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Previously. They mistook me for some
mythical creature named La

Dame Blanche. White witch.

We believe we are your grandparents.

Us. Family.

Your blood.

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 King's Mountain.

Frank says that James Fraser dives in
it.

Every detail.

High ground.

Steep approach.

The way the fighting will unfold.

Everything you wrote makes sense.

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

Time has come, Fraser.

Ferguson's on the march into North
Carolina. Gather your men.

You owe me, Fraser.

You said so yourself.

We play.

I guess.

I guess.

The song of a life that is gone, say,
could that last

be I?

Mary of souls, she sailed on a day over
the

sea to the sky.

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
mountains of gray.

All that was good, all that was fair,
all that was

me is gone.

Give me a song of a life that is gone.

Save for that last be I.

Marry a soul, she said.

Soon.

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, Clare Elizabeth
Beecham Fraser, all property and goods

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 2 ,000 acres of land from the land

grant known as Fraser's Ridge.

To my grandchildren, Jeremiah, Amanda,
David, Germain, Joan, Felicity, Henri

-Christian and Francis, I leave each the
sum of £100.

I also leave my books to be divided
among them under the supervision of

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 Marsley Jane McKimmy 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,

9th Earl of Eldmere, the three casks of
my special whisky, marked with

JFS, and my Bible. May he find succour
and wisdom in its pages.

Here we are.

We have a bit of time.

And each other.

We can pretend it's like any other
morning.

The sun is rising.

No, we won't be here to see it later.

It's set tonight like it always does.

Life on the ridge will go on without us.

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

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

Now then, goodbye.

I'll be hype on it, you think?

Yes.

Though they're still hard at work.

Yes.

I went down to see them last night.

in pollen to hold each other's feet.

Really, Dad?

Oh, I thought so the first time I saw
it, but I've seen it several times

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

dark. They need to find somewhere to lie
down until morning.

Normally you see single bees do it.

But you see the two of them.

Nine bean rows will I have there, and a
hive for the honeybee,

and live alone in the bee -loud glade.

I can't believe you remember that. It's
the only bit I remember.

That's what he wanted. Does he know?

To live a quiet life with only bees for
company.

I've lived longer than I thought I
would.

I've lived to see my grandchildren.

Our blessing everyone receives.

They are one of my greatest joys.

I'd be sorry if I wasn't alive to meet
William's wife or see his children

or see if Brie has my parents.

If I do make it to heaven, I'm sure
there must be some accommodation made

knowing how your family's getting on
without you.

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

In a ghost?

Might 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.

He glanced at us like a moment of
freedom.

I had to wonder if my parents

were keeping an eye on me.

After they died, I travelled around so
much with my uncle Lan.

I never really had a proper sense of
home.

I was hoped.

To be different from 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.

I never wanted something so much in the
world.

So I wanted that blue vase.

Did you buy it?

No.

Because the next morning...

I've seen that flourish.

Sassenach. Holding your feet.

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

Yes.

It will be.

I'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 Don needs you, but...

I'll think my way through it, if I have
to.

You've always found your way back to me.

You promised me that this time won't be
any different.

Because Jeremy, Mandy and Davey need
their father.

And I need my husband.

And I need all of you.

Just for them.

And for us.

A future worth fighting for.

Please be careful.

And please... Bring my doll home.

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 Grandad not
coming back. But you're still going.

I want to come with you.

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.

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're your family too.

I just found you and Grandad.

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 hear it, but
it's here in our heart.

We will always be together.

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

You're not alone.

You never will be.

No matter what happens.

Or where we are.

Shrub his back. I've read it enough,
Thames.

Leave it and the ridge in your hands,
Flath.

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,

we've 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.

Look on your face when you touch Jim,
Mandy, or Davey.

Now, when you're talking with Roger
Mack, in the evening, here, on this

the light of the moon in your eyes.

You don't like your mother in love.

That's all I mean.

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

I should see it in my eyes.

But I'll see it anyway.

This is far enough.

Good day to you.

I'd talk to you about the weather and
the like, but everyone will be waiting

me.

I

wanted

to ask you, if she comes to you,

Tell him I'm gone.

You're a feeder.

Take heed for her.

I trust you, we are.

I, uh, remember a bit more of that poem
now.

And I shall have some peace.

For peace comes dropping slow.

There it is.

King's Mount.

Wish we were back at the ridge.

Part of me wishes we were too.

I'm afraid of dying.

I'm afraid of not seeing my home again.

We will see the ridge again.

Ian, see to the man.

Must speak of Cleveland. Aye, I will.

Any word on Ferguson's militia?

The scouts have spotted them on the
mountain nearly a day's ride.

Taking the higher ground?

Ferguson wasn't wearing a coat. He had
on a red checkered shirt.

He was riding a white stallion.

You can tell him straight away.

He'd show up well amongst those damn
Provinces.

Old provincial, sir?

No. The other 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.

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 900

Patriots attacking him.

Forgive me.

For what?

My betraying you.

For becoming you.

And if you die?

When I was sitting on the porch before
we left.

Wee Davey in my arms.

Mandy came up the steps, covered in mud.

Carried a bone she'd found by the pond.

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?

Yeah.

You can how she and Jem can tell where
each other are without seeing each

Yes, and Brianna told me Mandy's
feedback from Jen had been taken by Rob

Cameron.

I wonder, can they hear other people
too?

I asked her.

She said they can.

Not everyone, just each other, the
parents, and you.

They can't hear you?

No.

She thinks I'm near, can't feel me at a
distance.

She says the gem feels red -tailed, but
I have, like, different colours

on my head.

What colour are you, then?

Colour of water.

Blue like the ocean and brown like the
creek.

Just water, she said.

You should ask Jem if that's what he
sees.

Aye. I will.

We'll see him again.

I die tomorrow.

There are three things of you.

I mean, three things I want. Will you
give them to me?

Within my power, you know I will.

I do.

Well then, when you can, find a priest.

Have a man to take from it.

Done.

Don't need to take so long.

I think the nearest priest is from
Maryland.

No, fine.

I'll grin and abide my time in
purgatory.

It's only a marriage.

I've been there before. It's not so bad.

Second thing?

The wee Davey.

The man that is like me.

The colour of water.

He's not like she and Gemma.

I think maybe it means he kind of passed
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 that he cannot 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.

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

Brianna would never leave her son and...

That's for me.

This is my home.

And if, God forbid, you are gone,

and I don't stay here,

but I can feel you all around me, my
life that we built.

Love you.

Remember me.

So no one will shoot you?

Not from the front anyway.

They'll help no one if you're dead.

You'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, Minister, 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.

So Colonel Campbell!

Look after her, Roger Mac.

I feel like the Lady of Shalott.

Forbidden to leave her tower.

Cursed.

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

I... Well...

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

We are.

Don't you try to fucking stop me.

I'm worried.

Can I help, Beth?

It's hard not to.

Do you think?

Yes.

Given how long they've been gone, I
think the final is most likely begun.

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

If that's... True, they went 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.

I call him a pack of dogs.

No!

Fire!

Roger?

Can you walk?

Go down the hill.

Back to the field hospital.

Sussner! I can't control it.

You're about to peel the doors.

You need to go.

You could have wounded.

Your surrender, sir.

I will never surrender.

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.

No. Jamie.

No. No.

You go.

I can't be.

It doesn't matter.

Never.

He's gone.

Come here.

Come here.

It breaks my heart to see it, but we've
lost him.

He just needs to rest.

He's just stressed.

It's time to bury him, Claire.

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

I'll pretend there's anything I can say
to make it better that's possible.

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

Let's take him home.

that was there give me the sun that show

give me the eyes give me the soul

give me the life that's gone

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

What are you thanking the Lord for? For
the sight of you, Sassanach.

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

There it is, Alibroch.

I'm pregnant.

I think you're an angel, Claire.

Do it all again.

Or fields to mountains high I'll

always be right here Across the sea and

sky I'll be here

The time for love is

always now

Just as your heart is always beating.

It's not a question, never a doubt.

What's mine is yours when you are
needing.

In times of pain, lost, alone.

My heart is here to call you home. I
know,

I know.

high I'll always be right here

across the sea and sky I'll stay

with you my dear up beautiful mountains

high

I'll be here

copy. Oh, is it really?

For my daughter. Oh, yes. And what is
her name?

Karen. Karen. Okay. For Karen. I can
spell that name. All right.

Miss Gabaldon, I noticed this journal at
your last signing.

May I ask what it is?

Well, it's just a wee bit of
inspiration.

Thank you so much. You're very welcome.