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Previously...

They mistook me
for some mythical creature,

named La Dame Blanche.

White Witch.

We believe we are
your grandparents, lass.

Your family.

Your blood.

Ah!

"People disappear all the time."

"Disappearances, after all,
have explanations, usually."

- You're writing your story?
- I'm writing our story.

There'll be a battle
in about a year's time

at a place called
Kings Mountain.

Frank says that James Fraser
dies in it.

Every detail, high ground,

steep approach,
where the fighting will unfold.

Everything he wrote makes sense.

Because there, on that mountain,
it felt like the truth.

The time has come Fraser.

Ferguson's on the march
into North Carolina.

Gather your men.

You owe me, Fraser.

You said so yourself.

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Je suis Prest.

Tulach ard!

Air adhart le sealbh agus
lion an langaid!

Fulaing le treuntachd!

Aut Pax Aut Bellum!

Caisteal Dhunaidh!

Sluagh-ghairm!

I,

James Alexander Malcolm
MacKenzie Fraser,

being of sound mind,
do hereby declare

that this is my
Last Will and Testament.

I leave to my wife,

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp
Fraser,

all property and goods
of which I die possessed,

absolutely,

with the exception of
certain individual bequests

as listed here beneath:

To my daughter,
Brianna Ellen Fraser MacKenzie,

I leave two thousand
acres of land

from the land grant
known as Fraser's Ridge.

To my grandchildren
Jeremiah, Amanda, David,

Germaine, Joan, Felicite,
Henri-Christian and Frances,

I leave each,
the sum of one hundred pounds.

I also leave my books,
to be divided among them,

under the supervision
of Roger MacKenzie...

To my beloved sister, Janet
Flora Arabella Fraser Murray,

I leave our mother's
silver stag brooch.

To my dear nephew, Ian James
Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray,

who has been like a son to me,
I leave my tools and my weapons.

To Marsali Jane
MacKimmie Fraser,

I leave my fine quills,
ink and stationery.

To my son, my natural son,

William James Fraser,

also known as William
Clarence Henry George Ransom,

ninth Earl of Ellesmere,

the three casks
of my special whisky

marked with JFS and my Bible.

May he find succor and wisdom
in its pages.

Mm.

Mm.

Here we are...

Aye.

We have a bit of time
and each other.

We could pretend
it's like any other morning.

It is like every other morning.

The sun is rising,

and though we won't
be here to see it later,

It will set tonight
like it always does.

Life on the Ridge
will go on without us.

It was just like I was
telling the bees last night.

Aye.

Tell me about the bees.

Maybe It'll settle you enough to
fix your mind where it belongs.

Not on goodbyes to come.

Will they hibernate, you think?

Mm.

Yes.

Mm.

Although they're still
hard at work.

You know,

I went down to see them
last night,

and I saw two of them asleep

inside the cup of a hollyhock,
covered in pollen,

just holding each other's feet.

Were they dead?

No, I thought so
the first time I saw it,

but I've seen it
several times since.

Just sleeping in the flower.

Waiting for the sun to come to
warm them so they could fly off.

And I don't know if

they get too tired to make
their way back to the hive

or they get caught in the dark.

Need to find somewhere
to lie down until morning.

Normally you see single bees
doing it.

But to see the two of them
curled up like that...

Well,

it was very sweet.

Sweet indeed.

"Nine bean-rows

will I have there.

And a hive for the honey-bee,

and live alone
in the bee-loud glade."

Can't believe you remember that.

That's the only bit I remember.

I love Yeats.

That's what you wanted,
is it no'-

to live a quiet life
with only bees for company?

Not only the bees, no.

I don't think the quiet life
was ever meant for us.

I've lived longer
than I thought I would.

I have lived to see
my grandchildren.

No' a blessing
everyone receives.

They are one of my
greatest joys.

I'll be sorry if I wasn't alive
to meet William's wife or

see his children.

Or see if Bree has more bairns.

But, if I do make it to Heaven,

I'm sure there must be some
accommodation made for

knowing how your family is
getting on without you.

And maybe God will let
me have a wee look in.

Being a ghost,
may be quite interesting.

There are a few folk I wouldn't
mind calling on in that state,

just to see the look
on their faces.

Would you look in on me?

Hm.

Maybe just a wee glance,
Sassenach.

Wouldn't want to frighten you.

I still wonder if my parents
were keeping an eye on me,

after they died.

I traveled around so much
with my Uncle Lam.

I never really had
a proper sense of home.

I always hoped it would be
different for my family.

I remember when I first
arrived in Scotland.

I stood at a shop window
looking at a vase.

And I remember thinking,
I've never lived in one place

long enough to own
such a simple thing.

At that moment,

I never wanted
something so much in the world

as I wanted that blue vase.

Did you buy it?

No.

Because the next morning
I went up to Craigh na Dun,

in search of a certain
blue flower.

The rest,

is our history.

Do you ever wish you
hadna seen that flower,

touched that stone?

Never.

I still don't have
the blue vase.

But I have everything
I never knew I wanted.

I hope you've had everything
you wanted.

No.

I should like to sleep in
a flower with you, Sassenach.

Holding your feet.

Our house is going
to be beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

It will be.

We'll start on it
as soon as I get back.

You know,
it doesn't matter where we are,

my place will always be
with you and the children.

Promise me you won't try
to be a hero.

I know Da needs you, but...

I'll sing my way through it
if I have to.

You've always found
your way back to me.

Promise me that this time
won't be any different.

Because Jemmy and Mandy
and Davy need their father.

And I need my husband.

And I need all of you.

This is for them.

And for us.

A future worth fighting for.

Just please be careful.

And please...

bring my Da home.

Fanny,

I want to talk to you.

You said you'd always be here.

But now you're going.

You lied.

I heard you talking about
Grandda not coming back,

but you're still going.

I want to come with you.

Oh, sweetheart.

I wish we could take you
with us,

but this is something we must do
and we can't bring you into it.

It's too dangerous.

I'm not afraid.

I can help you.

I help you all the time.

You've taught me so much.

I know.

And you have learned so much.

And you've been
such a great help.

Come here.

That's why I need you
to stay here.

So you can help
look after everybody.

We love you so much,

but we have to go.

We have to try
and make things better for you,

and for everyone on the Ridge.

I can't promise
that we will come back.

But I can promise you this,

that you will always
belong here.

This is your home.

Nothing will ever change that.

Brianna and Roger,

and Rachel and Ian-

they are your family too.

I just found you and Grandda...

I can't lose you so soon.

Listen to me.

There is something
that connects us.

Something that goes beyond
time or place.

And you may not be able
to see it,

but it's here in our hearts.

We will always be together.

And I can promise you that,
and it will never change.

You are not alone.

You never will be.

No matter what happens.

Or where we are.

Alright?

You should have this back.

I've read it enough times.

I leave it and the Ridge
in your hands, lass.

I hope it's been some help.

Frank gave me a gift
even greater than his book.

He raised you.

Helped make you who you are.

The light of our lives,
the fruit of our love.

Our beacon of hope
for the future.

No matter what comes,

no matter how the story ends,

it will have all been worth it.

I'm glad to see
you're still smiling.

Only because of how much
you look like your mother there.

What?

Come on, nobody ever says
I look like Mama.

You look like your mother often.

It's not a matter of
your hair or your eyes.

It's... It's the look on your face
when you touch Jem,

Mandy,

Wee Davy.

Or when you're talking
with Roger Mac,

in the evening
here on this porch,

with the light of the moon
in your eyes.

Ye look like your mother
in love,

is all I mean.

Exactly like her.

I don't need to tell you
I love you,

'cause you'll see it in my eyes.

But I'll say it anyway.

I love you Da.

And I you. Thanks.

This is far enough.

Good day to you.

I'd talk to ye about
the weather and the like,

but everyone will be waitin'
for me.

So...

I wanted to ask you...

If she comes to you...

tells you I'm gone,

ye'll feed her?

Take heed for her?

I trust ye wi' her.

I, uh...

Remember a bit more
of that poem now-

"And I shall have some peace...

For peace comes...

dropping slow."

There it is, Kings Mountain.

I wish we were back
at the Ridge.

Part of me wishes we were too.

I'm not afraid of dying,

I'm afraid of not seeing
my home again.

We will see the Ridge again.

Ian, see to the men,
while I speak with Cleveland.

Aye, I will.

Any word on Ferguson's militia?

The scouts have spotted
them on the mountain.

Nearly a day's ride.

They've taken the higher ground.

Ferguson wasn't wearin' a coat.

He has on a red checkered shirt.

He was riding a white stallion.

You can tell him straight away.

Should show up well amongst
those damn Provincials.

All Provincials, are they?

No, nearly half don't
have uniforms, at least.

But, they do all have guns.

How many?

A few more than us.

Not enough to make a difference.

There's more of them,

but Colonel Campbell says we'll
launch an attack from all sides.

They'll be trapped up there
like rats.

The forces were nearly equal,

Ferguson's troops numbered
a little over a thousand

as compared with the nine
hundred Patriots attacking him.

Can you forgive me?

For what?

Am I betraying ye?

By comin' here?

Only if you die.

When I was sitting on the porch,

before we left,
wee Davy in my arms,

Mandy came up the steps
covered in mud,

carrying a bone
she'd found by the pond,

and asked me who owned it.

Took a look at it,

and told her it was
the backbone of a beaver,

and she asked if I hear animals.

- Hear them?
- Aye.

Ye ken how she and Jem

can tell where each other are
without seeing each other?

Yes. Brianna told me
Mandy did that

when Jem had been taken
by Rob Cameron.

Now I wonder, can they
hear other people too?

I asked her.

She said they can,
aye... not everyone.

Just each other, their parents.

And you.

They can't hear you?

No.

She kens when I'm near,
but canna feel me at a distance.

She says Jem feels red to her,

but, uh, I am a different color
in her head.

What color are you, then?

The color of water.

Blue like the ocean,

or brown like the creek?

Mm.

Just water, she said.

Should ask Jem
if that's what he sees.

Aye. I will.

If I see him again.

If I die tomorrow,

I'll ask three things of ye,
a nighean.

Three things I want.
Will you give them to me?

If it's within my power,
you know I will.

Aye, I do.

Well then.

When you can, find a priest,

have a mass said for my soul.

Done.

Though it may take some time.

Think the nearest priest
is in Maryland.

Aye, fine.

I'll grin and abide my time
in Purgatory,

'til you manage.

I've been there before,
it's no' so bad.

Second thing?

Our Wee Davy.

Mandy says he's like me,
the color of water.

He's not like she and Jem are.

I think maybe it means he canna
pass through the stones.

I've said it before, and I'll
say it now again, and I mean it.

If I'm dead,
you should all go back.

If it's true Davy canna travel,

then give him
to Rachel and Young Ian,

they'll love him with all their
hearts and keep him safe.

I love you with all my heart,
and I can't keep you safe.

And I'm sorry Jamie,
but I... I can't promise that

Brianna would never
leave her son.

And as for me,

this is my home.

And if-

God forbid, you are gone-

well then I'd want to stay here.

Where I can feel you
all around me,

in the life that we built.

Third thing?

Remember me.

So no one will shoot ye.

Not from the front, anyway.

Ye'll help no one if ye're dead.

Ye'll do most good
if you come in after,

when folk need you.

All right.

We've come a long way, lads,

and we've a wee bit further
to go.

As we stand
on the brink of battle-

let us be thankful for the
breath still in our bodies.

For the strength
still in our bones.

For the courage
we will find within us.

Let our hearts be ablaze-

never with fury
or fear or hatred,

but the desire to fight
and fight well.

Not for gold or glory,

but for our families.

And for freedom.

Bless us before the battle.
A Mhinisteir, if you will.

Dear Lord, protect us, we pray.

O Lord,
be with us this day in battle.

Grant us the grace to show
mercy where we can.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

To Colonel Campbell!

Look after her, Roger Mac.

Pray for me.

Tha gradh agam ort, mo chridhe.

Tha gradh agam ort.

Feel like the Lady of Shalott.

Forbidden to leave her tower.

Cursed.

Unable to see what's happening
except through a mirror.

Aye.

Well...

Let's try not to break
the curse just yet...

Fire!

Reload!

Keep going!

We must get to the top!

Fire!

Claire.

Don't you try
to fucking stop me.

I'm worried.

Canna help it.

It's hard not to.

- Do ye think...
- Yes.

Given how long
they've been gone,

I think the battle
has most likely begun.

Grandda and Grandma said
that we're in their hearts.

If that's true,

then we're there with them
on the battlefield, too.

We must stay strong for them...

Or they might not come back.

You're right, Fanny.

They need us to be strong,

just as much as we need them
to come back.

Patrick Ferguson

hadn't enough voice to call
above the roar of battle,

so he used a silver whistle
to manage his troops.

Like callin' a pack of dogs.

Fix bayonets!

Now!

Fire!

Fire!

Dinna wait for my command now!

Be your own officer!

Caisteal Dhunaidh!

Roger.

Let me see.

Hold!
Hold groun, ye bastard!

- Can you walk?
- Aye.

Go down the hill.

Back to the field hospital.

Ah!

No. No.

Claire!

Claire, wait.

Shit!

Come on!

Advance!

Take the point!

Ah!

Advance!

Take point.

Reload!

Faster!

Faster!

- I surrender.
- I surrender. I surrender.

The day is ours!

The British are retreating.

The British are retreating.

Go!

Keep walking!

Go on!

Ye bastard!

No!

Get your-

Get your hands off me!

It's over,

Sassenach!

Frank was wrong.

The battlefield is ours.

I need to go.

I need to go
tend to the wounded.

Victory is ours!

Do I have your surrender, sir?

I will never surrender.

Ah, dinna fash-

No, I need to stop the bleeding.

I'm not afraid-

No.

No, I am not going to sit here
and watch you die.

No.

No!

Jamie!

No!

You can't.

Forgive me-

Sassenach.

No, don't go!

Don't go!

No!

No!

Don't you go!

Jamie!

No!

No!

Don't you leave me!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Auntie...

He's gone.

No.

No.

Claire.

Claire.

It breaks my heart to say it,

but we've lost him.

He just needs to rest.

Needs his strength.

He just needs to rest.

Just rest.

You just need to rest.

No.

Where are you?

It's time to bury him, Claire.

I won't tell you
I know how you feel.

Pretend there's anything
I can say to make it better.

That's impossible.

But there are some things that
must happen now, Claire.

Let's take him home.

He is home...

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

What are you
thanking the Lord for?

For the sight of you, Sassenach.

I'll thank you to take
your hands off my wife.

There it is, Lallybroch.

I'm pregnant.

I think you're an angel, Claire.

You are always wi' me.

If it's a sin that you chose me,

then I will go
to the devil himself.

Bless him
for tempting you to it.

I do it all again, and more,

to be with you.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Thank you.

- That's my third copy.
- Oh, is it really?

- It's for my daughter.
- Oh, yes.

- And what is her name?
- Karen.

Karen. Okay.

For Karen.
I can spell that name.

All right.

Um, Miss Gabaldon, I, uh-

I noticed this journal
at your last signing.

May I ask what it is?

Uh, well, it's, uh,
just a wee bit of inspiration.

- Thank you so much.
- You're very welcome.

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