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♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

Time is marked and measured in different ways.

You don't see any changes, do you, Sassenach?

No.

You're still you.

The colors of our lives were changing.

You are...

I love you, too.

- We're going to call her Felicity. - Oh.

- Josiah, the hunter. - That's Keziah... my brother.

Sure I'm boring you. Miss...

Lizzie.

Is time God's eternal web?

Huh.

It's broken!

He can travel.

The mildest touch setting off vibrations that echo through the eons.

What are you?

I come from another time.

Willing events to happen, bringing the future forward.

I change the future every time I save a person's life here.

So time, space, history be damned.

There are things that someone might be able to change?

Something between a man and his wife?

Wherever you are, you make choices.

It is evident that the mood

in the American Colonies grows darker by the day.

I feel a storm coming.

Ye are blood of my blood,

bone of my bone.

Foolish ones.

In another lifetime, you and I might have had more time.

Or ones that save yourself for someone else.

Don't be afraid, a bhalaich.

It doesn't hurt a bit to die.

I've paid my debt.

And I'm finished with my obligation to you and to the Crown.

You may have your coat back, sir.

All you can hope for...

Now, we have taken it upon ourselves to form a Committee of Safety.

...is that the good will outweigh the harm that may come of it.

What's the meaning of this?

Marsali!

Maman won't wake up.

- She's breathing! - Claire!

The still. That was you.

Well, aren't you the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?

Who's next for a go at the hedge whore?

You are alive. You are whole.

Kill them all.

Give anything enough time and everything is taken care of.

I will watch you burn in hell

before I let you harm another soul in this house.

All pain encompassed,

all hardship erased,

all loss subsumed.

- I brought you your brother. - Lionel...

he reaped what he sowed. And you did what you must.

As will I... when the time comes.

And if time is anything akin to God,

I suppose that memory...

...must be the devil.

Here we are,

my Protestant friends.

We'll feast and be merry tonight.

If the Lord provides for the lowliest sparrow,

what will He not do for us?

See? I warned ye about that sermonizing bastard.

Aye. Now that you're here with us, perhaps you can reason with him.

- Why would he listen to me? - 'Cause ye're Mac Dubh.

If anyone can put him in his place, it's you.

- Carry on. - You canna let him away with it.

My faithful subjects, how can we bear this injustice?

We must have provisions

if we are to travel on to Culloden to face the British Army.

Got to keep our strength up!

- Will someone shut that old fool up? - Leave him alone. He's harmless.

Dinna fear, your Royal Highness, I'll fetch one for ye.

Thank you, young James. Most gracious.

Of course, Sire.

Rise at once!

A true and loyal soldier bows to his future king.

His Bonnie Prince.

- You old fool. Get up, James. - Hear, hear!

You're a soldier in the army of the Lord.

Even if you're a damn Papist,

- we're all prisoners here. - Your Majesty!

But you Catholics...

Here we go.

Accept that Scotland's fate lies in the hands of a Protestant king.

You bunch of heathens! Why should they get the rabbits?

Stop! No!

Get back! Now!

What is keeping you from eating, Mr. Christie?

I'm certain it isn't a lack of appetite.

Perhaps you think it impertinent of me

not to have asked our fellow here to dine with us?

Of course not, sir.

- He's no different from the rest of them. - I have done nothing

and have no wish to be here, sir.

Good. With respect, I don't want to have to see or hear of you

more than is strictly necessary.

The feeling is mutual, Governor.

But when I hear reports of a "James" bowing in homage to...

Not this James, sir. It was the young lad, James McCready.

Ha!

Yes, I shouldn't have thought the infamous Red Jamie would do such a thing.

But you must be wondering why I requested your presence here, Mr. Fraser?

Please, sit.

As I said, I've done nothing.

I wanted to introduce myself

and to remind you both of the civility that I expect.

That which is preventing Mr. Christie here from taking the first bite,

the knowledge that I am your superior.

I cannot have prisoners rioting or bowing to one another like lairds.

It's a flagrant disrespect for rank and order.

An insult to His Majesty's Army and to me.

If I may, Governor...

- Old Charlie is not of sound mind... - And I believe myself to be above

consorting with madmen or degenerate prisoners!

There is nothing stopping me from doing as I wish,

not even the thin veil of courtesy between us.

You are educated, Mr. Christie, a man I can reason with.

I know the men respect you as a soldier.

We were both on Culloden Moor that day.

And now we're here, making the best of things.

But my Captain tells me your arrival here has, uh, excited the men.

Do nothing to further aggravate them.

Well, then...

how shall the men be punished for their behavior? Hmm?

I believe they must be taught a lesson, Governor.

Another day of hard labor. Tomorrow.

For all but the two of you. Consider it a welcome, Mr. Fraser.

The guards will escort you back.

Come.

Come.

Sorry, I didn't mean to... I have slowly been losing my sight.

- What are you doing? - I'm looking for a lock of hair.

It fell out when the guards found this. My Rebecca gave it to me.

Probably long gone, lad.

I'm forgetting her face.

Is that what you did?

I heard the men say yer wife was gone and...

Mr. Christie tells me to put my mind on God instead.

D'ye think it's all been for nothing, what we've been through?

If there's a chance she's waiting for ye,

then, no.

What we have known, some never will.

'Tisna just or fair, but it's eternal.

And it's ours.

If she loves you as you love her, she's always with ye, lad.

Bring her to mind, she'll come.

This wall, it will shelter us from the traitors

when we face them on the battlefield.

Depends who ye think the traitors are, Charlie.

What's wrong with you? Why are you helping?

You heard what the Governor said.

I'm doing what I can to get us out of here,

so I can serve my time in peace.

And if you had a soul worth a damn, since you keep preachin' to us about 'em,

you'd do the same.

Him? Lend a hand to help a lowly Jacobite?

He'd rather see ye fall at his feet, and spit at you while ye're down there.

- Don't tempt me. - Doesna matter.

Ye will not break our spirits, Christie.

Once a Jacobite, forever a Jacobite, eh, Mac Dubh?

♪ Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar Sayin' Charlie meet me an' ye daur ♪

♪ I'll learn ye the airt o' war If ye'll meet me in the mornin' ♪

♪ Hey, Johnnie Cope Are ye wauking yet? ♪

I bet ye dinna ken the words for this one.

You'll all be damned!

♪ I wad wait to gang To the coals i' the mornin' ♪

Get these men in line, Christie!

Silence! For the love of God!

♪ Folloe me, ma merry men Ima meet Johnnie Cope i' the mornin' ♪

"The Lord is my strength and my song. He is become my salvation.

And I will exalt him!"

Come on!

For the love of God, stop!

Good God! Stop!

Enough!

He's dead.

A wee bit o' tartan for your journey onwards, my dear boy.

And where did this come from, you riotous scum?

You know it's forbidden! Outlawed!

If my superiors caught wind of this...

Was it the boy's?

I can't punish him, can I? He's already dead.

One of you had better speak up,

or I'll flog the lot of you myself.

It's mine.

It's my tartan.

That wasn't justice.

Was it not?

Get up! Time to go!

James McCready has died.

No one will be working today.

Christie said you'd be a troublemaker.

And here we are.

I have no quarrel with him, though he appears to have one with me.

Naturally. You being a Jacobite, and him being

a more decent sort.

All I want is to be left alone.

To serve my time.

- Then why do you defy my orders? - A life was lost.

The men here are divided.

The whole of Scotland's been torn apart by this rebellion.

Some here follow Christie

because he told them if they change their beliefs,

they will not feel afraid.

But the fear is still there.

They need food and medicine.

And they also need some peace.

I think you want the same thing as me.

To fulfill your duty, move on to greener pastures.

I saw you and Christie,

your greeting.

Make me a Freemason.

Why?

Have you no regard for your Pope?

You'd be excommunicated.

The Pope isn't here with me and my men.

Any man can be a Mason,

so long as he believes in a Supreme Being

as I do.

But why do you want this?

The men...

They will listen to me.

We'll have no more of this senseless fighting.

Catholics versus Protestants.

We may not be stonemasons,

but we are, all of us, Scots.

From now on, this prison will be a lodge,

and we will be Freemasons,

united by our belief in the Great Architect of the Universe.

But any talk of politics or religion is forbidden.

Who will join me?

Fraser!

The Governor will see you for luncheon now.

Go on, Mac Dubh. Maybe we'll have things a bit better.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lad ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ He sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

Claire!

Claire?

Claire? Hey, Claire, wake up. Claire!

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Jamie.

You scared me.

I find you here, barely breathing, thinking you've gone

to meet Christ Himself, and I'm the one scaring you?

Huh.

I'm all right.

Better than all right, actually.

It worked!

I was only out for three to four minutes.

What the devil are ye talking about?

I don't have to rely on whisky or laudanum anymore.

- Something to confess, Sassenach? - Yes.

I've recreated anesthetic. Well, it's called ether.

- And it sent you to sleep? - Something deeper than sleep.

- What does that feel like? - That's the beauty of it.

You don't feel a thing.

Is it safe?

Safer than dying in agony of a ruptured appendix.

With ether, I could operate on a patient and they wouldn't feel a thing.

- Not until... - Until they wake up? Hmm.

No, it doesn't sound very good to me, Sassenach.

No? It's bloody marvelous...

It would be a shame not to feel anything.

This isn't standard treatment for all my patients.

I hope not.

And shame we can't put everyone to sleep for a hundred years but the two of us.

- Stop time. Wouldn't that be lovely? - Hmm.

Wait for this war to be over.

Forget about the Browns and their Committee of Safety. Keep to ourselves.

- Could we do that? - Hmm.

Major MacDonald has asked me to be an Indian agent,

to act as a representative for the Crown,

the Cherokee hereabouts

and to "Improve relations with our Indian neighbors."

They want you to convince them to keep fighting for the King.

Hmm.

New governor, same thumb.

- I'll tell him "No." - Good.

I'd best go and look in on Marsali.

I am all right, you know?

Aye. I ken. It's...

I take pleasure in the sight of you is all.

You've been like my shadow ever since...

Are you going to accompany me on every home visit from now to kingdom come?

Long after that, Sassenach.

I swear Mrs. Bug has a knack for hiding parcels.

Right then, tea or coffee?

- Whatever you can find, I guess. - Ah.

Imagine how many good cuppas are going to be tossed into that bloody harbor.

Hey, whose side are you on?

Don't forget, your mother and I were both on the losing side.

Oh, you know, I haven't forgotten.

But now that you're here, I mean, you're obviously a patriot, right?

Well, of course.

If America doesn't become America, who knows what that world would look like?

Hmm.

World War I, World War Il. I mean, they played...

It's really starting to hit me. The clock is ticking.

I know.

What can we do?

There we go. Up... ...and away with granddad.

Wee explorers, are you ready to go wherever the wind takes us?

Germain, hold on to your sister.

- Fergus away at the still? - Aye.

Canna seem to keep him away. He wants it back as it was.

He'll have to be patient.

Like all things, good whisky takes time.

So has the baby been moving much these last few days?

No. Not as much as it was. But they don't really, do they?

Not when they're nearly ready?

I mean, Joanie lay there like the dea... Like a millstone,

I mean, the night before the waters broke.

They often do that. Rest up before their grand entrance.

I have just... I've been clumsy of late. Wee bit tired is all...

Have you been having any pain in your belly or any bleeding at all?

No.

Well...

We best keep a careful eye on you at this late stage.

Make sure Fergus looks after you, when he's at home.

You shouldn't be running around after the little ones

and doing the housework as well.

Can I help you?

Good day. And who might you be?

I might ask you the same thing, since you knocked the door.

I was given to understand that this is Fraser's Ridge, so...

I'm Roger MacKenzie. I'm Mr. Fraser's son-in-law.

Might I speak with Mr. Fraser then?

I'm afraid he and his wife are out at present.

Please, come in.

Perhaps I can be of service to you, Mr...

Thomas Christie.

Yes. Perhaps you may, Mr. MacKenzie.

I was told that Mr. Fraser might be in a position

to put something suitable my way.

I found it in the ba...

Uh, this is Brianna MacKenzie, my wife.

- Brianna, this is Mr. Christie. - Nice to meet you.

Uh, my son and daughter have come with me too. And a few others,

fisherfolk from the old country. I've left them a few miles up the river,

so that I could speak with Mr. Fraser first.

They, uh...

They have nowhere to go, but...

I did.

Oh, you know my father from Ardsmuir?

I do.

There are some faces I'm sure you'll recognize.

Ronnie Sinclair, the Lindsay brothers. A while since you've seen them, I imagine.

Mmm.

I hope it isn't an inconvenience.

Nonsense. No, delighted to have you and glad to help.

Any friend of Mr. Fraser's is welcome.

Welcome to the Ridge.

Thank you.

You must be hungry. I'll make you some food while we wait for my parents.

Please.

Thank you.

So you'll have been indentured after prison, I take it.

As a schoolmaster. My, uh, employer died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's not pity I want, sir. - No, of course not.

I'm something of a schoolmaster myself.

Or was, once upon a time.

Is there a schoolhouse on the Ridge?

No, not yet. But we do intend to build one.

For now, I've been teaching my wee lad his letters.

As long as there's a church.

A man must surely build a house for God before building a home for himself.

Aye, well, we don't have a church yet either,

but that sounds like something my father would have said.

He was a minister.

Of course he was Presbyterian. My side of the family is Protestant.

I am not Catholic.

There were some of us at Ardsmuir who

merely wanted Scotland's interests best served, rather than the Pope's.

The wee ones were asking all sorts of questions.

And I have to say, Sassenach,

I was not sure how to explain that it isnae the stork

who'll be bringing the new bairn.

We're back. We saw Marsali.

There's a face I never thought I'd see again. Tom Christie.

James Fraser.

I stand before you in humble gratitude.

With Mr. Christie being an Ardsmuir man, I assumed that...

Well, I welcomed him right away.

Of course. Good to see you, Tom.

To stay, that is. To settle here.

Your daughter was kind enough to offer me a bite to eat.

Good.

This is my wife, Claire Fraser.

Do you have enough supplies for all the newcomers?

I hope so.

Opening a bar?

I am distilling ether for anesthetic.

- Hmm. Pretty radical. - I prefer the term "revolutionary."

A lot of folk will be using that term soon enough.

Revolution of hearts and minds.

Hmm. Isn't that true?

I'm so glad you didn't lose your heart and your spirit.

And I hope that you are taking care of yourself.

I'm fine, darling.

There was a time when someone asked me, I'd say "I'm fine" too.

What have you been doing lately? Have you been working on anything new?

Not really. I have some designs, but...

But what? You have designs on paper, well and good,

but not if they remain there.

- I mean... - What?

It's just... Momma, with what happened to you...

Bree, you can't live your life afraid of being who you are.

I know. But I don't want the folk on the Ridge to be afraid of my ideas.

Well, they might be. But you can't worry about that.

We're just trying to make their lives better, using our knowledge as a gift.

And some will appreciate your inventions, some won't.

I'll tell you what, if anyone makes a fuss, we'll just remind them

that the Romans used to have plumbing and underfloor heating.

Underfloor heating? Well, I'm still at the water wheel stage, so...

Come on, let's go see if we can help these fisherfolk.

We were starting to worry, Father.

This is my daughter, Malva, and my son, Allan.

We need no introduction to you, Mr. Fraser, having heard so much...

A pleasure, sir, to meet such an old friend of my father's.

Thank you. The pleasure is mine.

- This is my wife, Claire Fraser. - Delighted to meet you both.

We brought you some food.

Aye. Perhaps you might help unload the wagon there for Mr. Fraser, Allan?

Yes, Father.

Miss Christie, could you take me to anyone who's injured or unwell?

I'm a healer.

Yes, Mistress.

Aye.

All this land... Impressive.

Aye, we're fortunate.

Though we've faced our share of hardships.

Oh.

More than fortune, I think.

Seems the Great Architect of the Universe has seen fit

to put some blessings your way.

Perhaps you can have my share of the blessings, Tom,

and I can have some peace and quiet. My wife would certainly thank you for it.

Given everything that passed between you and Tom at Ardsmuir,

do you really think the Ridge is the best place for him to settle?

When I sent out word to all Ardsmuir men,

I couldn't very well say all of them but one.

Well, we'll need more food to keep them going.

Some spare clothes, anything else we have, really.

A lot of mend and make do... But we're good at that.

Aye.

I think Tom received word his wife had died, while we were at Ardsmuir.

But you,

you were there with me, in the prison.

I saw you.

It's what got me through it.

You were always with me.

Sometimes,

I think you're an angel, Claire.

Would an angel...

do this?

Or this?

How about...

this?

Maybe I've died...

gone to Heaven.

Morning, darling. How did you get on with the phosphorus Lord John sent?

I might have to steal some.

- Mistress Fraser? - Malva. I was expecting Brianna.

Lucifer.

Phosphorus. Greek for light-bringer or Lucifer in Latin.

Da taught me what he knows. Knows all about the devil too.

We're lucky to have such educated people joining us on the Ridge.

Mr. Fraser knows Greek and Latin too.

But what did you mean by it? What's it for?

It's an ingredient of sorts.

But your, um, father was a schoolmaster.

Did he ever teach you any science?

He prefers theology, history, some natural history, grammar...

Hm.

The name "Lucifer" brings to mind the burning fires of Hell.

Are you going to use the phosphorus to light a fire?

We'll see. But I shouldn't keep you. Do you need something?

Oh, yes.

Do you have a loaf of bread? My father wants it. For the congregation.

If it's bread you're after, Miss Christie, I have some right here, freshly baked.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bug. - Thank you, Mistress Fraser.

You have my answer, Major MacDonald.

You're certain it's the one I should convey to Governor Martin? Hmm?

"I regret to inform your Excellency that

Colonel Fraser of Rowan County has refused to..."

"Has respectfully declined." And I'm no longer Colonel.

"Has refused to accept a position,

as Indian agent in the service of the Crown,

and therefore to maintain peace and prosperity in the Province

by entering into talks and trading with the Indians."

As for peace, it's the only thing I want.

Then I hope you'll change your mind. For the sake of peace.

My mind is made up, Major.

War is an expensive business.

Governor Tryon said he'd defer payment of the tax on your land.

Governor Martin owes you no such courtesy.

If the Governor requires taxes, we will pay our fair share.

Our settlers have worked hard. We've new settlers arrived this week.

Today we begin building their cabins.

But ye're welcome to stay the night in our guest chamber.

Your men may quarter in the stables.

That's kind, but I must take my leave of you. I've business in Brownsville.

Ah, don't look too relieved. I'll stop by again on my way back,

in case you have a change of heart.

Praise be to God.

Malva.

Let us pray.

Jesus fed the five-thousand with fishes and loaves,

but our own miracle is in coming here,

finding a home.

Doing what we can to help. In return, we will build them a school,

build them a church.

Show them what pious men and women of faith can do.

A church, you say.

Sorry we missed your sermon.

I was only giving a word of thanks before we begin our day.

It's what we do.

There's much to do. Has anyone here built a cabin before?

Well then, Mr. Christie, maybe I should explain how we do things here.

I'll catch up with you.

Um, shouldn't you be at home resting?

Where are the little ones?

Lizzie took them for a walk to tire them out

and I didn't want to be by myself.

Are you a widow as well?

No.

Uh... No. My husband... He looks after the still.

It burnt down, we rebuilt it, and then, he obviously, he's been trying to...

Forgive me.

It's been so hard with the bairns and when I heard you say you were alone...

Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.

It's bloody awful, that one.

Her husband died a month ago on the ship over.

Left with two young bairns.

Keep thinking about you in her place.

I wish there was something we could do.

I could see if any of Jem's old clothes might fit the kids?

It's not much, but it's a start.

That's a good idea.

Let's have a think, there may be something more we can do as well.

Yeah.

Fergus.

Better to be late than never.

Yeah. You seem cheerful.

- Been trying new whisky? - Working. At the still.

Hmm. Well, don't work too hard.

Maybe spend a bit more time at home, eh, lad?

Aye.

You're a good shot with that thing.

But I'd prefer to stick with my trusty rifle.

The Mohawk taught you?

Aye. Dinna have to worry about running out of gunpowder.

I don't have to worry too much about that.

I have this.

The carvings... Where did you get it?

I made it myself.

Did your father teach you how to shoot?

No.

No, he'd say, "Son, lay down thy weapons...

and take up the shield of faith.

Wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked."

Is this one of the fiery darts?

I imagine he wouldnae approve of some of my customs.

You ought to be careful, son.

Almost mistook you for an Indian,

one who's huntin' on the wrong side of the treaty line.

- Ye ken very well who I am. - Oh, I do.

Ye're kin to the Frasers.

Perhaps you should take care to dress in a more civilized fashion.

I've heard there's real Indians still a-roamin'.

Setting cabins on fire.

Ye have no proof Indians set any of those fires.

- If my uncle heard ye... - We're representing the law.

This is my Committee of Safety.

We're seekin' justice. I'm sure your uncle wouldn't disapprove.

What happened?

Hand slipped cutting rushes.

See? Look at all this, Da. I told you she could help.

Yeah. Perhaps, Malva, you could see how Allan is faring?

- You'll need to cook whatever he's shot. - But...

- Yes, Da. - Hmm.

These things usually look a lot worse than they are.

- Ah... - Oh.

- J a m i e! - Claire.

- Tom. Tom. - Hmm...

- Is it bad? - No, but he just fainted.

Do you need to lie down?

No, I only felt light-headed for a moment.

Huh. Shall I fetch you a dram, Tom? I ken ye dinna hold with strong drink,

- but there's a time for it, surely. - No.

It's the devil's juice.

"Take a little wine for thy stomach's sake."

1 Timothy 5:23. Take heart, man, I'll fetch it.

Some of us Catholics can read, in English too.

Hope so, seeing as there aren't many priests in the Province.

Now, keep that upright.

I'm not surprised the knife slipped. I'm surprised you could hold it at all.

You know I can correct this.

Uh...

I do not want, uh, desire.

If you don't let me fix it, that hand will be useless in six months.

- I'll manage. - Best listen to her.

I need you to keep your hand still...

Rest it on the table.

O h!

Now, you need to keep this wound clean.

I'll make up an ointment for it. You can send Malva round for it later.

I'll check it again when you bring your family to the hog roast tomorrow.

And while I'm at it, why don't I fix that other hand?

You go on then, Tom.

It's naught but a nick. I've had worse.

There.

Thank you.

At least it will be an honorable scar, won't it, Mac Dubh?

- By God, he's a stiff-necked bastard. - Why on earth would he say that?

Those are honorable scars.

That flogging at Ardsmuir, he saw my back. Hm.

Must have thought I'd done something to deserve them.

And he didn't like me watching him sweat, I expect.

- Then why did you stay? - Because...

I kent he wouldna whimper or faint again if I did. Hm.

He'd let you thrust red-hot needles through his eyeballs

before he'd squeal in front of me.

My God, you're like wild rams, butting heads to see who's strongest.

Years, he lived with men who had the Gaelic,

and wouldna lower himself to let a word of such a barbarous tongue pass his lips!

But a man stubborn enough

to speak English to Highland men is a man stubborn enough to fight,

and beside me, should it come to it.

- Sláinte. - Sláinte.

Enjoy that... Because I haven't much left of the older stock.

You must have heard about the fire. Destroyed my whisky still.

Aye.

Richard Brown thinks it was the Indians, you know?

He's brought some information to my attention about the fires.

And impressed the Governor with his Committee of Safety,

which is why I'm offering him the position as Indian agent.

Surely ye dinna believe him? It wasn't the Indians, it was them. The Browns.

- His brother... - Don't do this to me.

You're both respected in the Province.

It's one man's word against another's.

Ah. Oh.

My, uh, apologies, we're a little early for the festivities.

Mr. Christie.

May I present Major MacDonald who will be joining us.

This is Mr. Tom Christie, and his son and daughter, Allan and Malva Christie.

Never too early for a celebratory drink before we eat.

So generous of Mr. and Mistress Fraser to host us.

Ah. No whisky, thank you.

But, yes, indeed. They have been more than gracious.

Will Mistress Fraser be joining us?

She's been so kind. I'm eager to thank her.

Aye.

I believe she's tending to some final preparations.

A wee surprise for some of the children.

You live like a king, Mr. Fraser.

Yes. You've certainly come a long way from Ardsmuir.

Aye.

And yet, somehow there always seems to be such a long way to go, Mr. Christie.

- More whisky, Major? - Hmm. Never say no.

Oh...

Looks like the first lot of trouble have arrived.

The rest won't be far behind us.

Hungry, I'm hoping. Ready for a fine feast.

Why did you bring me here?

You have been working hard all day.

My love, why don't we get some food inside

that stomach of yours, hmm?

But everyone else will be eating, uh, in the other room.

There's more?

Oh. Aye. Uh, where's your brother gotten to?

Why? I thought you only had eyes for me.

Two hands would be more useful

to, uh, carry these plates to the dining table.

Only one Fergus Fraser with only one hand.

But two is better than one, eh, Lizzie?

Oh, uh...

I'm sure I dinna ken what ye mean...

- Please help yourselves. - Thank you.

- Can we go? - No.

I dinna ken where yer next meal is coming from, sweetheart, so...

I'm not hungry. Da would have taken me back.

Aidan, come take a look at this powder horn.

When you're a wee bit older, I can teach you to...

My dad was a fisherman, not a hunter. I want to go.

Aidan McCallum, you come back down here this instant,

before anyone sees you.

- Did you... - Yeah. I thought of something.

- Do you mind if I... - No, go.

Here, let me.

Do you mind if I sit?

Why won't you have a wee bite to eat, lad?

Hmm?

You'll need all your strength if you want to help me build you a new home.

A cabin.

You're the man of the house now.

- I can build it with you? - Mmm-hmm.

My wife and I would like to make sure that you are comfortable.

I'd like to supervise work on a cabin for you. Everyone will help, of course,

but since I'm not building one for my own family...

A cabin of my own? I-I never expected.

I could never repay you.

You won't have to.

Mr. Fraser.

Mistress Fraser.

I take it this isn't a social call.

No, it isn't.

There's a dark-haired boy,

he was out hunting with your Indian. Where is he?

There he is.

He's a thief. We've come to arrest him.

He stole a powder horn.

Cheeky bastard's still wearing it.

- And what proof do you have it isn't his? - Carved his initials on it.

For Phineas Brown, there.

And my man says he took it.

Did you do this, son?

Where did you get that powder horn?

Hmm? Do you want to end up like your mother?

- No. - Good.

Because she's burning in the fires of Hell.

Remember, "The thief hateth his own soul."

Swear to me, before God and these men, that you did not do this.

I...

I can't.

Apologize to Mr. Brown at once.

Mr. Brown, please. This is my son.

Do not take him with you.

We will punish him here and now for his sin.

You have my word.

Ten lashes.

Then it's settled.

You have the powder horn back.

No harm was done.

I'll remind you all, this is my land

and I'll see to it the lad learns his lesson.

My son will be punished, Mr. Fraser.

We'll see to that together, Mr. Christie.

Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention, Mr. Brown.

Funny how it's gunpowder he stole, eh, Mr. Fraser?

Got me wondering...

That's a dangerous commodity in these dark times.

Damn contentious one, too.

You're not harboring one of those rebels, are you, Mr. Fraser?

Maybe that's why you want to go so easy on him.

What do you think, Major MacDonald?

If my son had a bone of treachery in his body,

I'd beat it out of him myself.

We're loyal to our King.

Mr. Fraser should give the punishment.

And we should set a good example

to the loyal residents of Fraser's Ridge.

My land...

my means.

Come on, lad.

Take off your jacket.

Now, take yer men off my land.

Colonel.

I'll do it.

If it's between me and him, I canna let him do it.

I'll be your Indian agent.

Mr. Christie.

A word, if I may?

What happened with Allan and Richard Brown?

Yes...

Not how I imagined the beginning of our time at the Ridge, I must confess.

And not how I imagined it either.

You invited me here.

I am grateful to have come.

I did.

At Ardsmuir, we got by.

Lived under someone else's command.

That was then, this is now. If you are to stay,

then my word at Fraser's Ridge is law.

God's word is law. We put Him first, do we not, Mr. Fraser?

"Thou shalt have no other gods before me."

You should see to your son.

There it is. That look.

The same look you gave me at the gathering.

Yer drunkenness embarrassed me in front of everyone.

A man needs a drink now and then.

Yer drink is keeping you from your family...

from being a husband.

Is your husband not sitting here in front of you at this very moment?

Is he?

I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.

Aren't you the clever one, Dr. Rawlings.

- Visions of hell... - Now you're gonna...

I dwell in darkness...

- The woman's a vile succubus. - You may come out now, Claire.

Bitch!

I will slit her throat.

Pleasure to...

Aren't you the clever one?

Sassenach? What is it?

- You look like ye've seen a ghost. - It's fine.

Go back to sleep.

Was it the Browns? Did they unsettle you?

I just want a cup of tea.

If I can find any. Bloody taxes.

I've never been afraid of ghosts.

I live with them daily.

When I look into a mirror, my mother's eyes look back at me.

My mouth curls with the smile

that lured my great-grandfather to the fate that was me.

Of course, it isn't these homely ghosts that trouble sleep and curdle wakefulness.

Look back, hold a torch to light the recesses of the dark.

Listen to the footsteps that echo behind when you walk alone.

All the time, ghosts flit past and through us,

hiding in the future.

Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dreams and silence.

Our rational minds say, "No, it isn't."

But another part, an older part,

echoes always softly in the dark,

"Yes, but it could be."

By blood and by choice,

we make our ghosts. We haunt ourselves.