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Previously... God willing, I'll see you
soon.

I love you all.

I'm very sorry to tell you that Ben is
dead.

Ben.

There was a massacre.

Moe Hawkeeda chose Frank and led a raid
on a rebel town.

The Continentals retaliated.

I still own the Sisquahanna rivers.

Is that not where Shadow Lake lies? For
their former wife? We know her way.

Swift as the blizzards. I need to know
what happened to them. Foggy and I will

come with you.

There's a redcoat officer named
Ferguson.

I know about him.

Cunningham means to attack you and take
you to her.

Will he live? I think so, but he might
not be able to walk.

I didn't think you'd come.

We should talk.

And the devil, the devil appears.

Good morning, Captain.

I couldn't tell you what time of day it
is, but good it most certainly is not.

Fortunately for you, you've lived to see
another day.

I never doubted I would.

With or without your help, it's not my
time.

What's that awful smell?

Loss of bowel and bladder control to be
expected with your type of injury.

I need to get up.

What did you do to me?

I removed the musket ball from your
back.

But it had done quite a lot of damage.

I take it you still have no sensation in
your legs?

No.

I'll get some clean linen.

Bye, Charlie.

Tell me what must be done.

Have you seen anyone in this condition
before?

Yes.

It's extremely unlikely that you'll ever
walk again.

Never walk.

But you'll continue to have the youth of
your arms and upper body.

But beyond that, only time will tell.

It usually does.

And we rode as if there were devils at
our backs.

Managed to cut the men from the 96 off
right at the border of the ridge.

20 or so of them.

Skirmish broke out.

Nothing we couldn't handle, of course.

Was it Mr. Cleveland?

No. I don't like to brag.

But since dead men tell no tales... It's
all been killed.

You have nothing to fear from them any
longer, let's put it that way.

Take heart.

A bit of loyalist blood is good for the
soil.

It appears you took no pleasure
whatsoever in the fight.

Well, they're sporting it.

I won't lie.

I warned you to make an example out of
those gun -running sons of bitches.

Yeah, you did.

We heard you caught Cunningham.

Brought him here.

He's still alive.

For now.

Well, I hope you make the most of it.

Make a show of them, string them up, and
no one will ever cross you again.

I have it in hand, Mr. Cleveland.

Considering how you spoke to me when
last we met, I had half a mind to sit

and watch your dad go from the end of
the road.

But here we are.

You owe me, Mr. Fraser.

It's your own fault.

You knew his help would come with a
price.

You have my word.

Well, what do you have to say for
yourself then, Captain?

Where are my men?

They're alive.

What are you wondering?

Wait on me to decide their fate.

You had your wife save me so that you
could have the cruel pleasure of seeing

put to death.

Is that it?

Are you going to kill me?

Not sure I can kill you.

And you believe what I said?

That I will not go home to the Lord for
five more years.

No.

Sorry, my wife won't allow me to harm
you while you're still in her care.

And how long will that be?

Perhaps you should just have your
revenge now.

I'm not dead.

But I may as well be.

I'm not sure I can stand it.

Knowing the day is coming.

Unable to change my status.

I've always been able -bodied.

A soldier.

I imagined perhaps I would be slain in
battle.

But you have made your bed, Captain.

So now you must lie in it.

You will remain in my custody here until
I can determine a more appropriate fate

for you.

Be I Mary of

soul She sailed on a day Over the

sea to sky

I know this place.

This river.

Well, perhaps it is fair to say that
this place knows thee.

I can envision thee hunting, camping and
feasting here.

With the other men.

I killed my first Wolverine with a bow
and arrow.

Just a stone's throw from here.

I was born at Shadow Lake.

Born a second time.

I mean, died a death there, too.

He forgot to say married.

We'll stay here tonight.

I'll fly to prepare the camp.

I know they loved Emily.

Don't be afraid to speak of her,
especially in these circumstances.

She's beautiful.

You may say so.

She was beautiful.

Aye.

I think of her now and then.

Not often.

Why should you not think of her?

She was the mother of thy children.

A woman who shared thy bed, thy body.

And a good bit of thy soul, did she not?

Our souls weren't meant to be one.

The wonder of hers is deliberate.

I'm so sorry.

What does that mean?

But I love you.

I didn't mean to be here, but I have the
strongest feeling that here is where

I'm supposed to be.

Whom shall I then send me?

Jesus Christ, what is this?

It's hard to explain.

When Francis Marion refused to help with
the guns, I felt so defeated.

We've come all this way.

But when I looked around at the men, I
felt... I was overcome

with a sense of purpose, of

renewed conviction.

You couldn't leave them?

No, not like that.

Desperate and dying in a godforsaken
place. And I mean that.

In the truest sense of the word.

The gunfire.

The cannons.

It reminded me of going through the
stones, actually.

That fear of being torn apart.

Of something pulling at you.

Do you feel your skull will fly to me?
Don't, Roger, please. I don't want to

know how close you came to death.

My heart can't take it.

It's all right.

I need to tell you if that's okay.

Because it made me realize something.

I want to be ordained.

But you had so many doubts.

Aye, I know.

There was a loud blast near the end of
the battle.

Close to me, a cannon blast.

Sent me flying.

But I remember the sensation of falling
just for a split second as a

boy.

And being caught by my father.

It was the night my mother died.

I never understood how I got out alive.

We'd gone to shelter in the London
Underground and it was bombed.

But... She tossed me from the stairs as
they collapsed

and... He caught me.

I don't know how, but he was there.

I think... I think I saved my father
when I sent him through the stones and

saved me.

We were always a part of history, Brie.

Even if we didn't know it yet.

We didn't change God's plan.

We were always part of it.

So I know now.

I know.

That I've been called to do the Lord's
work.

Called to be here.

If you're certain, I think you are.

It sounds like a good plan to me.

And for Roger's sake, send me.

I deserve that, I suppose.

Bleeker.

Ralph Bleeker.

It's pronounced Rafe.

And it's General Bleeker to you, sir.

You're a damned coward.

You couldn't just change your coat and
be straight about it. No, you had to

pretend to be dead.

Kill your whole family with grief.

Think about it, Willie.

Which would my father prefer?

That I was dead?

That I'd join the Continental Army.

That would bloody kill him.

Or he'd kill you.

So, what was it?

Rank?

General? Bleaker?

Can't have been money.

Heard of a man called Thomas Paine?

He was a writer.

Was employed by His Majesty's Board of
Excise, but was...

dismissed and started thinking about
politics.

That's one person unemployed, I suppose.

I met him in a tavern in Philadelphia.

I thought he was interesting.

Intense, I suppose you'd say.

Then, when I was taken prisoner, I had
occasion to read his pamphlet.

It's called Common Sense, and it is
common sense, damn it.

I became convinced that the Americans
were in the right, and I couldn't in

conscience fight on the side of tyranny
any longer. You arrogant prick.

You've smeared your whole family with
excrement. That's why I changed my name

and had word sent that I died, for God's
sake.

You went so far as to have a grave
marked with my name, should anyone come

looking. For someone did.

I did, you bloody fool.

I dug up that grave in the middle of the
night.

And you weren't in it.

But now I wish to God you had been.

You're proving my point remarkably well,
William.

What about your wife?

She finds out.

You know, then.

So Uncle John did let her stay with him.

Well, look, it's... It's actually on
account of her that I, uh... What?

Tell me.

It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

I don't believe you.

She wanted me to do it.

Not just for her or my father's sake,
but for Trevor's.

Your beautiful wife.

How in God's name could you leave
Amaranthus?

That's not your damn business.

Why are you so concerned with my wife,
anyway?

What in hell have you to do with her?

You ought to know what I've had to do
with her.

Who do you think has been consoling her?

Comforting her in her grief?

Traitor in our midst.

Take him to the guardhouse.

There you go.

My friend.

You heard what happened.

That's why I've come.

To go to the village.

To learn the fate of a young Hawaiian
girl.

And her children.

Do not go there.

Nothing left but ashes.

I'm sorry.

My own village burned to the ground as
well.

The people?

Were they able to flee?

Some.

Our scouts learned of the impending
attack.

Cahaylatun, among others, were out to
meet the Continentals.

They perished.

But their brave sacrifice allowed time
for others in the villages to escape.

Though not all.

And were you on her way with her
children?

I do not know.

But there is someone who may be able to
tell you.

Can you think of anything I've left out?

No, I think that's enough.

Would you really shoot them if they came
back?

This man betrayed me.

Hunted me like a wild animal across my
own land.

For the sake of what they call home
safety.

They come within my sight of my land
again. I will kill them.

I don't think they'd be foolish enough
to try anything again.

Many of our tenants are still deciding
which way they'll go.

And they'll be watching me to see.

Am I weak?

Will I fall?

What about the women?

And their children?

They shouldn't be punished for their
husband's transgressions.

What would they do without their homes
and their land?

Where would they go?

A good husband would have thought of
that.

And a wise one would have listened to
his wife.

You can't be sure that they did know
about it.

It's because you consult with your wife.

Bell, book and candle.

Ring the bell, close the book, quench
the candle.

The right of excommunication and
anathema, Sassenach.

That is what I've done.

as you have each and all conspired and
acted to attack and arrest me with the

desired end of causing my death the
contract of tenancy signed between us is

of this date rendered null and void in
its entirety

by such actions as you have undertaken

you have broken my trust and betrayed
your sworn word therefore you are each

all hereby evicted from the land you
presently occupy, dispossessed of your

title to dead land, and are required to
depart with your families from Fraser's

Ridge within the space of ten days.

If you seek to return to Fraser's Ridge,
you'll be shot on sight.

Mr. Crombie.

Something for him.

A letter.

Is that all, sir? I can get some if
you'd like. Here's me here.

Hi, Ram.

Hiya.

I regret what happened at lodge.

Is that supposed to be an apology, Mr
Crombie?

I did what I thought I had to.

I didn't act against you personally.

Why?

Captain Cunningham had convinced me it's
impossible to fight the King's army and

prevail. It is folly to side with the
Continentals, and I'm not the only one

think so.

Does the opinion of your settlers mean
so little to you? As if they tried to

stab me in the back.

I was only trying to protect my family.
As am I, Mr. Crombie.

So? I'm sure you'll understand when I
tell you.

You are no longer welcome here.

The Beardleys will be taking over the
trading post.

I stipulated you have ten days to...

Gather your things and go.

If you'll kindly wait here, the master
will be with you shortly.

I thank thee.

A beautiful home.

He was right. He must have a foot in
both worlds.

More than a foot, I think.

Joseph Brand has been to London and had
an audience with King George.

There you go.

Thank you for receiving us.

I thank you also, friend Tyondoneka. We
are grateful for thy time.

You are a Quaker.

I am.

Oh, and therefore a peace talker?

No, but we do come in peace.

This is my wife, Catherine.

You're welcome.

Not a friend yourself then, Mr. Murray?

Friendly. When last we met, you were
with the Continentals.

Is that still the case?

Aye.

Hey, thank goodness.

A rare treat after a long journey.

When I read of the attack on Shadow
Lake, I had to come.

I need to know what happened to the
people of my clan.

You forfeited the right to that
knowledge when you left and joined the

I didn't leave the Mohawk to join the
rebel cause.

I was told to leave.

I didn't want to go at all.

That doesn't matter.

I can't go on without knowing whether we
are away and our children live.

And what does your current wife?

Have to say about that.

The spirit has moved him to look for
them.

If they are dead, then tell me, so that
I may mourn. Need I

remind you that it was in fact the
Continental Army who burned the village?

Aye.

In retaliation for the brutal massacre
at Cherry Valley.

Which you participated in. If the
Continentals hadn't launched an assault

Iroquois village of Onquaga in the first
place, I would never have had to... All

who take the sword shall perish by it.

War is an endless perpetuation of
violence.

How different things might be if we
women were at the helm.

It is a wise man indeed who listens to
his wife.

Particularly when he has had two of
them.

And both are still living.

Where is she?

I must see her.

You are a guest here and in no position
to make demands.

Perhaps, Mr. Maria, to consider how his
wives might feel about this.

Mahion Howay is here.

She's here?

Her children, too.

Many of the dispossessed are sheltering
with us before we journey north.

It is a shame that you will not see
them.

I respectfully ask that you leave.

Mrs Crombie?

Might I speak with you, Mr Fraser?

It appears I have little choice in the
matter.

We have come to beg thy mercy, Laird.

Not for ourselves, but for our brains.

Get up. For God's sake.

Your husbands put you up to this?

Our husbands forbade us to come.

Said they'd beat us if we stood a foot
out a door.

But we've only stand for it.

They sacrificed us and the Bairns for
the sake of their stubborn pride.

So we came anyway.

Our husbands are fools and cowards.

And they'll pay the price for their
foolishness.

They came where they were risking when
they cast their lots for Cunningham.

That's a risk they should never have
taken.

I put them out for good cause.

I understand why you banished them.

And we can even better the kindness
you've always shown our families.

You repaid my kindness by betraying me.

Our husbands acted without our
knowledge.

Treat us as well.

Sorry for you.

Don't send us away.

We'll do anything.

Whatever you ask of us.

We'll swear an oath that our husbands
will never raise hands nor voice against

you in any matter.

exactly do you mean to guarantee the
good behaviour?

I suppose your wife could answer that
for you, Mr Fraser.

We have our ways.

If they refuse to conduct themselves in
a manner befitting honourable men,

surely you can imagine what a wife might
do to a husband who's taken the room

over her and her children's heads.

Said what I said.

I will not go back.

Cannot honour a Tennessee contract made
with a man who would have seen me

hanged.

Then it is with heavy hearts and deep
sorrow that we will go.

May God bless you and your family, sir.

Sorry, Rachel.

I can see now that all of this has
brought you pain.

It's too much to ask.

No.

We're now old as well.

It is now.

I can see it on your face.

I didn't think I'd feel this way.

Heaven knows I tried to put aside my
feelings.

I'm a godly woman, after all.

Though they often put me on a pedestal,
I am, in fact, still an ordinary woman,

flesh and blood.

It would never hurt you.

But would you have left her?

What do you mean?

I have you.

You are everything to me.

But would they have left her all those
years ago if they had had any choice in

the matter?

And it is as I thought.

That they would be with her still.

Rachel... I know it is irrational.

No one has ever been rational.

I prayed that we on our way would be
alive.

Not only because I wish her no harm, but
selfishly.

Because ghosts have a way of inserting
themselves where they are not wanted.

And a living, breathing wife who is
reappearing would surely take up much

room than any ghost.

I don't need to see them.

It is enough for me to know that they
are alive.

We'll go home.

Physician, it's you.

How did they do this morning?

I've done better.

Well, I'm afraid to say that their
condition is somewhat alarming to me.

Take off thy breeches and bend over the
bench, please.

I beg your pardon?

I mean to begin by giving thee a clyster
to settle thy humours.

Must you?

My arse is the only uninjured part of
me.

Ask me.

No, cold water is not the best medium
for the purpose.

Private Chesley, will you fetch me a
bucket of warm water, please?

Very well, sir.

I suppose you're safe in here with him,
sir?

Maybe it's best you step out here while
I fetch the water, sir. No, there is no

danger. His injuries have weakened him.

However, I'm particularly concerned
about some of his symptoms.

The sooner I can perform this noble act
to purge his backside and cleanse his

bowels, then I... I see.

Very good, sir.

She didn't knock the door.

Should I make a run for it? No.

They wouldn't get far.

Fear not.

I will insist that they have signs of
smallpox and will subsequently escort

to the quarantine at the edge of camp,
where I think they might die as a result

of thine illness, sadly.

And I'll be sorry to see thee go.

Fine physician you are.

Oh, well.

One less mouth to feed.

I do hope I'll see you again on the
other side of all this.

So do I.

Only Christian.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

Ah.

It's your wee friend.

Papa Deacon and wee Pierre.

Papa says there's only room for one frog
in the house. So I'm building him a new

home, fixed for a king.

But Papa says we don't like those
either.

And is your papa home?

He is indeed.

I have something for you.

It seems to have made its way here from
your...

Comrades in arms, stand.

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He still has reservations about Jamie.

But after your actions in battle, none
whatsoever about you.

Didn't it help you?

Says he still needs a few days to
arrange it, but... He'll get the guns we

Bold of you to return, I must admit.

I do not feel bold.

I feel afraid.

Why?

Because I must beg.

that they allow Ian to see Ray on our
way.

He must.

And you are afraid of this because you
do not trust him.

I cannot say whether it is him I do not
trust or myself.

But that is what I shall find out.

I have burned with the jealousy I did
not know I was capable of.

But I do not wish to be consumed by it.

I fear Ian's love will be on her way.

And hurt for him.

If we were both standing before him now,
and each of us in peril,

whose aid would he come to first?

But I cannot prevent him from seeing
her.

And more importantly, his son, by her.

They have a son together?

No one else knows.

And I know Ian wishes to keep it that
way, for we are on our way thick.

How he can see why we have travelled so
very far.

How can I stand between him and his
child?

I risk losing Ian, perhaps.

But it is a risk I must take.

If I am to stay true to myself, and the
woman he fell in love with.

They will revoke the letter of
management.

But the contracts?

I made with you, gentlemen, as tenants,
remain void. What? From here on, I will

address your wives.

Kindly step forward, please, ladies.

Husbands will swear their fealty to me
and turn in their weapons.

All of them. How will we hunt?

Where will we get our meat? As I told
you, Mr. Crombie, the Beardleys will

charge of the trading post.

Your wives can purchase meat from there.

No one is forcing you to stay here.

Please,

Mr. Fraser, continue with what you are
saying.

I will not have men on my land that may
plot against me.

But I will write new contracts between
myself.

And each of you ladies for the tenancy
of the land.

Mind, this means each of you are
responsible for the rent and other terms

contract.

If you want to accept your husband's
advice and help, all well and good.

But the land is yours, not his.

And if he proves false, either to you or
to me...

He will answer for it to me, even unto
death.

We agree, Mr. Fraser, and accept your
terms.

Thank you.

For your kind forbearance, we are so
very grateful. Thank you.

You did the right thing.

I hope so.

Likely nurturing a brood of vipers.

It does lighten the weight on my heart.

It did.

And now you know that the women will be
watching their husbands like hawks.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall
obtain mercy.

Seriously.

I'm glad to hear you're so filled with
charity.

I hope they're not exhausted just off
the day.

Evidently, I have an endless thought of
it.

So, what is it you want?

Charles can no longer remain here
without supporters.

And at your mercy, I must ask that you
let me take him home.

He's my prisoner.

And he is my son.

Forgive me, Mrs Cunningham.

You're an older woman.

What if something should happen?

What if you should die on the way to
wherever it is you want to take him?

I will leave that to God.

I trust in him as considerable.

Where is it you plan on taking him?

I want to take him home.

To England.

Charles is all I have left.

And if I am to spend the final years of
his life...

My life, wiping his bottom and changing
his sheets.

And I'd like to do it in a place that,
well, that's at least

known to me.

Please, don't make me beg.

But if I have to, I will.

I would do anything for my child,
wouldn't you?

White flowers.

For Pete.

Thank you for this.

That must be her.

You'd be sure that we'd not prefer a
moment alone with Emily first.

I want you and the wee man both with me.

If you have everything you need, we'll
leave you to it.

Perhaps you do not know me anymore.

Am I a stranger to you?

A stranger I think I know.

Sisters? Rachel.

My wife.

And my wee son.

Segal.

I'm pleased to meet thee.

Ian has told me many good things about
thee, my daughter, and, of course, thy

beautiful son.

Health and happiness to you.

Do you still know me?

I am changed by sorrows.

When you're away, I'm so glad you're
alive.

I'm sorry about Gaelod.

He was a good man.

What if there was something I could do?

There is something.

Anything.

Tayo Ndenega says the war will be over
soon.

But his wife's eyes say he does not
believe it.

And I had a terrible dream about it.

More than once.

But I prayed.

I prayed and now you are here.

In my dream, our son...

He is captured by soldiers.

They are cruel.

They beat him.

And they force him to fight in battle
and he is killed.

Will you take him to live with you?

He will be safe by your side. You can
protect him from harm.

Take him home with us.

If your wife will have him at her fire?

Your horse will take him, if he is
certain.

Meow.

Where's the baby?

What is your name?

I've no got a real name.

Call him Augie, till his proper name
comes.

This dog is yours, my brother.

One of the many grandsons of your wolf.

This is Rolo's grandson.

Do you remember me?

Very glad to see you.

Be safe, love.

Good week at all.

Yes. It is only my precious boy in this
dream.

You will

always

be my son.

I'm honored that he will be mine as
well.

I'll certainly feed him at my hearth all
he wants ever.

I will love him as my own.

How?

You named my son for me.

Let me do the same for yours.

His name is Hunter.

He must be led by the spirit.

That name is meaningful to me in more
ways than one.

He'll win.

I love you always.

Love me too.

Forever.

In spite of everything?

If I'm going to spend the rest of my
life with D, I have to believe that D

me as much as I love D.

And our children.

In another lifetime, perhaps, you and I
might have been great friends.

But as it is, I must say farewell.

Keep your friends close and your enemies
closer.

How very wise.

I can't help but ask, which was I?

I counted you as a friend, Elspeth.

Goodbye, Cleo.

Doesn't that mean our troubles have gone
away, Sasrach?

Cunningham may be gone, but Major
Ferguson is not.