All language subtitles for Outlander.Blood.of.My.Blood.S01E07.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

Previously...

My waters have broken.

Ye must ready yourself
for yer confinement.

With Isaac's blessing, some
midwives can be sent for.

Have you come across an
Englishwoman with child?

She died in childbirth.

You willna say another
word about any of this.

Aye.

Child of mine will
be born in wedlock!

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

We cannot proceed!

A bonnie baby boy.

Luceo non uro.

I shine, not burn.

-I'm coming with you.
-Ye sure?

Still heartsick
over Miss MacKenzie.

That's why I need to go.

She's going to be there.

Can you get away somehow?

Meet me by that
old castle tower.

I haven't been given
much choice in this life.

Our hand fast,

I choose for myself.

If I'm only allowed one choice
for the rest of my life,

I would choose you.

A raid! There's been a raid!

Our cattle have been raided!

We've been raided!

A raid!

Who was it?

Did not one of you see?

Did no one give chase?

Curse you, you useless buggers!

Who would dare do this?

The MacKenzies.

Tryin' to steal our kine
from right under our noses,

to pay the dowry they owe us.

Surely not.

They'd be fools.

Worse than fools.

And Mr. Gowan would
never allow it.

I agree.

But Dougal's conduct
is impulsive,

unpredictable, as we've seen.

Let's not run away
with ourselves

before giving proper
consideration.

I should fetch the Laird.

Dinna disturb my father.

He requires rest.

He hasna been feelin' himself.

I will handle this
matter in his stead.

That Fitzgibbons-Fraser
fellow...

Murtagh, is it...

was causin' trouble at Beltane?

Aye.

Find out who stole our kine.

Whoever it was, they'll pay.

No one steals from us
and gets away with it.

Come with me, ye
useless bastards.

♪ 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 lè ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràdh ♪

♪ Agus m' eudail o ♪

These will do for
wedding sheets,

will they no'?

Aye, I s'pose.

We'll embroider the edges
wi' a flower or two,

snip a wee hole here
for yer privy parts.

Or maybe not such a wee hole.

I pray Mr. Grant is,
shall we say, blessed.

Och, come now, lass.

Thought ye'd come round
to the notion of marryin'.

I ken the prospect of
consummating the marriage

can be dauntin'.

But it may not be too bad.

You may ask me anything at all,

ye ken that.

And you needn't be
embarrassed about it, either.

I know.

I'm grateful.

What is it? What's ailing ye?

Well, how is your
trousseau coming along?

Well enough.

What have ye left to do?

We've to embroider the
edges of the wedding sheets.

And then there's
the child bed gown

and the linens to do.

You can use our mother's.

Ma was married in haste.

As well ye ken, she
had no trousseau.

If she'd had wedding sheets,

she'd be wearing
them as a shroud.

We canna dillydally.

The Grants will view
it as a weakness.

Maybe you'll have to
follow in Ma's footsteps

and go without.

They'll think us cheap
and not respectable.

You may have until
the Sabbath to finish.

And I'll write to the Grants

to confirm the
wedding day itself.

Come and see me at
the end of the day.

I'd like to hear how much
progress you've made.

We dinna have long.

But a true Scotsman should be
christened the Highlan' way.

Your father has taken
my dignity and liberty,

among other things.

I won't let him take my
child's name from me as well.

On this holy ground,
and with this holy iron,

I christen thee
William Henry Beauchamp

and bless thee before
the Lord our God.

Thank you for doing this, Brian.

How nice to see
you again so soon.

May I offer my congratulations
to the household,

to the Laird, and his
lovely wife once more.

And my blessings to the bairn.

Aye.

Nothing better than
a bonnie wee babe

received into Christ's flock.

Congratulations to His Lordship
and Mistress Fraser of Lovat.

Thank you.

Mistress Porter.

What were the gossips
saying to you?

Shall we begin, sir?

Well, I'm expecting
a full house.

Where's Julia and
that son of yours?

Huh? Well, go and fetch them.

Aye, M'laird.

You should go inside before
your father loses his temper.

Aye.

Ready?

I can't.

I think he's hungry,

but I don't seem to be able
to persuade him to eat.

♪ Oh, I do like to be
Beside the seaside ♪

♪ Oh, I do like to
be Beside the sea ♪

It's funny.

That always worked
with your sister.

Go inside, Brian.

Calm yerself.

The wee'un can
tell ye're worrit.

Then he'll starve to death,
because I can't help it.

Oh, I don't want to do this.

It feels so wrong, so-so public.

There are worse fates, lass.

This is what you wanted, the
protection of Lovat's name.

I suppose you're right.

Mrs. Baird spoke
to me in the kirk,

offered her congratulations

to the Laird and
his lovely wife.

Mrs. Mitchell said
something similar.

Perhaps that will be
enough to satisfy him.

And you'll be spared
the fate of a bigamist,

if 'tis true that
your husband lives.

I've been afraid Lovat would try

and ambush me with a wedding,

since we're already
here at the church.

No, I dinna think so.

How could he do it
now, in front of folk?

It's already done.

You're man and wife in
the eyes of the world.

He'll want to lie with
me often as his wife.

Ye've just had a babe, lass.

You're still bleedin'
every day, still healin'.

I doubt he'll bother ye
for a good while yet.

He'll be looking for the
next best thing soon enough.

Something fresher.

But we'll cross that
bridge when we come to it.

'Tis time to go.

Your wee son's filled his
belly, by the look of it.

Ye've much to be thankful for.

The bairn is safe
and well and with ye.

I ask you, as
directed in this book,

hath this child been
already baptized or no?

No, he has not.

Very well.

Dearly beloved,

all men are conceived
and born in sin.

And our Savior Christ
saith that none can enter

into the Kingdom of God,
except he be born anew

of water and of the Holy Spirit.

Grant, O Lord God, to all
who have been baptized

into the death and resurrection

of thy son, Jesus Christ,

that, as we have put
away the old life of sin,

so we may be renewed.

The Grants believe Dougal
may have reived their kine?

Christ Almighty!

Did you assure their messenger
we had nothing to do with it?

-I tried.
-Oh, God.

There's no chance that Dougal
was involved, is there?

He was driving cattle
to market in Crieff.

It would have been difficult
for him to have raided

the Grants' cattle.

I wouldna put it past him.

He has the devil
in him sometimes.

When is he to return?

A-Alec and the others
have, in fact, returned,

but yer-yer brother
was not with them.

What?

What in God's name? Why?

I have been told that
he has traveled onwards

to a cattle auction at
the House of Nairne.

Surely not.

They don't keep cattle
at the House of Nairne.

Then what gave
Dougal reason to go?

Lord and Lady Nairne
are devoted Jacobites.

How do ye ken this?

Lady Nairne has a penchant
for making matches.

She corresponds
with me on occasion.

Damn Dougal to hell!

He'll have us all
accused of treason!

The Grants are still Loyalists.

I- I will... I will meet
with their bladier at once,

try and limit any
adverse consequences,

and convince them that we are
innocent of any wrongdoing

and that we will pay the dowry

the very instant Dougal returns.

Aye.

We risk disrupting
Ellen's nuptials

if we canna pay.

We'll be indebted to them.

They'll have cause to
seize MacKenzie lands.

Perhaps aligning ourselves
with the Grants was...

misguided.

If Dougal pledges
any MacKenzie coin

to the Jacobite cause,
we'll be finished.

I'll visit the House
of Nairne at once,

intercept Dougal,
seize the money.

The Laird of Clan MacKenzie?

Do you wish to raise
more suspicion?

Perhaps you could send Alec.

Alec? He canna rein Dougal in!

I'll go.

Bring our brother
and your money back.

You?

-You've no authority.
-Under what pretense?

A social call upon
Lady Margaret,

to personally invite
her to my wedding.

If Dougal is there,
she'll bring me to him.

And I'll dissuade him of
further Jacobite dealings.

How exactly do ye think
ye'll avoid suspicion?

You said it yourself.

I've no authority.

In this circumstance,
I am best suited

to protect our interests.

Luceo non uro.

Very well.

Go.

Christ.

Our fate's in Ellen's hands.

Hmm.

She always had yer da's trust.

Aye.

A man with a plan within a plan.

I fear she's just like him.

I baptize thee in the
name of the Father,

and of the Son, and
of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Thank you, Reverend.

I pray that this child,
my son and namesake,

Simon Fraser of Lovat, may
live the rest of his life

according to this most
excellent beginning.

Indeed.

I invite you all to
offer your blessings

to the newest member
of our congregation.

Christ.

Look at you.

I must find you a wet nurse.

I'd rather not.

Excuse me. I must feed our son.

No congratulations to offer?

I must speak with Murtagh.

It's a meager congregation.

Where is everyone?

What did ye expect, an
audience fit for a king?

It doesna matter.

'Tis all a sham.

Ye're no' married.

I thought you, as pious
as you are, would approve.

Little more important

than an innocent
child's immortal soul.

Oh, is that what
we're doing, ah?

We're saving his soul,
at a Protestant kirk?

Well, I thought we were
taking a political stance,

a public one, at that.

Parliament has declared
that no future monarch

can be Catholic or
married to a Catholic.

I'm doing what I must.

They'll all regret their absence

when my son becomes king.

He may have a fierce
Highland war cry,

but he'll have no throne
without an uprising.

Je suis prest.

Whatever comes our
way, I'll be ready.

And you'll follow my lead, boy.

You have no scruples, do you?

Scruples are for the weak.

The strong have
instincts for survival.

You wish to speak to Murtagh?

So do I.

Well, go and fetch him.

May I offer my
blessings to the laird?

Such a precious bairn.

Murtagh!

Good day to ye.

Murtagh, stop!

My father wishes to
speak to ye, as do I.

I've no' heard or seen
from you since Beltane.

Where ye been, man?

Ellen MacKenzie.

Murtagh, I swear to ye,

when I met her, I
didna ken who she was.

And by the time I
did, it was too late.

I'd fallen in love wi' her.

I didna ken how to tell you.

It doesna surprise me
that you fell for her,

nor does it surprise me
that she fell for you.

But you kept me in the dark.

I Kent it would wound
you, and I didna wish to.

'Tis bad enough to lose
the lass to another man.

But to lose her to one
I considered my brother?

Murtagh, I never
intended to betray ye.

It doesna matter!

Ye did.

I canna refuse yer da.

But I can refuse you.

We'll, uh, complete
the register later,

in private, at Leathers,

when we have all the
details in place.

Our dear Reverend
will be joining us

for luncheon tomorrow.

Make the appropriate
arrangements.

Have ye made any progress
with the Jacobites, Murtagh?

I have a sense of which way
most clans are leaning, aye.

And which way are we leaning?

That'll depend on the meeting
that's being held soon.

I intend to go.

Reserving my judgment till then.

Ah.

Well, take Brian with you.

If a rebellion is near and
you have to join the fight,

you might as well understand
for what and for whom

we'll be fighting for.

Is the coin for the Jacobites?

The price of my admission?

No, it is for my own purposes.

No one will question
your presence

if you are with Murtagh.

Was it a woman or a wager?

Never mind.

I know when it's better
to mind my own business.

But you will go to the meeting.

If I refuse?

Well then-then your mother
will suffer the consequences.

She's raised you to be
unruly, disobedient.

If you lay a hand on her...

Do as I say, and
I'll have no need

to punish her for your mistakes.

Hmm.

Better the lads settle
the quarrel on the road.

It's a shame they'll
miss the wedding,

but I'd prefer to keep
it a private affair.

There should be enough there
to convince the minister

to do whatever I ask.

And make sure he brings the
register to Leathers, aye?

The MacKenzies had
nothing whatsoever

to do with the reivin'
of Grant cattle.

Just let me stop you there.

I was here barely a few minutes

before the truth
revealed itself.

The place is alive
with the rumors...

rumors that were
swiftly confirmed

by our friends in uniform here.

They're looking for
the perpetrator.

Who?

Rob Roy MacGregor.

According to some
of the patrons,

we're either to take it as
a grave insult as Loyalists

or as a mark of
honor to be targeted,

an invitation to take up

the Jacobite cause
alongside him.

Yes, well, Rob Roy is, of
course, a known Jacobite

and traitor to the crown.

But the, eh... the
Grants have avoided

any Jacobite
associations until now.

I've urged Isaac to
stay loyal to the crown,

not just because
I'm an Englishman,

but because it is the
wiser course of action.

Ned, I am absolutely
sure of that.

Hm.

The MacKenzies would
be wise to follow suit.

Yes, so we shall.

Good.

Well...

...it seems our
immediate business

is concluded, thankfully.

I leave you feeling much
better than when I arrived.

I hope you're feeling
similarly, Mr. Grant?

I am hoping that our
business will be concluded

for a very, very long time.

I have come to think
of you as a friend,

so I do hope you won't
take offense to that.

I wanted to thank you

for trying to help
me find Julia.

My search has come to an end.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I thought about what you said

at Beltane.

"Lingering in torment."

If I stay in the
Grants' service,

then that is exactly
what I will do.

Leave the Grants?

That's nearly impossible.

They will hunt you till
the end of the Earth.

You'd have to well
and truly disappear.

I think I can manage that.

Well, I bid you safe passage.

It sounds as if
the Redcoats ken

where to find Rob Roy and
will be paying him a visit.

We should join them,

thank him for his
compliment in person.

No, I must catch you up.

There's something
of great importance

I must retrieve first.

Left yer manhood at
the brothel, have ye?

Word of warning to ye.

Tarry there too long, and
your cock will fall off!

Take the carriage where
it will not be seen.

I'll send for you later.

I hope you'll forgive me
for coming here unannounced.

Do come in. Please sit.

Always a pleasure to
see you, Miss MacKenzie,

albeit rather infrequently
since your father's passing.

Thank you.

I wanted to come in person
to invite you and Lord Nairne

to my wedding to Malcolm Grant.

A great honor.

I have no doubt we will
come if we're able.

And what am I to make of this?

The family of your husband-to-be

is decidedly loyal to the crown.

Aye.

I suspect you saw
some of my guests

upon your arrival.

It's dangerous for you
to come here, is it not?

What is the true
nature of this visit?

I have reason to believe
that my brother is here.

And I fear word of his
association with your cause

will disrupt my betrothal.

Then we must make haste.

The meeting has not yet begun.

Kings are kittle
cattle to shoe behind,

as my auld granny used to say.

Who do we have here?

Good day.

Brian Fraser.

This is your cousin?

Simon Fraser's bastard son?

A relation, but not a close one.

Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.

It seems that we are both
of us outsiders, Mr. Fraser.

The notorious Rob Roy.

An honor.

Who wants to buy a cow?

Can I ask a favor of you?

You're my mistress
now, are ye no'?

Not yet, though
I fear that's why

the minister is coming.

What's all this for?

A gorgeous violet when in bloom.

But as summer fades,
these berries appear.

Aye, monk's pepper.

Otherwise known as chaste berry.

When ingested, it's said

that it can lessen your desire

and capability in
the bedchamber.

For the Laird?

Precisely.

We could use this
to season his food.

And then...

Forgive my not
staying by your side.

There are other matters
I must attend to.

I trust you can handle
your affairs from here.

Aye.

Thank you.

She's good friends
with the MacKenzies.

Dougal.

Ellen, what in God's
name are ye doing here?

You shouldn't be seen here.

This is no' your business.

Colum made it my business.

Let us go now, before
this meeting begins.

Reive from the rich

to restore a Stuart
monarch to the throne.

That's my motto!

I jest, of course, but...

the time is comin' to decide

if we should rally
behind our cause now

and rise up against
Hanoverian rule

to restore our true King.

Aye!

I say the time has come.

Guma fada beo an Stiubhart!

Aye!

I've been called a brigand,
a thief, and a freebooter,

among other things.

And those are the
polite versions.

But I am proud to add
Jacobite to that list.

Aye.

I've been a hunted man...

-Dougal.
-Be quiet.

...an outlaw, accused
of the honorable

Highland practice
of raiding cattle!

Ways and traditions are
being lost forever...

Aye.

...trodden like muck
under the feet of the kine

that I drive from place to place

to earn an honest living.

Aye.

But...

if you've come here today,

then, like me,

I'll wager

ye either have
everything to lose

or nothing at all.

Aye.

And if that's the
case, then join us.

Change yer fate.

Let us ignite a fire within ye

that'll keep Scottish
hearts burnin' bright

for centuries to come.

Aye!

Do we have what we
need to support him?

A rebellion will be costly.

Clan MacKenzie's
prepared to provide.

As War Chieftain,

I pledge the strength
of our fighting men,

and the coin to help arm
anyone who will join us!

Dougal, you can't
promise that money

without Colum's blessing.

Can you no' see that
I'm doing us a favor?

Persuade Malcolm Grant
to take up the cause,

and ye will finally have done
something useful with yer life.

You stubborn fool.

-You'll be the death of us.
-Och.

A generous pledge, to be sure.

And more may be on the way.

'Tis rumored that
the Earl of Mar

has grown disillusioned
in Parliament.

It's said he'll make
his way to Scotland

to garner support.

An encouraging sign.

-I think we're ready!
-Aye!

I hope you'll agree.

-Much to ponder.
-Aye.

Let's do it o'er a drink.

Yeah!

To the glory of Caledonia.

To the glory of Caledonia!

Seema?

Darling, there you are!

I was worried when
you didn't come home.

Please, please, stop.

I don't want you to be her.

But I thought after
we lay together

as a husband and wife
would, you felt better.

God, that was a
terrible mistake.

I wasn't in my right
mind last time I saw you.

I was-I was in grief.

I think I might have left

something very
precious to me here.

It was a necklace
that Julia gave me.

Please, if you have
it, I will give you

everything that I
have to get it back.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I thought this would have
been lost to me forever.

You know I can be
whoever you want.

Whatever you want.

I want to make your life better,

the way you've made mine.

Your warmth, your kindness...

...has made it all bearable now.

I am sorry.

I can't stay.

Perhaps this will
help make things

a little more bearable for you.

Help you start afresh.

Why must you leave?

Because this time
has stolen from me.

It has taken my wife.

It's taken my child.

The life that I
fought for is gone.

There is still
someone who needs me.

And I must return to her.

I must-I must get
back to the stones.

Must get back to Craigh na Dun.

I don't know where
you've come from.

And I don't care.

Take me with you.

I can't.

I don't even know how
I can get there myself,

but I must try.

We do need to get
the money back.

I know what I'm
doing, all right?

-Just trust me.
-Listen to me.

You understand
nothing of this world.

Dougal?

Murtagh, do me a
favor, would you?

Aye.

Keep an eye on my sister.

Miss MacKenzie, I hope you dinna

put yourself at
risk by being here.

Well, it's not just me.

Does Mistress Fitzgibbons
know you're here?

No, but you're a lady.

Some of these men are
no' to be trusted.

I didn't know you
were a Jacobite.

I've no' decided
one way or another

where to pledge my trust.

Lady Ellen?

I told ye the MacKenzies
were up to no good.

No one listens to me.

Quiet!

What are ye doing
in such a place?

Mr. Grant,

what an awful circumstance
I've found myself in.

I came to invite my friend,
Lady Nairne, to our wedding,

and discovered that my
brother Dougal is here

under the sway of
the Jacobite cause.

You know how rash Dougal
can be in judgment.

I do indeed.

But as Loyalists, our
families should be

aligned on the matter.

And I thought I could dissuade
Dougal from his recklessness

without disrupting our nuptials.

I prayed the extent
of his affiliation

wouldn't be discovered.

Now I worry that
my presence here

will be the ruin
of our engagement.

When your father
hears of this...

My father doesna need to know.

But you must leave at
once. I havena come alone.

Halt!

Stay where you are!

Which one of you is
Rob Roy MacGregor?

That would be me.

You're under arrest

for stealing cattle
from Clan Grant.

Have you anything to
say for yourself, Sir?

Aye.

This is an auction.

So tell your men not to
make any sudden movements,

or I'll have sold more
kine today than I hoped.

Captain Fleming, I'm
satisfied you found the outlaw

and wish to handle
this matter internally.

Are you mad?

You no longer wish
for our assistance

in returning your property
to you, Mr. Grant?

Clan Grant will see that our
property is restored to us.

Call off your men.

Very good, sir.

Though, unfortunately,
robbery is not the only crime

in question here today.

And as agents of the crown,

we are forced to make a great
many additional arrests.

On what charge?

Suspicion of Jacobitism.

Without proof?

Being in the
company of Rob Roy,

a known Jacobite,

well, that's reason enough.

Round them up!

Lady Ellen!

Take the money, lads, now!

Halt!

I canna let ye go this time.

I canna refuse Malcolm's hand.

But his da can refuse me.

Isaac Grant will surely
deem me unsuitable to marry

when he hears of this.

Aye, get yer hands
off my sister!

Dougal!

Ellen, a Fraser? Seriously?

The bastard of Da's sworn enemy?

You canna tell Colum!

Ye're a fool if ye think
I'll keep yer secret.

Speak of this to Colum,
and I'll tell him

of your exploits here.

MacKenzie money
isna Colum's alone.

A war chieftain
needs a war chest.

Well, if you think our
brother, the Laird,

will make that distinction
when he learns that you tried

to donate my dowry to
the Jacobite cause,

you're a bigger fool than I.

He'll turn you over
for treason himself.

Ye're too clever
for yer own good.

My horse!

Murtagh, jump on.

Murtagh, let's go!

My English rose,
you look ravishing.

Except for one detail.

Mistress Veal will nurse
the child from now on.

I see.

Please be careful with him.

Shall we, Reverend?

Let us begin.

Hyah!

Where are you going?

Can't a man be left alone
to-to mourn in peace?

A legitimate birth
in the eyes of man

and God.

Tonight, my dear,

we consummate our union
as husband and wife.

I was just trying
to clear my head.

Out yer head with grief, eh?

Well, if ye're
hoping the fairies

will take you away
at Craigh na Dun,

you're more hopeless
than I thought.

Ah, yer whore told
us where to find ye.

I told you you'd no' find
a good woman in there.

So what happens to me now?

Well, lucky for you,
ye're still needed

as the Grants' bladier.

We have a pressing
matter at hand.

The Laird has a job for you.

Did cook do something to this?

Mmm.

It's very good.

It's very good indeed.

Don't you think so?

Mmm. Yes, it's delicious.

Hmm.

Mmm!

It's well seasoned.

I'll tell cook you like it.

A bit more spice
than usual, perhaps.

But it's very good.

This is Fraser tartan.

Why do ye have this, lass?

Were ye hand fast?

Lord in heaven.

To a Fraser?

Not my dear nephew,
Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser?

He's always had eyes for ye,
but ye never seemed to notice.

I- I thought ye
were blind to it!

Oh, you canna keep it.

No, you willna burn it!

'Tis mine.

Then hide it well.

And we willna speak of it again,

for all our sakes.

Some fresh air will do ye

the world of good, lass.

Aye.

What is it?

The Laird requires
Lady Ellen's presence

in the Great Hall.

Now?

She wants to go for a wee
ride before nightfall.

He wants to see her at once.

The world is changing
beneath you, brother.

That was rash.

Our alliances are
no concern of yours.

The Grants are still loyalists.

You should be continuing

what da tried to set up for us.

You are a filthy,
squandering...

Whatever Dougal has
told you, it's not true.

'Tis not news from Dougal that
is of grave concern to me.

We've received word
from the Grants.

Mr. Gowan. Mr. Grant.

The Grant's bladier
has come, with regrets,

to deliver a request.

Not a request.

A demand, of you, Ellen.

A demand?

Of what nature?

The Grants received a letter
regarding your character.

It has given Isaac
Grant a reason

to call your purity
into question.

This particular correspondence
has raised some concern.

We cannot be certain
the accusation is true.

Which is why a test
must be performed

to ascertain whether or
not your virtue is intact.

I am sorry.

Leave us.

By God, you'd better
pray you pass.

Not as clever as you
thought you were, sister.

Ye have made yer bed.

Let us hope ye dinna die in it.

Ah, Brian.

Cook made the most
exquisite meal

in celebration of
my recent nuptials.

I'm sure she has more

if you're hungry
after your journey.

-You've been married?
-Aye.

I'm sorry you weren't with
us, as was my new bride.

Is that why you sent
me on a fool's errand?

To spy on the Jacobites

so you could proceed
unhindered here?

Redcoats came.

I was almost arrested,
accused of treason.

Well, thank God you're
home safely, lad.

I'd never want any
harm to befall you.

You're far too useful to me now.

I've done nothing to help you.

Oh, on the contrary.

You've helped me greatly by
ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.

Balloch told me.

I'm proud of you.

It appears you finally
followed my advice

and took what you wanted.

It's not what you think.

It doesn't matter.

A seed of doubt has been planted

regarding Lady
MacKenzie's virtue.

And doubts have a very

nasty way of growing.

Let's see if our sworn enemies
can survive a ruinous scandal.

Come on now, boy!

Come on now!

Come on!

Damn it.

It's no good.

Is-is all well?

What's the matter with him?

Your heir is proof that
we've done our duty.

Rest now, knowing that your
line has been extended.

I shall return to my quarters.

No.

Fetch some more food.

Maybe some more spice will
wake the Old Fox from his hole.

Of course.

Excuse me. I won't be long.

That was quick.

Thank you for the wee dram

to keep me warm
on the ride home.

And I-I'm grateful
for the hospitality.

And the kirk is grateful

for Lord Lovat's
charitable donation.

Oh, I canna...

canna seem to steady myself.

Whoa!

Henry.

Oh, my darling.