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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.