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Previously...

Where are you two off
to at this early hour?

She's carrying your sibling.

My father's child?

I didn't have a choice.

You should have
told me the truth.

What's wrong with you, man?

You were screaming the
name Julia in your sleep.

-Nightmare, I suppose.
-Mm.

What do my eyes say?

That your feelings
havena changed.

Have yours for me?

Never.

Did you find your lady?

With the kind eyes?

No.

She's my wife.

Been looking for
her for months now.

I'm sorry.

Do you think perhaps
we could just lie here?

They say a man is born
alone and dies alone.

But whoever said that

is clearly not of the
female persuasion.

Because it's not true.

At least, the first part isn't.

Man is born of a woman,

who is with you
through your birth.

A mother.

It's all right.

Mummy's here, darling.

We'll do this together.

Brian?

Oh.

I'm glad I found you.

Oh, Christ. Is it time already?

My waters have broken.

Balloch, send for the how die.

I've been wanting to talk to you

since you returned from Beltane.

Why bother?

How can I trust a word that
comes out of your mouth?

Before you speak,

there's one thing I must
be certain of first.

When I was leaving for Beltane,
you said you had no choice.

I want the truth of it.

Did my father force you?

Dinna lie to me.

Oh, you've seen the
way he looks at me.

If I hadn't taken matters
into my own hands,

he probably would have.

I trusted you with
a grave secret,

a matter of life and death...

and not just my
own life at stake,

only to find you were
lying through your teeth

and lying on your
back with my father,

a man who'd throw us to the
wolves without thinking twice,

who'd see Ellen ruined or worse.

I was already with child
when I was brought here

and quickly discovered what
the consequences would be

if anyone found out.

So yes, I had to go to
bed with your father,

make him believe it's his.

It isn't.

There was no other way, hmm?

Your mother was able to keep you

because you're the laird's son.

If Ellen was carrying your baby,

don't you think she
would do anything

to keep him out of harm's way?

This is mine and Henry's baby.

And I love Henry
with all my heart.

This is all I have left of him.

You'll need all yer courage
for what's comin', lass.

I've done this before.

I can do it again.

Well, given the circumstances,

ye must ready yourself
for your confinement.

Confinement?

? Long the way ?

? O'er the bridge I crossed ?

? For my love ?

? For my love that's lost ?

? By the brae ?

? In the verdant moss ?

? Where I watch Where I wait ?

? For my love that's lost ?

? Hi a bho ?

? Hoireann eile o ?

? Hi a bho ?

? Fair a leo fair a l� ?

? Hi a bho ?

? Hoireann eile o ?

? 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghr�dh ?

? Agus m' eudail o ?

-I'll check with the laird.
-Ah.

Where are ye off to at
this hour, Beauchamp?

What's it to you?

I'm not your prisoner here.

I don't need your permission.

I'll tell ye what it is to
me, you impertinent bugger.

'Tis my bread and butter,

my means of keeping a
roof over my wife's head,

my promise to the laird
that I'd not allow you

to be shirking your duties

or sneaking off to
God knows where.

That's what it is to me.

Yes, well, the
day's barely begun.

There's plenty of
time for my duties.

But let me make your job

easy for you so you're
not following me around

like a dark bloody cloud.

I need to pay a visit to some
of the midwives in this area.

And what, pray tell, can
a midwife do for you?

The laird is losing his patience

with this search
nonsense, as am I.

Because it is not just any
woman that I am looking for.

It is my wife and my baby too.

-A bairn?
-That's right.

My wife was with child
when we were parted.

And she's due to give
birth any day now,

if she hasn't done already.

Now, look, I don't
expect your sympathy.

I certainly don't
want your pity.

I just need to find them.

My son was dead-born.

I remember his wee round face,

those eyelashes,

far too bonnie for a wee laddie.

Of course, my Murdina,
brave soul that she is,

is-she's lucky to be alive.

I'm very sorry.

Let me speak to the
laird on your behalf.

Perhaps we can
arrange something.

With Isaac's blessin',

some midwives can be sent for

and brought here
to speak wi' you.

You'd do that for me?

Well, thank you. I'd
be very grateful.

No need for any of that talk.

It's only for the sake of
putting ye out your misery

and back to work.

Julia.

Mm.

Mm, Julia.

Davina.

Lovely, desirable Davina.

Come to me.

What of my chores?

What of the chamber
pots, m'laird?

Come to me now.

Or it's you who won't
have a pot to piss in.

Do as I say,

or I'll cast you
out of this house.

And then what will
become of you?

You're so pretty.

Oh.

It's you.

Aye, m'laird.

Come to stoke your morning fire,

empty your chamber pot,

and tell you about Julia.

Did I not make myself clear
when last we spoke of this?

If it's some foolish,
insignificant gripe, I swear...

No. It's that the
bairn is comin'.

What are you talking about?
Enough of your nonsense.

I don't want to hear it.

I know the baby is coming
but not yet, surely?

Her waters have broken, m'laird.

What?

Well, then you're to
tell Miss Beauchamp

to put on her best dress.

Give her one of your old, uh,
mistress' gowns if need be.

Aye, we're, uh... we're
going to the kirk.

Whatever for?

Because I'm going to marry her.

Marry her?

No, ye-ye canna.
She's a Sassenach.

She's no better than
a scullery maid.

The boy will be my
legitimate son and heir,

a Fraser of Lovat,
born in wedlock.

And if the babe is a girl?

The prophecy will come to pass.

-Now go and do as I've asked.
-I canna...

Curse you and your
insubordination!

She'll not be able
to go to the kirk.

Howdie has already
been sent for,

and the gossips are
on their way as well.

Aye.

Well, you may use the main
hall as a birthing chamber

during Julia's confinement.

I'll have my breakfast in here.

Thank you, Mistress Porter.

I know you'll take
good care of them.

Ah.

Thank you for your help.

Begone with ye now.

Ye ken full well men
are to be banished

from the birthing chamber.

Well, be gentle with her, Ma.

She's an outlander,

wi' customs different than ours.

Well, that's what
confinement's for...

womenfolk coming together to
help a mother birth her bairn.

Is there something
between the two of ye?

There's been a look
in your eye of late.

There's nothing between us.

The bairn...

it's not yours, is it?

No.

I'm only worried
Julia might be chided

being unmarried, so...

There was a time when

you hoped my father
would marry you, I think.

Well, there was all that
unfortunate business

with my mistress, Lady Amelia...

your father's treatment of
her as a noblewoman, so...

But he may have done, otherwise?

Did he...

did he love you?

The Lord doesna allow a child

to be conceived against
a lassie's will,

if that's what you're askin'.

Then you loved him?

Why?

"Honor thy father
and thy mother"

is one of the Ten Commandments.

Difficult at times.

But if my father
has your respect

and he's to have mine,

I want his in return.

I want to be worthy
of the Fraser name.

You're more than
worthy of your name.

Not in his eyes.

He will come to see. And
if not, we must make him.

We've lived under
his roof long enough.

You deserve what you're
owed as his flesh and blood.

But why does this
matter to ye now?

You've never cared
for titles or coin.

Is it because of the bairn?

Or if it's marriage that's
on your mind and you're wise,

you will listen to your mother

and you will find a lass who's
deserving of your attention.

Mm.

Thank you again for coming
at such short notice.

I'm sorry not to
have been more help.

Now, I understand that
you have delivered babies

in the villages to
the south of us.

Have you, by any chance,
delivered the child

of an Englishwoman recently?

No.

Is it, uh...

is it likely that
someone else...

um, another midwife from
your area, perhaps...

might have been summoned
to help instead of you?

'Tis possible, aye,

but, uh, most likely not
without my hearing of it.

When a lass is brought to
bed for her confinement,

many of the womenfolk
in the vicinity

come to attend the birth.

I've heard neither hide
nor hair of any Sassenach.

I'm sorry.

Oh, well, um...

well, thank you anyway.

Perhaps she simply
hasn't given birth yet.

Mm.

Um...

-Mistress Porter.
-Welcome, all.

-Mistress Porter.
-Mistress.

-Mistress Porter.
-Mistress Porter.

-Good day, mistress.
-Mistress.

Good day, mistress.

We'll be with you
shortly, dearie.

There she is.

Right.

Let's get you up, shall we?

Up you come.

I thank all of you for comin'.

I speak for both myself
and Julia, I'm sure,

when I say we're very
glad to have you with us.

Our pleasure.

Let us pray.

Lord, as we gather here today
for the sake of this young lady

and her bairn, we ask
that you bless them both

and that the baby
is safely delivered.

Amen.

Amen.

Your first bairn, lassie?

Dinna fash. We're here to help.

Let's help her
down onto the bed.

I'm Mistress
Hughes, the how die.

May I?

Oh, ye're well on your way.

Today an everlasting bond

will be formed
between two beings,

a day to be cherished
and celebrated...

always.

That's, uh- that's
a lovely thought.

Thank you.

'Tis true that ye are
a Sassenach, then?

I am.

Canna help it, can ye, dearie?

We'll forgive you,
especially since

it's His Royal Highness
you're carrying.

Imagine being able to say
that we attended the birth

of a future king of Scotland.

It's an auspicious day
if ever there was one.

The child of prophecy,
if the whispers are true.

You know about that?

For strength and luck,
as is our tradition.

You'll be needing it, lass.

Mm.

Caudle. For sustenance.

Mm.

Mm.

Course, a pity
ye're not married.

And, uh, that's
putting it delicately.

Count yourself lucky.

There's many who'd treat
you poorly because of it

but not us, though, dear.

We're sorry for ye.

But still a great honor

that the laird chose ye as
the vessel for his bairn.

Most pleasin' to ye,
eventually, no doubt?

A royal bastard is
still a bastard.

God uses the least likely
among us, Mistress Porter.

All will be well.

We are here to
comfort and guide you.

We stand before ye
as mothers ourselves,

with compassion and kindness.

Course, Mistress Porter

suffered through the same thing.

No.

No, she and I are nothing alike.

I warned her not to be in
the laird's presence alone.

But she sought him out,

all the while making
eyes at my Brian,

trying to turn his head as well.

I have done nothing
but try to help her

since the day she
was brought here,

and she spits in my face!

Lord Lovat didna force her.

She seduced him.

You have no proof of that.

And-and what does it matter?

The-the child is Lovat's
and must be protected.

Maybe. We'll see.

But the mother, she's
owed no such protection.

King or no king, you
must repent of your sin

and bow before the
Lord God Almighty,

the great I Am,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

A grave matter indeed.

Oh, dear. A disgrace!

-Disgraceful lass.
-Jezebel.

A Dhia.

-Devil's child.
-Repent.

-Shame.
-Shame.

Disgrace.

Repent your sins,
lassie. Repent your sins.

Shame!

Hmm.

A toast

to Simon Fraser.

Yourself or the bairn?

Wee bit premature for that, no?

I see, jealous like
your mother, are we?

Of a babe not yet born?

No.

Though I'd ask what I
must do to please you,

as he already
seems to have done.

Please me?

You've had time enough
to impress me, Brian.

How exactly have you contributed

to raising this family to glory?

I work hard.

I do plenty here.

No more than
Balloch or the cook.

Do you know where you come from?

A long line of
magnificent men...

victors, heroes, men
who'd stop at nothing

to advance their interests,
achieve their ambitions.

Ruthless and unyielding, not
prancing off on pilgrimage.

You're handsome and
capable, I'll admit.

Oh, how could you not be?

But the seer I called upon
saw no throne in your future.

And you're not like me.

A good leader isn't
overly concerned with...

with right or wrong.

They do what's necessary.

You've got to take
what you want.

Is that what you did?

Where's that gotten
you, Father, eh?

I need a warrior, not a monk.

A prince, not a pauper.

A lion, not a lamb.

You're lucky I allowed you to
use the Fraser name at all.

But soon I'll have a son who
is destined for greatness.

And everyone will know it.

What-what are you doing?

They're mourning the
death of your innocence,

-lamenting your sin.
-No.

And you're guilty of
more crimes than one.

We must save the heart
and soul of this woman

for the sake of the second
heart that beats inside her.

-You must repent.
-Oh, stop it, please.

Have you no mercy?
I'm already in pain!

I'm already suffering!

Pain is the price we
women pay for our sins.

And what was your sin, exactly?

Being far too young and
beautiful for my own good.

But you are a woman
of loose morals.

'Tis our duty to save you.

You must all know
what this feels like!

You think you're better
than the rest of us, do ye?

That you deserve pity?

Is Lord Lovat truly the
father of your child?

-Yes!
-I dinna believe you.

Have you lain with Brian Fraser?

-No!
-Liar!

Tell us once more, then.

Who is the father of your child?

Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat.

I think she's lyin'.

Tell us again the father's name.

Lord Lovat!

Did you seduce
him, beguile him,

lure him to your bed?

Have you lain with anyone else?

-No!
-I ask ye again.

Who is the father of your child?

Lord Lovat is the father.

And I dare you to
contradict me again.

Go and ask him
or ask the seer.

When my son is raised to
glory, when he is king,

you will all be sorry.

If this child is not of
the Fraser bloodline,

it willna come to pass.

Is this what happened to you?

Did they do this to
you when you had Brian?

He is shaped by the love that
you have poured into him.

I can see it.

It isn't from his father.

I'm not trying to take anything
from you or replace you.

You don't need to hate me.

What is it you're after?

Money?

Status, hopin' Lord Lovat's
star will rise again?

Is that why you seduced him?

He'll not make you his wife now.

His wife?

You think that is what I wanted?

He didn't marry you, did he?

No.

So like me, you can expect
a life of servitude.

I'm sorry for what
happened to you.

I am sorry that the lord
took advantage of you,

took away your chance of
ever being somebody's wife.

It wasn't your fault,
I am sure of it.

But please...

...please do not harden
your heart against me.

-Mm.
-Please.

-I'm with child.
-Best time for it.

No danger of putting
another bastard in there.

'Tis no way to
speak of your bairn.

You keep saying it's mine.

Has the Angel
Gabriel visited ye?

Because it's either yours

or Christ the
Messiah come again.

You'll not speak
to me like that.

This is what you
wanted, isn't it?

Is that why you're
in here alone?

I saw you lookin' at me
all morning, temptress.

Say it.

Say you want this.

I want this, m'laird.

Have you come across an
Englishwoman with child?

Julia Beauchamp?

That's right. That's her.

Nice lassie, she was.

So... how is she?

'Tis not good news.

What's happened?

She was taken in by a
crofter and his wife

after she was found
wandering the moors

some miles west of here.

I went to help, but...

But?

...she died in
childbirth, I'm afraid.

And the baby too.

-When was this?
-A week or so ago.

I don't believe it.

Do you think I take any
pleasure in telling you,

as someone who revels
in the joy of helping

a new life come into this world?

What's the crofter's
name, then? What was it?

Where-where can I find them?

Miles west of here, as I said.

-You're certain it was Julia?
-Aye.

She said that you were parted

but that she didna
have the strength

to carry on wi' out you.

'Twas upsetting for me as well.

That poor lassie
and that wee angel.

Uh, was it a boy or a girl?

The matter is concluded.

You'll only make it
worse for yourself.

-No.
-See the lady out.

Uh, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Please, please. Where is she?

Where's Julia? Where's my baby?

Buried in a pauper's
grave, I'm afraid,

though I couldna tell ye where.

'Tis unmarked.

I'm very sorry.

Have a wee dram or two
at the laird's expense

to drown your sorrow.

Then back to work.

It's over, man.

Your search is over now.

Well done.

Almost believed you myself.

Poor man's worst
nightmare come true.

If anything, we've
done him a kindness.

Wasna any notion of mine.

The laird demanded it.

It's his coin I'm givin' ye.

And if ye still want it,

you willna say
another word about it,

about any of this.

Ye understand?

Aye.

You will not break me.

I can take it.

Crucify me if you must.

You hear that? Blasphemy!

She's been sent here to try us.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

I'm beginnin' to fear
she's harborin' a demon.

Oh, God, save us from this witch

and her unholy bairn.

Do whatever you feel
you must, Mrs. Hughes.

Don't you dare hurt my baby!

I will kill you.

She's in a bad way,
turnin' to violence now.

Pure evil. She's possessed.

No!

Perhaps the bastard
willna make it.

No! I beg of you, please, no!

Help me.

Help me, please.

That's what we're doin'.

Try not to be ungrateful, dear.

Do you repent?

Her wickedness has
wrought its poison.

Cleanse her of this
demonic spirit.

Henry!

The laird will decide
the child's name!

Where is he? Lord Lovat!

Lord Lovat!

I- I demand to see the laird!

She must be speakin' the
truth. She's insistent!

And if the laird believes it...

Please, please fetch him.

The birthing chamber
is the woman's domain.

'Tis terrible bad
luck otherwise.

If you harm Lovat's baby...

If you're lyin'
and we're right

about this
ill-begotten love-brat,

then we're doin' the
laird a good turn,

savin' him more than a
good deal of trouble.

But the prophecy.

The Lord comes
before any prophecy,

and He is on our side.

One last time,
then, I'll ask ye,

who is the father of your child?

Simon Fraser of Lovat!

Swear it!

Swear it before
all and before God!

Swear it upon the
life of this child!

I just want my baby...

I Kent ye wouldna do it.

You canna fool me, lass!

I do swear it, God damn it!

And if I am lying, may God
strike me down this instant.

Let him!

I don't care!

I don't want to live in a world

where God would harm
an innocent child.

I'll swear it on my own life.

I will swear it on
whatever you like,

but not on my baby's life.

Anything but that.

Can't you see?

Everything I am doing,
I'm doing for my baby.

I'm just trying to
protect my baby.

You brought this on yourself.

You brought this on yourself.

It wasna my fault.

If Lovat could have
someone like Lady Amelia,

why in God's name would he
want you, her maidservant?

You're lucky ye havena been
thrown out of the house.

Another mouth to feed!

How dare you bring a
child into this world

while you're unmarried?

When ye havena a
penny to your name?

The kindest thing to do is
to get rid of the bastard.

You will not take him from me.

If you harm him, I-I swear,
I will curse all of you!

-Witch!
-Witch!

-Be damned...
-Witch!

...the lot of you!

On my life, I will do whatever
I must to protect my baby.

Not you or God or even Satan
himself can take him from me.

You will have to pry him
from my cold, dead arms!

So leave me be!

All of you, get out!

I'll do this on my own

before I let you harm a
hair on my baby's head!

Oh!

Out.

Out, out.

Begone. All of you, go.

But the baby's almost here.

Go! Go! Get out!

Get out!

Reverend, at long
last, thank God.

Has my son been born?

Not yet, but Mistress
Porter's lost her mind.

Sent us away, how die and all.

Tell anyone who asks to
send their congratulations.

Miss Beauchamp and
I are to be married

before the birth
of our darling boy.

Have I made myself clear?

Very clear, indeed, sir.

Let me be the first
to congratulate you.

Hurry.

There's still time before
that madwoman harms my son.

Come with me.

Ma would never hurt the bairn.

The woman's jealousy is
hotter than burning coals.

Mistress Porter,
we're coming in!

No. We should leave them be.

It is improper and will
not be pleasing to God.

Perhaps you should take some
time to pray about it, my lord.

This isna the right time.
We canna interrupt them.

I'll do as I damn well please!

Davina!

Whatever you're wanting,
it'll have to wait.

This child of mine will
be born in wedlock,

if I have to drag Julia
from the bed to marry her.

My son will be legitimate
in the eyes of man and God!

Never mind them, dear.
You just carry on.

That's it! Push!

When have you ever
cared about what's right

in the eyes of man or God?

You're too late. Look at her.

Look!

You leave us be, you
foul, cantankerous man!

Get out!

Dinna touch her!

Get off! How dare you!

Unhand me!

I will do as my honor and
my conscience dictates!

If there's a holy bone in
your body, so should you!

And if you have any
decency whatsoever,

you'll leave this chamber.

Men are not to be present here.

You told me to take what I want.

I prefer to rid myself
of what I dinna want.

Balloch, get the strap.

Now.

Reverend!

Where are you going?

I'm sorry, sir.

The lady is in absolutely no
condition to say her vows.

We cannot proceed!

You'll pay for this, Brian.

Push. Push.

Oh!

I can see its head.

You must breathe.

I was so scared you
wouldn't make it home.

And miss all the fun?

All right. All right.

Mm.

What was it you always say?

Drop of tea, slice of cake...
answer to any problem, hmm?

Well, I was wrong.

Please don't bring me anything
unless it's pain medicine.

Right.

What can we do, hmm?

Uh, what about some, uh,
music to distract you?

Yes, yes.

Perfect. We'll try that.

How's that?

? Daisy, Daisy ?

Perhaps not, darling.

? Give me your answer ?

Bad idea.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Don't apologize.
-Oh, God.

Shout, scream if you like,
whatever you need to do.

Oh, I think I'm too
English for that.

Well, we won't tell
anyone, I promise.

All right, all right,
you're doing it.

You're doing it.

Julia, look at me.

I know you can do
this. I know you can.

That's it. Baby's crowning.

-I love you.
-Ah!

I love you.

Oh.

There she is.

She? She.

She's here. It's a
girl. It's a girl.

It's a girl. Oh,
I'm so proud of you.

That's what we want to hear.
Means everything's all right.

You test those lungs
out, little one.

Claire.

Her name is Claire.

Oh.

One last push.

Is the baby all right?

Oh.

Brian.

My love.

My life.

A bonnie baby boy.

It's over, man.

Your search is over now.

When all else fails,
take a deep breath,

and remember England
is still here.

Do not give up, Lieutenant.

Oh! Oh!

Have you heard the news?

It's over!

It's over!

The war's over!

Have you heard the news?

What news?

It's over. It's finally over.

I can hardly believe it.

I came home as soon as
I could to tell you.

I knew it wouldn't feel
real until I saw you.

Home?

I never would have made it
through without you, darling.

-Oh, Henry.
-Mm.

As long as all is well with you.

You do seem not quite
yourself, I must admit.

Just tired.

Carrying the weight of it
all has taken its toll.

An exhausting few months, years.

The war is finally over.

Kiss me, darling.
I've missed you.

I love you, Julia.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I love you too, Henry.

Come lie down.

I've been wanting
this for so very long.

Dinna fash, as they
say in Scotland.

You're safe here
with me, my love.

You're safe here with me.

Oh, Julia.

As long as I have
you and Claire,

I can survive anything.

Are you unwell?

Oh, dinna fash, lass.

Just a wee bit of punishment
for defyin' my da.

Isna the first time,

but I'll wager it
will be the last.

Perhaps in time,
you'll be able to find

some joy in the
remembrance of this day.

Nothing short of a miracle...

the fact that he's here,

that he exists.

He's perfect.

Bless his wee soul.

Sometimes I feel
weak without Henry.

He's what makes me whole.

But my children,

they light a fire within me,

a strength born
of the possibility

and the promise of the lives
they have ahead of them,

the lives you've created
with your soulmate.

Oh, my precious boy.

Daddy would love you so much,

so very much.

One day, your da will
tell you that himself.

Your ma will find him.

She's strong, like mine.

He may not be my brother,

but he will always
have a friend in me.

Thank you so much.

Well, I've brought no gift.

'Tis day of his
birth, after all.

When is your day
of birth, Brian?

Oh, I dinna ken.

My ma likely does. Maybe.

But we never celebrated
it or marked it.

Too much shame around it.

Not that I blame her.

I'm sorry.

Her life's been
hard because of me.

No, not because of you.

She loves you more
than anything.

You're her greatest joy.

What are you doin'?

Sit down, lass.
You'll hurt yourself.

There's a custom
where I'm from...

putting a candle on a cake
to celebrate a birthday.

The person whose birthday
it is blows out the candle

and makes a wish.

I think you should do it.

Happy birthday,
Baby Beauchamp.