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Previously. You did quite well, John. I have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

I'll no say I'm going to mind this because I'll do her. But nothing in this

world can take you from me or me from you. But General Romain.

I promised I shall keep him here with me for as long as I wear this uniform.

We passed overnight.

By the next morning, he's already been buried.

I cried.

Monsieur Bichon. He's my stepbrother. Or was.

Do you know a British captain named Richardson?

He's sending your son to a gang of Hessians. Why are you helping me? Oh,

you. She had a dream about you. When your hair is like snow, you will have

wisdom beyond time.

War is coming to the back country. There'll be a battle in about a year's

at a place called King's Mountain, and the James Fraser dies in it. Imagine

we're in Cleveland. There's a Tory on your lap named Cunningham.

Cleveland? Then you are the James Fraser in the book.

Sing me a song of a life that is gone.

Sing me a song of a life that is gone.

At last be I.

Mary of thought, she sailed on a day

over the sea to sky.

Mrs. Abbott had a camera like this.

She never let us touch it.

Penny, would you like to have it?

Have it?

Yes, to bring home.

Have it all for yourself.

Mrs. McKenzie, I have your post.

Think about it while I go get the post.

That's very pretty.

Yes, sir.

Though it looks a bit out of place in these parts.

As do you.

You're a pretty one, too.

How would you like to keep me company on my travels?

I shouldn't like this at all.

Well, come now.

You seem like quite the adventurous.

And you.

Or toad -faced foot licker.

Benny?

Are those men bothering you?

They're officers.

How can you tell?

The way they carry themselves.

I think they said to me they're officers at... at the brothel.

to speak in this thing, man. I think they can do as they please. If anyone

want to, they'll have a word with them.

No.

Let's just go.

See you.

That one's for you.

That's from your former husband.

What does he want with you?

Actually, he wants Brianna.

Apparently, he's in Savannah and Williams with him.

He's invited her to come and paint a portrait of his nephew's wife and son.

I'll go see if she would like to go.

No, you won't.

Would you care to rephrase that?

No.

This doesn't involve you. I don't mean to be involved.

I don't mean for you to be involved with Joan Grey at all.

But it's a wee bit late for that.

You know what happened. You know why. I do, Ken.

What happened, he laid you down on the floor, spread your legs and swived you.

You think I'll ever hear that man's name or not think about it? I thought we

were done with that.

Did I once tell you I'm a jealous man?

You did. And did I tell you?

I begrudged every hour you spent in another man's bed.

You did. I meant it.

I still mean it.

But you'll do as you damn please. God knows you always do, but don't pretend

didn't care what I feel about it.

You can't avoid John forever. If William's involved with him, then so are

Damn William.

The pig -headed Scot.

What has William done?

William hasn't done anything.

Then why is Mr Fraser so angry?

He's Scottish, which means he's stubborn.

But it doesn't have anything to do with William.

You probably shouldn't have told him.

Told him what?

I know what swived means.

Men don't like to share a woman.

I really like you and Mr. Fraser.

You've been good to me.

It's a shame I'll have to go.

Why on earth would you have to go?

William asked Mr. Fraser to take care of me. If he's angry at William, he won't

want to do what William asked.

And then I'll have to go back to Mrs. Abbott.

I'll have to work.

You'll never.

I have to go back there.

We took you in because we wanted you.

No, you didn't.

William made Mr Fraser take me.

Speaking as someone who knows both of them rather well, I can assure you no

could make either of them do anything against his will.

Mr Fraser promised to keep you safe.

He keeps his word.

And so do I.

Ben's not dead.

That's why his body is not in his grave.

It seems far more likely that Ben is buried in a grave with that other man's

name on it.

Whoever buried them might simply have muddled the bodies.

Or Ben escaped and they buried another person in his grave to hide the fact.

Why would anyone go to the trouble? To cover up the embarrassment of having

a prominent prisoner of high rank.

I made a few further inquiries, but unfortunately no one I spoke with had

more information.

Likely because it doesn't exist.

I had a tin soldier.

Ben gave me when we were boys.

General Roland.

I gave it back to him when he went to war. It wasn't among his belongings.

And you think that Ben is alive because he didn't have this tin soldier that you

gave him?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

You've had a difficult few months, William, and I think perhaps you were

looking... It's not about that. You were looking for a sense of purpose.

No, there is something amiss here.

I know it.

You haven't mentioned any of this to Lady Grey, have you? Of course not.

Unless I find something substantial to tell her.

Well, I do not purport to give any credence to your theory.

If Ben escaped, as you assert, then he likely would have gotten word to his

commander. Hmm?

Well, as luck would have it, Major General Leslie is newly assigned to the

Southern Campaign, and General Prevost is holding a luncheon in his honor.

I could procure an invitation for you, if you wish.

You're simply trying to get me back out into society.

Well, for Judas, then, that an opportunity should arise in which we

what we want.

So John wants me to paint a portrait.

Hmm.

Why is he writing to you and not Da?

Well, because your father and Lord John had a falling out.

Currently not on speaking terms.

Oh.

What sort of falling out?

When I thought Jamie was dead, I married him.

What?

About to be arrested as a spy for the Continental Army. And, well, John

the only way to stop that from happening was... I was married to a British

officer.

Oh.

So why is John mad? Sounds like John was protecting you.

It's like you slept together.

Mama!

It only happened once.

We were both drowning in grief and alcohol.

I can't really explain it.

Wow.

How in the hell will I look John in the eye when I see him?

Wait, I don't have to calm down now, do I?

Do not joke about that in front of your father.

Oh, I won't. I won't.

I apologize.

I was shot and got shot.

But if there's something you need, I can leave word for Mr. Crombie. I haven't

come to make a purchase.

Oh. Then how can I help you, Mr. Fraser?

My daughter tells me the two men came to visit you today.

Officers, it seems.

Yes. I was visited by two of my son's comrades.

They're conventioners waiting to be exchanged.

They took the opportunity to return some of my son's belongings.

Fraser's Ridge is a long way from any army, Captain.

It's where I like it.

It's what you claim to like about it, too.

Indeed.

Very generous of them, then, to travel so far for a social call.

Yes, it was.

I can only hope.

I properly conveyed my gratitude.

Can we do nothing eye to eye in terms of politics?

No, I'm not in favor of holding a man's opinions against him.

I will not tolerate any actions that will threaten the Ridge or its settlers.

I can assure you that those men meant no one any harm.

I don't care what was said.

One of them spoke with Francis, a young lassie.

And my charge, greatly upset her.

I apologize for their behavior.

I shall have words with them should they return.

Though I think it unlikely you will see them again.

Very well, Captain.

Forgive my intrusion. I was told you were out. I never would have...

It's fine.

Did you need something?

I thought this waistcoat might go nicely with the suit Uncle John got for you.

You made this?

I embroidered it then.

You're similar in size.

I'd be happy for you to get some use out of it.

Thank you.

It's the most fanciful waistcoat I've ever owned.

It's not fanciful at all.

Every single one of these beetles can be found in the colonies.

And they're all the anatomically correct colours and shapes.

Well, I will admit, the red eyes really were a touch of fancy on my part. I just

thought the pattern required more red than a single ladybird beetle would

provide.

They're entirely appropriate.

Thank you.

Now, let's see if it fits.

If you don't mind, of course.

Yes.

Just right.

Why beetles?

I know it's likely a disappointment to your family, but... My father is not

of nobility.

He's a naturalist.

When he can afford to be.

And when he cannot afford to be.

He's a bookseller in Philadelphia.

And my grandfather is a botanist.

Hence my name.

Amaranthus. It's a plant.

Amaranthus retroflexus.

Commonly known as pigweed.

It's a beautiful name.

And a lovely waistcoat.

No, absolutely not. You told Roger that Daddy's book warns of a battle coming to

the backcountry.

We're going to need a lot more than just a few hunting rifles, and Savannah is

the place to get them.

The British hold the city, but the Continental Army is stationed nearby,

to take it back.

And where there are armies, there are guns.

Too dangerous.

The city's under siege. They won't allow people to just come and go as they

please. Well, they will, I didn't guess, of Lord John Grey.

And John included a letter of safe passage with his invitation.

And how are you going to pay for these guns?

Historically, we know the armies are short of coins, so we were thinking some

the Frenchmen's gold.

We were almost killed for it. We may as well use it to protect ourselves.

If you make it into the city, bandits don't rob you of it all and leave you

dead. Jamie... No!

No, I wouldn't allow it.

Jamie, don't punish Brianna and Roger because you're angry about John.

Now, I don't like it either, but they've obviously thought it through.

They're not going.

They don't need your permission.

They asked for it, did they not?

They asked for your blessing and your help.

They don't need my help.

John Grey has taken care of everything.

I could have lied, you know.

No, you couldn't.

You can't lie to anyone, Sensenach, let alone me.

Given his lordship, it already told me the truth.

You can't have been sure it was the truth.

I could have told you that he was talking out his backside because he

annoy you and you would have believed me.

Don't you hear anything about his lordship's backside?

Why didn't you lie then?

Because I promised you honesty.

If honesty turns out to be a double -edged sword, well, I think the wounds

to be worth it.

Did Frank think that?

I should have to ask him.

This is about you and me.

What do you want me to say?

But I wish I hadn't slept with John.

Do you?

As I know, Sassenach, I may do something I regret.

You forgave me.

You said so. I didn't.

I said I will love you forever, and I will, but... You can't love someone if

won't forgive them.

I forgive you. How dare you?

First you're angry with me because I didn't forgive you, and now you're

at me because I did. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place, and

it. You did.

You did do it. Do you think I was unfaithful to you?

And I wasn't.

Do you want to care what's wrong with me?

Yes.

It's a thing out of my head.

And hopefully I'm on it.

And then he sends you a letter and it all comes back again.

When I think of it, I see you.

I need to have you then and there.

Heath is there in my head.

How do you think I can stand to think that you and I are sharing a bed with

in it?

We're not.

I have never, not for one second, thought of anyone else but you when I'm

your bed.

I ought to be offended that you think I do. I ought to.

You think very highly of yourself, doesn't he?

I think we've caught the muscles.

Did I break the skin?

You do that every time you touch me.

I go to bed fighting about your third husband, and I wait to find you gazing

a book written by your first.

Well, lucky for you, I'm only in love with my second.

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

About Frank?

Maybe he intended for me to read this book while he was alive.

Find out what happened to you.

That you survived Culloden.

And that the life that I envisioned with you, dreamt of, had been within reach.

Then he stole it from me.

Can he be that cunning?

Hold that much hate?

Do you?

Can't forgive John and we were only married for a few weeks.

If you were Frank.

I would hate me for taking your heart fully forever.

But what if he thought you did come back to me?

Perhaps it's punishment.

At Wentworth, I whispered him in Black Jack's ear the date of his death.

I'd read it in Frank's research papers.

But in that moment, it was the only weapon I had.

Because I wanted to torture him.

You think Frank is torturing you?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Not forgetting about you.

Not letting you go.

No one can be tortured with the truth as well as a lie.

Now, what you told Black Jack was real, Claire.

I just don't know what's real or not anymore.

That's what's worrying me.

You know it's real.

In your heart, you know what's written is the truth.

General Leslie.

Good afternoon.

William Ransom, sir. Your servant.

I believe you know my father, Lord John Grey.

Oh, of course.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

What a charming waistcoat. Thank you. My cousin embroidered it for me.

That is my cousin Benjamin Grey's widow.

I believe he fought under your command, General.

It's a very great loss.

My... Deepest sympathies to you and your family.

Thank you.

I recently visited Middlebrook Encampment to pay my respects at his

He possessed such incredible strength and spirit.

I find it very difficult to believe he perished there.

When was the last time you heard from him? When he left with the raiding

I'm afraid.

I received one letter after they were captured and nothing more.

He was a fine soldier and an even better man.

I suppose lunch is served.

I wonder if I may beg a favour of you, my lord.

The colonial office is keen to learn more about the conditions under which

prisoners are being held. As you've recently visited Middlebrook, Perhaps

be willing to speak with my adjutant and tell him what you witnessed there.

I would be glad to.

He spoke with your father earlier.

His experience with prisoners was, of course, some time ago.

Prisoners? My father?

Lord John was the governor of a prison in Scotland, was he not?

Twenty, perhaps twenty -five years ago?

Twenty -five years ago?

Ardmere, I believe it was called.

Are you the healer?

I am.

I'm Claire.

And you are?

I'm Agnes.

Agnes Whitaker.

Were you hurt, Agnes?

No. It's my mother.

She's with a child and she needs help.

And where is your mother now?

I'm Binta.

This is Susanna.

Something's wrong.

Susanna, I'm Claire.

I'm going to help.

Help.

Dozens of babies coming to the world, ma 'am. This one will come.

A thing from stock.

What is it?

Twins.

Twins.

You sure?

Can you feel that?

That's the baby's head.

And the other one.

Here.

The baby's back. It's head's down.

Drink some honey water.

It appears the babies are caught on each other.

And one is stopping the other one making its way through.

Now, I know this may sound impossible, but we're going to help you get up and

get you walking.

Sometimes a change of position can help them move.

What the devil are you doing here?

Lovely to see you again, John.

I might assume that your presence here indicates that you are no longer working

for the Marquis.

I could still be true to La Belle France.

No, I could not.

You wouldn't know if I was telling you the truth or a lie, would you?

What do you want, President?

Oh, quite a lot of things.

But principally, I'm seeking a meeting with a Claudel Fraser.

He runs a print shop here in town.

I have information that might be a boon to the man.

I've written him several letters, but he won't respond to my invitation.

What makes you think I can help?

He was born in Paris, in a brothel. I'm mistaken from said brothel by a tall,

red -headed Scotsman named Fraser.

If I'm not mistaken, you spent a good deal of time in the presence of a...

red -headed Scotsman named Fraser.

I believe the two of them to be acquainted, if not related.

It's a very common surname.

I'm not asking you to betray your friend.

All I'm asking is that you contact this Claudel fellow and encourage him to meet

with me.

I'm working out of a solicitor's office here in town.

Because you helped before with William, I'll consider it.

In turn.

I have a favor to ask of you.

I need you to locate Captain Richardson.

After his little trick with the Hessians last year, he seems to have vanished

into thin air.

The room was about, but he's proven very difficult to find.

Consider it done.

I'm Aaron Whitaker.

I'm told my wife came this way.

Please.

I

need

to go.

Now. Papa, no.

She needs help. You've put all of us in danger. Mr. Whitaker.

I'm James Frader. This is my wife, Claire. She is a midwife and healer.

And your wife is in need of one.

With respect, Mr. Fraser, I've little trust in white men.

I'm a free man. My wife is a free woman. And I intend to raise our children

free.

I will not risk that for a white healer. We mean no harm to you and your family.

I will not ask where you live. I will not tell anyone you are here.

You are my what?

Please.

Allow my wife to help yours.

Please, Aaron.

No!

I

suppose

I've lost my choice in a matter, haven't I?

I'll fetch you a dram of whisky.

What do you

have

there?

It's for you.

It's not a present.

Not like that.

I stopped by Middlebrook after Henry's wedding to collect what they had of

belongings.

I didn't ask you to do this.

I wanted to find out what I could about the circumstances of his death.

I thought he might have liked Trevor to have his uniform.

He would have.

Thank you.

I'll put it with the rest of his belongings.

I see that.

Before Ben left the last time, before the raid, he... He asked me to give that

to the baby when he was born.

Come.

Take a walk.

Lovely outside.

You know, my father says there's a kind of finch that learns its songs from its

parents. Take an egg and put it from one nest into another some miles away, and

the nestling will learn the songs of its new parents.

You and your father are quite knowledgeable.

Which reminds me, thank you again for the waistcoat.

It was very popular among the upper ranks of the British military.

I'm glad to hear it.

I regret I was unable to expound upon it properly.

See, my father's but a lowly lord, woefully uninformed on the complexities

our natural world.

Let me help you.

This is a dogbane leaf beetle, Chrysocus auratus.

This one, with the long nose, is a billbug.

He eats cattails and young corn. Quite a fairy diet.

Hmm.

Dinosaur Titius.

The eastern Hercules beetle.

Dinosaur Titius means Titius the Wanderer, if I'm not mistaken.

What does that have to do with Hercules?

Are they not both large and possessed of extraordinary strength?

I suppose.

Though the stories seem hardly interchangeable. A giant who is a vile

and a heroic demigod.

Perhaps he simply has two sides to him.

Seem known to be contrary, Miss Dunner.

As for the beetle, I couldn't say.

But you are, aren't you?

Me?

How do you mean?

I mean, you don't intend to live your life in order to please other people's

expectations, do you?

No.

I suppose not.

All right, Susanna.

That's it.

Push. That's it. Push.

One more. One more.

You're done.

You have a boy, Susanna.

I'm just going to feel.

This next baby is upside down.

You can do this. No.

Yes. Yes, you can.

But on my count, you're going to push.

All right?

Three, two, one.

And push.

Susanna. What's wrong with the baby?

Let her take care of the baby, Susanna.

Come on.

Why can't I get the baby? Come on.

Come on.

No. Cleo.

Let me take our suspect.

Michael.

I'd lost my child.

and that Berne shouldn't be alive, Claire.

You didn't think you could save her?

I've seen that look on your face before.

The moment you realise there isn't anything more you can do.

I don't have any good explanation for how she lived.

At least not one that makes any sense.

Then tell me one that doesn't make sense.

I felt something.

Something I've felt before.

In Paris, after Faith was born.

After she died.

I was so ill.

I was dying, and I knew it.

But in that moment, well, I wanted to die.

Then Master Raymond came.

I was lying in the hospital burning with fever.

And he... He put his hands on me.

And I felt... Light.

A pale blue light.

I felt it spread outward from my bones, washing through me.

It was as if he... Burned the infection out of me with a giant hand.

And her body.

And I felt her heart beat again.

You are a brilliant healer, Claire.

I've witnessed it myself.

I've seen you bring people back from the brink of death before.

Is it different?

Do you see any... Anything blue?

No.

But I did see you try to save that wee bell.

I forget you were thinking of our faith.

I was too.

I must see any light.

If Master Raymond was able to do that for me,

maybe that's how he was able to bring Faith back.

Maybe that's what he wants forgiveness for.

For taking our daughter from us. Then why did he not tell you?

Why did he not return her to you after?

Probably couldn't.

I mean, the gendarmes were after him.

Well, then he was erected and the king banished him from France.

Can I say it's an easy thing to understand?

It never is with you, Sassenach.

Jamie, what color is my head?

All the colors of the earth.

Right.

Right here.

All around your face.

colour of moonlight.

Agree?

So, what's with the cairn?

In Scotland, we make cairns in memory of those we've lost.

To honour them.

I made one here for a man I loved very much.

My godfather.

I go there whenever I feel the need to speak with him.

I know Jane is buried far from here, but this cairn is hers now.

I wish I'd known her.

It would have been welcome to live with her here.

Whenever you're missing her, you can come and make a stone on top.

Speak to her, if you like.

Let her know you're thinking of her.

Honey, I love you, but...

This

is your home.

And Jane's home.

Thank you, Mr. Fraser.

Yes, yes.

Can I move?

Stephen?

What have you done?

I caught these two smuggling guns onto your property.

You're just in time to help me string them up.

As a warning to others, you will do no such thing.

You are a man.

Warming up right under your nose for too long. I get to make an example out of

it.

Well, I'm not.

Now, if you're not going to help, you can step aside.

Your eagerness to make an example of them has clouded your reason.

If you had any to begin with, you sent any knowledge of their purpose to

perdition, William.

I know these men.

Francis.

Would you just stay back?

This one is the horrible man from the trading post.

Oh.

Horrible man.

What have you got there?

I told you once before to let me handle my business myself.

I will not tell you again now.

Finally, find your way to the other side of the property line.

Do what you want.

But I'm keeping these guns.

Good day to you, Mr. Fraser.

Who's the captain?

Well, if you'll kindly wait a moment, I'll take you to him.

Mr. Fraser, to what do I owe the pleasure? It seems your son's friends

returned after all.

They were smuggling two crates of muskets onto the ridge.

I'm sure you are mistaken.

I'm not.

It's my guess they were on their way to see you.

Where are they now?

Buried in the woods with bullets in their chests.

Not by my hand. Just a bloodthirsty over -mountain bugger.

He was willing to part with their bodies, but not the muskets, those he

with him.

Oh, those poor boys.

They will have to write to their families.

This was on one of them.

A letter from your uncle, Eldon in Salisbury.

He told me you had acquaintances there, but no kin.

A .B.

Fraser, I, a subspecies of balsam fir which you may find on high ridges

throughout the backcountry, will give you good timber for building.

It is rather a dull letter, though some words stood out.

He speaks of his arms three times and mentions a new recruit to his firm.

Mr. Fraser. You see, I don't think this letter is about trees anymore. It is

about a man's arms.

This pistol is rather late.

Wide update on Fraser's Ridge.

Additional arms coming soon.

Progress is slow in Rowan County.

In need of new recruits.

Very impressive, Mr. Fraser.

And you are right.

That letter is not about trees.

I assume it is from my Commander Major Patrick Ferguson.

The commander.

I had indeed intended to retire, but God and his sovereign had other plans for

me.

Major Patrick Ferguson has been ordered by General Lord Cornwallis to exploit

the greatest untapped resource in this war.

The loyal Southerner.

He has put me in charge of finding such men in this stretch of the backcountry.

You are raising a loyalist militia on my land.

I am. You are surely mistaken. If you think I will allow it... You have been

gone a long time, Mr. Fraser.

You might be surprised to learn that most of your settlers' loyalty to their

king is stronger than that of their landlord.

I regret that I was dishonest with you, but given your history with the rebel

army, surely you can understand why.

Still...

Having got to know you a little, I do wonder if our politics are as different

you say they are.

Speak plainly.

Sir,

I can't guess your meaning.

We both wish to put this war behind us.

The quickest way for that to happen is the hate and the king's victory.

You're asking me to fight with you?

For the crew? If you wish to protect your land and all those who live on it.

If you wish to keep Fraser's Ridge, Fraser's Ridge, when this war is over,

it is perhaps the only choice to make.

Think about it, anyway.

I told you, Fraser.

It's coming.

The pieces are falling into place.

Just as I wrote, each day brings you closer to King's Mountain and closer to

your history.