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Victory tastes sweet, does it not?

It will be written in history, sir,

that you killed and paid no heed
to the destruction you left.

I've paid my debt, and I'm finished with
my obligation to you and to the Crown.

You may have yer coat back, sir.

From now on, we will be Freemasons.

But it seems the time has come for me,
now, to return to England.

I must make arrangements for the care of
the estate, which is now William's.

Is she going to eat it?

No, lad, that's for the sin-eater.

Sin-eater?

My wife and I would like
to make sure that ye're comfortable.

I'd like to supervise
work on a cabin for ye.

Mark me, James,
I will watch the Duke of Cumberland

drink from it when this day is done.

When ye're finished in Cross Creek,

pay a visit to Aunt Jocasta.

I remember when
we used to print the news ourselves.

I miss those times.

Please stop. Please.

We must hurry, sire.

How does one tolerate
these cursed bonnets

or-or breathe in these wretched gowns?

Is not the wearing of a woman's garb

a small price to pay for freedom,
Yer Highness?

Certainly better than
hiding here in the isles for weeks.

Yes.

Careful. Wait. Redcoats.

Confound them. What now?

A ship to France is yer best hope.

We can't possibly. How?

I will talk. Do not say a word.

I beg you.

A rather unfavorable
hour for a sea voyage, mistress.

I'll need to see your papers
or a letter of safe conduct.

Certainly, sir.

I'm making haste to reach Armadale,
over the sea to Skye.

My mother is gravely ill, and my
stepfather begged me to come at once.

You have my deepest sympathy.

Mistress Burke, is it?

No need to be shy, Betty.

So silent and sullen.
Missing Ireland no doubt.

I took her from there, you see.

She's famed for her spinning,

but I fear it's
a shroud she'll be weaving now.

Then you must make haste.

I bid you a safe onward journey.

Mistress MacDonald?

Good gracious, thank you.

Take good care, Mistress.

There are traitors about.

Oh.

I owe you my lifelong gratitude.

You owe me nothing, Yer Highness.

You lost the throne.

It won't do to lose yer life as well.

Mark me, dear Flora.

Your kindness will not go unremembered.

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To Governor Josiah Martin,

from James Fraser, Esquire.

Yer Excellency...

"This is to notify you

"of my resignation as Indian Agent.

"As I find that my personal convictions

"will no longer allow
me to perform my office

"on behalf of
the Crown in good conscience.

"In thanks for your kind
attention and many favors

"and wishing you well in future,

I remain your most humble servant,
James Fraser."

Personal convictions?

Is it a letter of resignation or revolt?

I am certain it is only the former.

When I wrote you asking for your help,

I wasn't expecting this.

He was a colonel in
the fight against the regulators,

as you know,
but Tryon said it ended poorly.

He has a militia at his beck and call.

If he should turn...

He is a friend of yours, is he not?

One of my dearest.

Perhaps you can
ascertain where his loyalties lie.

See if I have anything to fear.

James Fraser has
sworn an oath to the Crown

and is a man of his word, I assure you.

I have no doubt I can allay your fears.

Cornelius Harnett has invited me

to share a tankard
of ale with him downstairs,

and to, uh...

"raise a glass to king and country."

A Son of Liberty toasting the king?

The man's got a sense of humor.

Well, go.

I want to finish
unpacking and get to the apothecary

before we have to start getting ready

for Flora MacDonald's event.

Aye. And we dinna want to be late.

I'm excited to see
her after all these years.

You know, from
everything you've been telling me,

it sounds like
you had a small crush on her.

A what?

A tendresse.

Ah. Dinna be daft.

I'm only sorry
Fergus couldna join us here.

He's such an admirer of Flora

and her epic tale.

Well, it's a shame
he had to leave for New Bern.

But with the former
owner leaving in such a hurry...

- Aye...
- I'll be having a few words

with Aunt Jocasta when I see her.

Remember, today's a celebration.

Mm. Dinna fash. I willna forget.

You know, in my time in Britain,

Flora MacDonald's
likeness ended up on biscuit tins.

But the image of her
and the Bonnie Prince

sitting in a boat, well,

it became emblematic

of a certain spirit of
Scottish rebelliousness.

And yet she's here to
speak on behalf of the Crown

to an audience of
loyal British subjects.

Highlanders like my aunt.

It is strange to think
of former Jacobites

being so eager to
join the loyalist cause.

Well, they've forged new lives.

They've land of their own underfoot.

Much to lose. Very little to gain.

If only they knew what was coming.

They willna fight for a dream. Not now.

Tried that before,

and they stood behind the Bonnie Prince

only to find themselves imprisoned,
flogged, destitute.

And most have now sworn
an oath of loyalty to the Crown

as Flora MacDonald did.

As did I.

An oath I'd very likely keep

if I didna ken what
you and Bree told me.

But now since you do?

Then...

I must break it.

God save His most excellent Majesty,
King George the Third.

Cheers.

Why do you smile like that?

Because I see I'm among men

who have about
as much respect for the king as I do.

Mr. Cornelius Harnett, I presume?

Forgive me, Mr. Fraser.

I wanted to be certain it was you.

But may I ask,
how could you be sure it was me?

Oh, you're very convincing, Mr. Harnett.

Almost too convincing.

But, it seems
your companion here might vomit

at the mere mention of
our good sovereign's name.

You never would've
made it on the stage, Beeston.

Luckily for us,
your talents lie elsewhere.

I'll leave
you gentlemen to get acquainted.

Excuse me.

Your Committee of Correspondence

has assembled
an impressive group of thinkers.

It's been my
pleasure to read your letters.

As it has been mine to
read your very astute responses.

We know what you did at Alamance Creek.

Throwing down your coat at Tryon's feet

and telling him what
many only dare to think.

I'm sure reports have been exaggerated.

Wasn't a speech I had time to prepare,
believe me.

I admire your humility.

Still, you must
understand that it is a risk

for us to seek you out.

Aye. I understand how my association

with Governor Tryon must've appeared.

Before I share our plans,

I like to look into a man's eyes
and get the measure of his character.

And how do you find me?

Bold. Willing to ask questions.

And I believe a man must
question his own motives too.

And what are yours?

To do right by my conscience

and my duty by my brothers.

There were personal reasons
for my change of heart at Alamance.

But that they changed is undeniable.

I believe you, too,

stand for liberty and fraternity.

The barkeep here is
sympathetic to the cause

and is closing early tomorrow night

so the Sons of Liberty can meet.

Will you join us?

I look forward to it.

Well, that's gonna need reinforcing.

Shall I fetch the mortar we mixed?

Aye.

Bless you and
Mistress MacKenzie for these.

I hope there's enough left for you.

Oh, we have plenty,
and we're happy to share.

That's lovely.

What is it?

Oh, I doubt you'd know this one.

It's from... from...

Well, it's a favorite
of where I come from.

How does it go?

It's called "The Northern Lights
of Old Aberdeen."

♪ I've wandered In many far-off lands ♪

♪ And traveled many a mile ♪

♪ I've missed the folk
I've cherished them all ♪

♪ The joy of a friendly smile ♪

I think I know it.

Well,
there's something familiar about it.

Well, perhaps it's only
the words remind you of home.

I often find myself...

aching for it.

Do you ever feel that way?

Aye.

Will you teach the song to Aidan?

This isn't quite right either.

Maybe we should go downriver.

Uh, no.

Can you tell us what kind of
location we're looking for?

Yes, if you could explain it to us

in a little more detail,

perhaps we could be of better help.

Well, I need a narrow part,

but still with enough
water to turn a waterwheel.

It'll then turn a screw pump

which will bring water
up from the spring,

and that's what I'll
use to fill my cistern...

Once I've built
it... but that's the easy part.

Getting it from
the cistern to the settlements,

that's gonna be a little more tricky.

Perhaps Mr. MacKenzie

or one of the other
men might know of a place.

Aye, you should've asked Roger
to come trudging up all this way.

I thought you all
wanted to come for a walk.

And no, Roger is fixing
Mistress McCallum's hearth,

so it's just us women,
and we're not giving up yet.

Let's, uh, let's try
down there a little ways.

What's that?

Bones.

Of an animal?

No. Finger bones.

Some charms use grave dust

or ashes of a body.

Oh, so you think it's a spell?

Dried seaweed...

bones, and flat rocks.

I believe it's a love charm.

The one they call
"Venom of the North Wind."

Well,
maybe it was one of the fisher-folk.

They're a superstitious lot.

Perhaps it was Ute McGillivray.

Her daughter, Senga, is unwed.

Or Amy McCallum.

True. She's a widow.

Lonely with those two young children,
no doubt.

Lizzie, are you all right?

Lizzie.

You're feverish.

The Malaria.

We need to take her home.

Come.

Lord John.

I didna count you to be among
Mistress MacDonald's many admirers.

It should come as no surprise.

I have a particular
fondness for reformed Jacobites.

And how is William?

Nearly as tall as me,

and he bests me at
chess almost every game.

Well, I hope to have the honor
of playing with him one day.

Well, it's not only chess.

He talks of politics like a politician,

of history like an historian,

and his knowledge of literature
and the modern languages is...

Well, I hardly know where to begin.

So is it business or pleasure
that brings you to Wilmington?

Well, I understood that Governor Martin
wasn't able to attend.

Should we be glad or worried

that both England and
New Bern can spare you?

Glad, I should hope.

But Mistress MacDonald's willingness to
appeal to her fellow countrymen,

to make her case for peace, um,

couldn't come at a better time.

It is a strength of
feeling that Governor Martin

hopes to be able to count
on to change hearts and minds.

A Jacobite in the hand is worth
two in the bush, as they say.

That's all behind us, thankfully.

And what matters now
is that Mistress MacDonald

has the discernment to
judge the right course of action now.

Indeed. Will you excuse us, John?

I see my aunt has arrived.

Of course.

Mr. Innes, Aunt Jocasta.

We're delighted you've come.

Aye.

But why do we never have the pleasure
of yer company at River Run?

Mr. Bug's been
delivering all my sweetmeats,

so you've no need to come yourselves,
is that it?

The last time I sent a man to River Run,

you bought him a print shop in New Bern,
and I lost a son.

Nephew, when Fergus visited,

he told me how happy he'd been

at working the print shop in Edinburgh,

and how desperately
he wanted to feel that way again.

I had an opportunity to help.

An opportunity, certainly.

Do you begrudge the lad his happiness?

Of course not, Auntie.

Well, then surely
you can have no objections.

Once Marsali joins him in New Bern,

they will be safer
from those who'd think ill

of wee Henri-Christian.

D'ye no' agree?

Mary, so lovely to see you.

We missed you on our last visit.

Thank you, mistress. My mother died.

Mistress Innes gave me
leave of my duties to mourn.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

Our Hanna's dearly missed.

Mr. Innes, I'm in need of refreshment.

Of course, my dear.

Aunt Jocasta.

Is Lizzie very sick this time?

She has a fever and the shakes.

This ointment will help her.

Do you know where to find gallberries?

Aye. Up the mountain.

Dinna like 'em much, bitter as vinegar.

No, they're not for her to eat.
They're for the ointment.

We'll need more,
but take this to her for now.

She'll know what to do.

Major MacDonald.

Mr. Fraser.

- Major.
- Mistress Fraser.

I must say, I was quite taken aback
to hear of your resignation,

and from the governor himself no less.

You know, I would've hoped
you might've given me some warning.

Aye, I should've told you first,
but, uh,

I trust the governor is satisfied

with the pledge of
loyalty I received from Cherokee.

He was most pleased,

which is why we'd
hoped for a continued effort.

Oh, it's Flora.

Mistress MacDonald.

Such an honor.

Mistress MacDonald.

Of course you know Major MacDonald.

Mr. MacDonald. Mistress MacDonald.

I fear I should need a chart of lineage

to distinguish all these
MacDonalds from one another.

If only that would help.

You should see my own family tree.

Born a MacDonald,
and then I married one.

My good fortune.
Different branch, of course.

Oh.

Well, may I introduce Mr. James Fraser

and his wife, Mistress Claire Fraser.

Formerly of Broch Tuarach.

Last time I laid eyes on you,

you kicked me in the shin.

Aye, Fionnaghal, because you stole my
bridie and pulled my hair.

If memory serves,
the bridie was well worth it.

Only wee'uns.

Mistress Fraser, a great pleasure.

Oh, the pleasure is mine.

You're somewhat celebrated here

as well, it would seem.

Is it true you performed an operation

on stage at the theatre?

It's left quite
an impression on the townsfolk.

Actually it was the foyer,

but, uh, I'm surprised
people still talk about it.

Our apologies. We were delayed.

When I went to my chamber to dress,

I found a thief
ransacking my belongings.

- Mm.
- Good heavens.

He stole my necklace.

What a fright you must've had.

Fortunately, two men from the inn
apprehended him in the street.

We had to wait for
the sheriff to be summoned.

He was arrested at my wife's instance.

You're very brave.

You retrieved the necklace
with one emerald missing?

Yes.

They failed to find it on the thief.

Well, ye're safe here, I can assure you.

- Oh.
- Auntie?

Jocasta?

Oh.

Do you need to get some air?

I think that would be wise.

I'll come. I could use some air as well.

Is it your eyes?

The most grievous pain at times.

It's not uncommon with your condition.

You know, I have
something that could soothe them.

Hmm. Have you, indeed?
Something unpleasant, no doubt?

I can fetch it from the carriage.

You can tell what ails
her simply by looking at her?

Well, yes, but I also know her.

What can you tell by looking at me,
Mistress Fraser?

Do you know what's ailing me?

Well, the burden of
a great responsibility to please,

no doubt, and a touch of nerves,
perhaps?

Yes. I think perhaps you're right.

What I have can also ease nerves

if you'd care to join us.

Please do.

What song is that?

I never heard it before.

Funny you should say that.

Amy McCallum was
convinced she had heard it.

But she couldn't have... it
wasn't composed until the 1950s.

We were out by the river this morning

looking for a place for a waterwheel,

and we came across this pile of burned

human finger bones and seaweed.

Marsali said it was a love charm.

Something one of
the fisher-folk might've put there.

That's strange.

Didn't think Presbyterians
went in for that sort of thing.

You've been
spending a lot of time over there,

at Amy's.

Just working on the roof.

And serenading her, apparently.

What? No.

It's not...

I let my guard down for a split second
singing a modern tune, and she liked it.

Just noting that
you're over there a lot,

and maybe she likes
spending time with you.

No, I'm not spending time with her.

I'm helping out.

I promised her that
she would have a cabin

and wouldn't starve,
and I'm keeping that promise.

What, you think that she made
that love charm for my sake?

What I think is, she's a lonely widow

with two children.

And having a handsome man over there
at her beck and call all the time is...

- She needs me.
- We need you.

Do ye? Ye're so capable.

You're making
waterwheels and clay pipes.

It's nothing the Romans didn't do.

Ye're the only one
here who knows how to do it.

You're bringing indoor plumbing to the
Ridge for crying out loud.

Ye're amazing to me, Bree.

I'm just trying to
contribute something too.

Amy sees me as her minister, and I...

But you're not a minister.

To the rest of the world,
you're a married man

who's alone with a widow
in her home for hours on end.

It... it's not like that.

Roger, Amy needs to
find a husband of her own,

and she won't if you're
already the man of the house.

Oh, my.

It's hemp flower.

I think we are
a veritable gentleman's club.

To whom shall we drink?

Our Bonnie Prince.

Well, I say we should drink to you.

I was never much
aligned with him politically.

People thought we were in love, mm,

and that we laid together.

In the boat?

I fear my name will be
forever associated with him.

Forgive me, I do not
wish to speak ill of him.

It's just...

Charles Stuart was not a leader of men.

No. I don't think he'd mind.

Last I heard, he was in Italy

quietly drinking himself to death.

I had always wished
to meet a member of a royal family,

but hearing you talk,

maybe I should count
my blessings that I have not.

Mistress Fraser, of course,
has had the honor.

More than one occasion.

Hmm.

I wouldn't exactly
call Culloden an honor.

But, uh, as for Versailles...

Well,
shouldn't bore you with the details.

Mistress MacDonald,

we shouldn't keep you any longer.

It must be almost time
for you to address the crowd.

Yes, I suppose I should go and prepare
to face them.

Wish me luck.

Let us go together.

Of course.

Has that helped your eyes?

It has, aye.

I mustn't curse them too much I suppose.

I can still recall Murtagh's face

from when I was a young lass.

Four husbands I have had,

and some of them
have made me happy at times,

but... until Murtagh...

I understand.

Well, must put a smile on, I suppose.

Shall we?

You know, I was...
I was thinking that I should prepare you

a little pouch of
the hemp flower to take home.

- Oh.
- I'll be along shortly.

Right. Thank you, Flora.

Okay, careful.

Was he a coward in his disguise,

or a brave soul willing to take a risk?

You, of course,
may judge for yourselves.

A man is often judged by his actions.

A woman is more often judged...

Where did you disappear to?

Just needed a rest.

But you've come
here to hear about my actions,

to judge my character.

Why I did what I did that fateful night.

I chose to see beyond mere appearances.

Today, Mistress Fraser
reminded me of something.

A gifted physician,
and incidentally a woman...

Can you imagine?

She reminded me that
we must seek to find

what ails us not outwardly, but within.

What is ailing us
today is the threat of division,

and we've seen it before.

We know the symptoms of this disease,

and it's not enough for us
just to put on a disguise and flee.

Peace and unity,
that is what is at stake.

We have sworn
oaths of loyalty to the Crown,

and we are proud subjects

of the United Kingdom of Great Britain.

And if we are to live in
peace in this new land...

so we must continue to be.

Jamie, Governor Martin has concerns.

Ah.

So I must ask you.

Ask me what?

About your resignation as Indian Agent.

I assured him of your allegiance,

and your presence here
has given me every reason

to believe that we are in alignment.

And yet...

I was shown a missive
containing a list of names,

and yours was among them.

A growing number of men who
make no qualms about their affiliation

with the Sons of Liberty.

Well, the Committee of Correspondence

has made it no secret
they're eager to consider me an ally.

A presumption I'm certain
you would take pains to correct.

You must disassociate
yourself from them at once.

- Jamie, it is dangerous.
- Aye.

Though if you did happen to know
where they were meeting tomorrow...

I don't.

Very well.

I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.

The Crown has eyes and ears everywhere.

John, I feel I must tell you...

Lord John, forgive me.

Master Innes told me to come get you.

What is it?

There's trouble in town.

Simms! What's this all about?

Your aunt had me print
those to commemorate the day.

She brought me the drawing last week.

It was for a good cause.

Seems these men are not as eager
as we to honor our Scottish heroine.

Or the gentleman that printed them.

Mary,
you should return to Mistress Innes.

Give him up, Fraser,

or wear feathers with him.

Come out from there.

Come on out of there, Simms.

You can't be hiding up
this man's backside all day.

Better a printer up my
arse than a fool wi' a torch!

Aye, you've no cause to-to threaten
a man for doing an honest day's work.

We don't want
his Tory lies getting spread...

I'll print whatever I damn well please.

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Thank you. Thank you.

Alas,
you canna please all readers alike.

Come. I'll tend to your wounds.

Just a little bit of tar.

At least you weren't shot or stabbed.

Yeah.

4th of July,

1776, you said.

Well, there's still time.

That's the Declaration of Independence.

The war starts much sooner.

The settlers on the Ridge...

what will they say when they learn
I've broken my oath to the king?

I kent one day have to stand
against a great number of them

to fight friends and kin.

To hear Flora MacDonald's words

fall upon the crowd today.

See the resolve grow in them

as if a great blade had come down from
heaven to cleave us apart.

And Lord John, had to lie to him today.

You will do right by Lord John.

As for the people on the Ridge, well...

if we're involved,

perhaps they don't have to be.

You know, I've never
lived without allegiance,

wittingly or not, to laird or king.

I know.

The tide has turned.

Our allegiance now
is... it's to this new nation.

"Send not to
know for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee."

I wouldn't worry
about that just yet, Mr. Christie.

We have to get it up there first.

Without more help, we might die trying.

I mean that it's not only for funerals.

Soon we'll hear the peal of
wedding bells and christenings

ringing out for happy occasions.

I dare say my father
is somewhat suspicious of happiness.

Are you not, Father?

For whatever occasion it may toll,

be the finest belfry in Rowan County.

If you will, go fetch the rope

from inside for the pulley,
Mr. MacKenzie.

Aye.

Mr. Henderson, have you gone mad?

In here of all places?

We haven't done anything, sir.

Well, it didn't look that way to me.

Miss Christie.

Your father and brother are outside.

A word to my father, Mr. MacKenzie,

and I'll tell everyone I've
seen you kissing Amy McCallum.

I've done no such thing.

But everybody knows

you spend more time with the
widow than you do your own wife.

They will believe me.

Look who I found inside.

Ah.

Another pair of hands would be useful,
Mr. Henderson.

Pleased to be of help, sir.

Aye.

Mr. MacKenzie, I caught a bass.

I shred the worm as
you showed me and hooked him.

Ha!

Bet your ma's already cooked him ready
for your luncheon.

Well, do come in and eat with us.

Ah, I don't have much
work left to do on the hearth.

I should probably
finish so I can go home.

Please?

Let me repay all your kindness.

And Aidan canna wait to hear stories

of when you were taken
captive by the-the Mohawk, was it?

Aye, the Mohawk.

Will this do, Mr. MacKenzie?

Would you like to say grace?

Is it true, Auntie?
You paid for Flora's gathering?

I've come to the conclusion

that it does no good to
sit quietly on your hands

when you could put them in your purse

to further the cause of peace.

These rebellions lead nowhere,
as well you know.

I ken what you're doing.

With Fergus too.

Oh, not this again.

And no doubt he'll feel obliged to
do your bidding and print your views

since it was
your money that bought him the shop.

I dinna wish to hear he's
been hanged for treason or tarred

and feathered for not
being treasonous enough.

- He understands the dangers.
- Aye.

And I understand your grief.

But if anything should
happen to my son...

Feeling a wee bit tired.

I'll take you to your chamber.

Your auntie hasn't been
herself since Mr. Fitzgibbons died.

Often I find her in
her chair by the fire

having a fitful dream,

speaking of money stained by blood,

her daughter Morna, and French gold.

You don't worry she's losing her mind,
do you, Mr. Fraser?

No.

Only that she's lost her heart.

Thank you, Mary.

Look at me!

We'll just say it's
a very odd-looking bird.

You know Obadiah Henderson?

Lives up by the Lindsays?

Yeah?

I asked him to look in on Amy

and finish anything
she needs doing in the cabin.

I have a weakness for young mothers.

Well, I guess it makes sense.

You lost your own
mother so young in the blitz.

Aye.

I find myself needing to
take care of 'em. I can't help it.

I couldn't see...

Okay, maybe I didn't want to see
that I was going down a wrong path.

You know I was never worried about you.

I know.

I know.

But I'm still sorry.

I want to spend my
time with you and Jemmy.

Just the three of us.

All the four of us.

Really?

Really.

Lord John?

I, uh, must speak with you.

It's good news.

I'm informed that the Sons of Liberty

are meeting
at the Red Falcon late tonight.

Aye.

I will attend that meeting.

There are soldiers ready and waiting to
put a stop to it, catch them in the act.

But if you think
these men will trust you...

then perhaps
you might glean some information?

You mean attend?

As one of them?

God.

I am a fool.

John, no.

So the rumors are true then?

You are for independency.

I must believe
there's another way to live,

a better way, perhaps.

Better? Better than what?

If there is a war, the rebels will lose,

and you...

you may lose your life.

Or gain my freedom. Our freedom.

Freedom? Freedom from what?

From paying your taxes? From tyranny?

Is that how I appear to you, Jamie,
the face of tyranny?

No.

But I canna
disguise how I feel any longer.

It is a mistake I've made before.

Come with me, John,

at least to hear their side,
to understand.

- I cannot.
- Or will not?

It is inconceivable and incomprehensible

that the colonies might
govern themselves.

Then delay yer men. Please.

That is a great deal to ask.

I ken it is.

And if I refuse?

Then I will attend the next meeting

and the next.

I dinna wish this to come between us...

but I have made up my mind, John.

You surprise me at every turn.

But then, you always have.

I will delay
the soldiers for as long as I can.

Be careful.

The first matter to be discussed

is our provincial congress.

We will hold a vote on all our
delegates, one from each county.

And after w...

I'm afraid, Mr. Fraser,
that you're no longer welcome.

Why not?

You made your sympathies quite plain

when you defended that Tory printer.

Mr. Beeston was in
the street and witnessed everything.

I see.

So you'd see
an innocent man tarred and feathered?

Or killed?

That man was printing pamphlets

preaching reconciliation
with Mother England,

which threatens our cause.

Mr. Simms owns a printing press.

It's his right to print
whatever he pleases.

I came here tonight because I believed
I'd be among men who understood that,

even if they disagreed,

men who are not afraid to
hear another man's opinion spoken

because they prize that freedom

and have faith it will
serve the greater good in time.

But maybe I was wrong to think so.
Maybe there is no common decency.

Common decency, Mr. Fraser?

Aye.

If it truly is to be common to all men,
it must begin with us.

You call yourselves "Sons of Liberty"?

Is it liberty when
a man is cowed into silence

or threatened into submission?

Is it liberty if
his property is taken from him?

How do I know we can trust you?

I came here to warn you.

Very shortly, there'll be soldiers

coming through
that door hoping to make arrests.

How do you know this?

Tell the men to leave. Do it now.

And unlock the door.

Evening, gentlemen.

State your name, sir.

James Fraser.
I'm a guest here at the inn.

I invited my companions for a wee bit

of late-night billiards.

Care to join us?

Hi.

Well, I checked in on Lizzie.

She's doing much better.

- 'Tis no surprise.
- Hi.

Josiah and Kezzie Beardsley
have been tending to her

like a little lost lamb.

I dinna believe you.

What?

Have I not been a sister to you?

Yes, of course you have.

And you hear all those bairns
out running about?

And you dinna think I ken
when a woman is with child?

Were you gonna let me
leave to New Bern without telling me?

No, of course not.

No. I only just told Roger.

- Oh.
- But don't let on to Mama.

I want to tell her myself in time.

Mm.

I know what it is to want to see
that look on Claire's face.

Tell her the news of a wee blessing.

Believe me.

No one can take that away from you.

Thanks.

And believe me, the last
time I gave her that kind of news,

it wasn't exactly under
the best of circumstances.

Yeah, but your husband's with you now.

Yeah.

- But my sister's leaving.
- Oh.

Not for a wee while.
And it's not forever.

This one won't even
get to meet his new cousin.

Aye, he will.

They'll be making mischief together.

I'm sure of it.

So much change in the wind.

When there's war afoot, Sassenach...

men take to the roads.

Let's go home.

What is it?

Nothing.

Must just have been the wind.

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