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- Previously...
- Where is the gold?

The Silkie from the sea.

Are you sure the patrol
caught sight of him here?

Yes, sir.

Thought they saw him
swimming out to the islands.

Did you ever fall in love

with anyone else after I left?

No, Sassenach. I never
loved anyone but you.

So good to see you.

Jenny and I, we grieved
of you for years.

It's Young Ian. He's run off again.

- Have you seen him?
- No.

Since when do you lie to your family?

I'm the only one teaching
him the ways of the world.

Who the hell are you?

Ah!

Your uncle's been a busy man.

But inciting sedition?

Leave! Now!

Please bring Young Ian home.

I'll take the lad home to Lallybroch.

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Here I was,

at the place that had
been imprinted forever

in my head and on my heart.

It was home once.

It didn't appear that
anything had changed,

but somehow, nothing felt the same.

Never thought I'd see ye
grace my front step again.

Me neither.

When Ian said ye were still alive,

ye might have knocked
me down with a feather.

I-I know it... It must be quite a shock.

But here I am.

Here ye are.

Well, you look well.

How are the children?

Grown now.

Some wi' bairns of their own.

Ye had me worried half to death.

I dinna mean to worry ye, but...

Better get inside, lad,

before your tongue gets
ye in more trouble.

Jamie, why did ye not just
tell me he was wi' you?

Your sister was worried sick!

Because if he had, ye'd
have brought me back home.

Aye, he'd have brought
ye home where ye belong.

Feeding chickens, when I could
be in the city earning a wage?

So that's what ye were doing?

Earning a wage, eh?

Aye, and I was good at it too!

Fergus said so.

Said I was a natural.

I sold 20 cask of brandy

before we were forced
to flee after the fire.

What fire? And why did you have to flee?

You had my son sellin' liquor
and consortin' with criminals?

I told you I would look out

for the boy, and I did.

Then there was a wee
fire at the print shop.

Wee?

Ye wouldna be standing
here if it was wee.

There's nothing left then?

So that's why ye're home, tail dragging.

And wi' a stray.

Who's drop back into our
lives after 20 years

as though nothing's changed.

Everything was fine in Edinburgh, Janet.

Then an agent of the Crown
started extorting me.

Sent his ruffian after Claire.

Auntie Claire killed
him. Killed him good.

Outside. Now.

And you better be where I can find you

when it's time for your thrashin'.

You killed a man in front of my boy?

He wasn't there when it happened.

I had no choice.

Th-the man attacked me.

I was defending myself.

But there's more to it than just...

Oh, well, then,

mebbe we should all
gather around the fire.

I mean, if we're to
listen to a tall tale.

Ye do not complain when I
send you money every month,

and you know fine well it doesn't come

from printing copies o' the Psalms.

Aye, I ken how you make your money,

but that's you, brother.

You could have taught young
Ian the printing trade,

not how to be a criminal.

I promise ye,

I treated him as if he was my own son.

Aye.

Then ye can punish him as yer own.

Mebbe there's another way
he can make it up to ye.

Och. I hate this.

Stinks like the devil's arse.

If Ma hears yer cursin'...

No one likes a wee clype, Janet.

You're getting covered with muck.

Well, you're covered
with foxtails, so there.

'Tis no fair.

Ye run away, and ye don't
even get yer thrashin'.

This is a boy's task.

Matthew should be doing this.

I'd rather get a thrashin'.

You've even got muck 'round yer mouth.

Oh, it isna muck. It's whiskers.

Whiskers? You?

- Aye.
- Ha!

Ye may have been right.

As were you.

I shoulda sent word,

told ye he was with me,

and I didn't.

I'm sorry.

It's only that the lad
loves ye so, Jamie.

He follows ye around like a pup,

hanging on yer every word.

Henry!

Hey!

Give it back!

Henry!

Och! Ye wee devils!

That'll be your supper then.

You certainly have a full house.

Hello.

I'm Claire.

This is Angus and Anthony.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet both of you

fine young gentlemen.

Go on.

They're Maggie's.

Ye remember holding
Maggie in this very room?

Of course.

You were so certain she
was going to be a boy.

Strange to think she's old enough

to have children of her own now.

Eh, well, that's what happens
when 20 years go by.

I heard we had visitors.

I'm James Murray.

Wee Jamie.

Well, you're certainly
not so "wee" anymore.

The last time I saw you, you
were barely tall enough

to see over the top of a washtub.

Claire used to live in Lallybroch

when you were about Matthew's age.

Our Jamie here is now husband to Joan

and father to Henry, Matthew,
Caroline, and new wee Benjamin.

I'll away out and see my uncle then.

Och, he's wet himself.

Can I help?

Dinna want to bewilder the
bairn wi' a strange face, now.

Young lan's made enough dall
for a month's supply of fuel.

The lad's paying for his crimes.

Our father woulda had ye over the gate.

Aye, but a thrashing's not the
only way to teach a lesson.

Ye're an authority on
raising bairns now?

No.

No, but I am an authority

on being a 16-year-old lad
that lives on a farm.

Ye treat him as a child,
but he's a man now.

Ye ought to give him a taste of freedom,

while he still thinks
it's yours to give.

Listen to you, telling
me what I should do.

Ye must ken it's a mortal
sin to take another wife

while the first still walks the earth.

I would never have taken a bride

if I thought Claire was still alive.

Since ye believed her to be dead,

why didn't ye share yer grief wi' me?

I barely wanted to breathe,
let alone speak of it.

I ken.

But ye must speak of it now.

I need to know what happened.

I was prepared to die on the
battlefield at Culloden.

With me dead,

it would've been dangerous
for Claire to stay, so...

So I arranged for her to hide at an inn.

Gave her money for safe
passage to the Colonies

after things had settled down.

Later, I heard the British
went through the village,

killing everyone...
Man, woman, and child.

But she got away?

Aye.

She thought I'd died in battle.

So she boarded a ship to the Colonies.

I didna ken it at the time.

I sat on these very steps

watchin' this very road with Claire

when you were taken by the redcoats.

When you didna come home,

we rode together to find you.

The Claire I kent would never
have stopped looking for you.

We could build a cottage,

on the western edge of the land.

We could make a life here, Claire.

Except that Jenny can barely
stand the sight of me.

Yet, perhaps...

perhaps we should tell her the truth.

We say ye traveled

from another time, ye may as well
convince her ye're a mermaid.

Murtagh understood.

That was a chance we had to take

wi' a... a man that's
been out in the world.

Jenny has never left this farm.

We're always at loggerheads.

She'll be full of questions
we have no answers for.

But if I don't tell her
the truth, then...

there will always be
this wall between us.

Jenny casts a very warm light
on those that she trusts

and a very cold shadow on
those that she doesn't.

Aye.

Sometimes...

I still canna believe ye're truly here.

I went searching for ye...

once.

The day I escaped Ardsmuir.

You escaped?

Aye.

There was a man named Duncan Kerr.

Claimed there was treasure
hidden on an island.

He was fevered.

Kent he was dying.

It was his only chance to tell someone

he thought he could trust.

His last words were that the treasure

was guarded

by a buidseach bàn.

La dame blanche.

A white witch.

My heart...

Almost stopped when he said it.

I thought maybe you'd returned,

that you were out there.

There are hundreds of
isles all down the coast,

but only one where the selchs live.

Silkie Island.

I swam to it.

Out of my mind with cold.

Claire.

Claire! Claire!

Of course, I didn't find you there.

I realized it was foolish
to think you'd come back.

If he hadna been dead already, I...

I woulda gone back and
killed Kerr myself.

For giving me hope.

And then I noticed it.

The MacKenzie crest.

Etched into stone,

just like Kerr had told me.

That's where I found the treasure.

At least Kerr had been right about that.

The box was full of
ancient coins and gems...

Rubies, emeralds,

three large sapphires.

I took one and gave it to
the governor of the prison.

You were free.

You had the treasure.

Why did you go back to the prison?

Couldna take it with me.

Besides, the prisoners needed me.

I was their leader.

I wasn't on an island.

But I was out there.

Wishing you'd come and find me.

Sounds silly, but...

whenever I would hear birdsong...

I would pretend it was
you talking to me.

Hmm.

Ye ken the... greylag,

yeah, it mates for life?

You kill a grown one,

out hunting, you must wait...

For its mate will come to mourn.

Then ye must kill that one too,

otherwise, it will grieve
itself to death...

Calling through the
skies for the lost one.

What is it?

Jamie?

Something I've been meaning
to tell ye, Sassenach.

Hasna been easy keeping it from ye.

I was hoping to speak to Ned
Gowan before I told ye,

to see if the law was in our favor.

Ned Gowan is still alive?

It's very complicated.

Ye must listen wi' all yer heart.

Daddy.

Daddy, who is that woman?

Daddy?

Sassenach witch!

Laoghaire, what the...

Laoghaire, what the hell
are you doing here?

Ye're... ye're supposed to be dead!

How?

How could ye do such a
thing to me, Jamie Fraser?

Slip home behind my back?

- Put yer prick in that whore?
- Ma, please. We shouldna be here.

Be still. I havena done anything to ye.

Daddy! Ma! Stop!

Daddy?

He didna tell ye?

He's my husband now.

Have ye no shame, you adulterous bitch?

Go back to the hell ye came from.

Let me go! Let the English cunt

stand up for herself!

Get yerself downstairs, right now.

Oh, get your hands off me! Ugh!

- Oh, wait here.
- Can't believe you did this to me!

- Laoghaire!
- That woman!

- Laoghaire, wait!
- With that witch!

Daddy!

Who's that woman?

Why'd she upset Ma so?

Well, that woman is Claire.

My wife.

My... first wife.

I thought she was dead,

but by the grace of God,

she came back to me.

I-I planned on telling you
and your sister about her,

but I didna get a chance.

What about Ma?

Well...

I tried very hard to
be a husband to her,

but your mother and I...

We didna have a bond

that keeps people together forever.

An' ye have that bond
wi' that other woman?

Aye.

Now, ye'll go away...

forever?

Dinna fash, Joanie.

I love you and yer sister.

I'll always look after ye.

I promise.

Now, go and find Marsali.

She'll take ye home to yer ma.

Go on.

She needs ye.

Claire.

Will ye let me explain?

- It's a little late for that.
- I dinna live with her.

She and the girls live at Balriggan.

I-I didna think they'd come here.

It was a great mistake, the marriage

between Laoghaire and me.

With two children? That...

took you quite a long time to
figure that out, didn't it?

The lassies arna mine.
I-I'm not the father.

Really?

That little girl with... the red hair?

Well, there are other redheaded
men in Scotland, Claire.

Look, Laoghaire was a-a-a widow
wi' two bairns when I wed her.

It's been less than two years,

and we've lived apart most of that time.

Oh, and I suppose that makes
it all right, does it?

It's Laoghaire?

She... she tried to have me killed!

Well, ye're the one that told
me to be kind to the lass!

I told you to thank her...

not marry her.

Ye're not going anywhere.

You cannot stop me.

You lied to me.

You told me that you never
fell in love with anyone else.

I didna fall in love.

You told me about your son.

Why couldn't you tell me about this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Because I am a coward.

That's why.

I couldna tell ye for fear
I would lose ye, and...

I couldna bear the thought
of losing you again.

I wanted you so badly that
nothing else mattered.

I would sacrifice honor, family,
l-life itself to see you,

to lie with you again,
even though you left me.

Left you?

Left you?

You forced me to go back!

I would have died gladly
at Culloden with you.

And now you want to blame me for that?

I dinna blame you for it.

Ye had to go for Brianna's sake.

I c-canna regret that.

But you blame me for coming back.

No.

Yes.

No.

God, no, I...

Do ye know what it is to live 20 years

wi'out a heart?

To live half a man and accustom yourself

to exist in the bit that's left?

Do I know?

Do I know how that feels?

Yes, you bastard, I know!

What did you think, that
I went back to Frank

and lived happily ever after?

Sometimes, I hoped ye did.

And sometimes, I could see it...

Him with you, day and night,

lying with ye, taking your body,

holding my bairn!

And God, I could kill ye for it!

Well, I don't have to imagine Laoghaire!

Laoghaire?

Christ!

I dinna care about
Laoghaire, and I never have!

Oh, so you would marry a
woman you don't even want

and then just discard her
the second you're done?

No, I'm damned one way or the other.

If I felt anything for her,
I'm a faithless lecher,

and if I didn't, I'm a heartless beast!

Well, you should have told me.

And if I had, ye would've
turned on your heel

and left without a word.

But having seen you again,

I would do far worse
than lie to keep you!

Get off me!

Claire! Claire, no!

Claire, I-I love you and only you.

Stop it!

Both of ye.

Fightin' and ruttin' like wild beasts,

and no carin' if the
whole house hears ye!

Would ye like a whisky?

Suppose I could do with one.

Thank you.

I apologize for...
disturbing the household.

I should be apologizin' to you.

I told Auntie Laoghaire ye were here.

That's why she came.

I didna have it in mind tae
cause such a kebbie-lebbie.

Truly not.

Well, I suppose one of us

would have found out sooner or later.

Why did you tell her?

Mother told me to.

You told Laoghaire to come?

She's his wife.

I am his wife.

Then why'd ye no try to
find him after the war?

And why'd it take ye 20
years to come back here?

Because I thought he was dead.

In a way, he was.

Took him an age to start livin' again,

and now you're back no more than a week,

and ye've killed a man,
his print shop's razed

to the ground, and he's
on the run from the law.

I suppose that's all my doing?

Well, there's no denyin'
trouble finds my brother,

but ye didna help matters much.

I wanted to come back to be
part of this family again.

Well, family writes letters.

Telling one another they're alive.

What, d'ye think we were
all just frozen in time

waiting for you to return?

No.

Look, I...

I had another husband in America,

and it was a matter of survival.

Now, it wasn't easy,

but I had to put my past behind me

so that I could make that marriage work.

Does Jamie know?

Yes.

Did ye have any bairns?

No.

I never had children with him.

But when he died,

I decided to come back

to visit Jamie's grave,

to tell him that I never forgot him.

But instead, I found him alive.

I hear truth in what ye're tellin' me.

But I can see it in yer eyes,
there's still something

ye're keepin' from me.

I don't know if I can or even want

to put my trust in you again.

When a horse breaks its leg,

ye put it out of its misery

because it'll never heal right.

Neither will we.

If my mother was still alive,

this would kill her all over again.

Jamie's retired to the stables,

and Janet's given Claire
blankets in the guest chamber.

This doesna bother you?

Him laying wi' both wives?

He and Laoghaire are not
living as man and wife,

- and ye ken it.
- He makes a fool of this family.

Ye're the only one being foolish.

If there's a pot of shite on to boil,

ye stir like it's God's work.

Oh, this is my fault then?

D'ye forget I hear yer
prayers every night?

And all ye ask for is Jamie's happiness,

after all the sorrows he's seen,

and here he is, but ye
canna let him have it.

Does this look like happiness to you?

Claire.

Claire.

Please.

I should never have come back.

Canna take back those 20 years...

Or the life I've lived.

But I mean to make things right.

I knew coming back was a risk.

That you could be a different person,

that we both could be
different people, but...

I'm still the same person
you fell in love with.

"When you tell me something,
let it be the truth,

and I promise you the same."

Those were your words, Jamie.

We could have secrets, but not lies.

I'm sorry, Claire. Truly.

I've only known one love in my life.

And that was with you.

There's the truth of it then?

- Oh, God, Laoghaire.
- Laoghaire, p-put the pistol down.

No. I will not just sit at home
and let her walk away with ye.

I've come to protect what's mine.

This isna Claire's fault.

Time for her to leave us be.

To stay out of our lives.

You and I have not dwelt
in the same house

for many a month.

Mebbe it wasna perfect,

but you were mine.

If not under my roof,

ye provided for me and...

Jamie!

- Aah!
- Get away from him!

Jamie!

Help me get him onto the table.

Och, what's a few more scars?

Leave me be. I'm just fine.

Get me some alcohol, please.

Here. Take this off.

Take your shirt off.

Oh, dear God.

Who did this?

Laoghaire.

It's nothing Claire canna fix.

I'll get clean towels and bandages.

Go get my medical kit.

It's in my bag in the courtyard.

Yeah.

Can you get hot water

and see if you can find an apron?

Aye.

It's only bird shot. Nothing serious.

Have you forgot what I
told you about germs?

Aye, thank you.

- I'll help my father.
- Here.

I'm going to have to
dig those pellets out.

Ah. Mm.

- Lie down.
- Mm.

Those're very fancy knives
ye've got there, Auntie.

I, uh, I knew a very fine
cutler in the Colonies.

Mm.

All right, this is the
one I'm worried about.

If the pellets penetrated the artery,

then you'll bleed to death,

and there'll be nothing
I can do about it.

Did it penetrate the... artery?

No. He was very lucky.

Auntie.

Eh, he has enough alcohol for now.

- Thank you.
- It's not for Uncle Jamie.

It's for you, Auntie.

You're the only one who calls me that.

Uncle Jamie's lucky you're here.

She made a nice Swiss
cheese of your arm.

I dinna ken what Swiss cheese is,

but if it looks like that, I
wouldna want it on my bread.

Well, the pellets are out,

and your artery's intact.

I need a whisky.

You've had enough.

You need liquids.

Water or broth.

Whisky's a liquid, no?

No. Here.

Drink this.

I'll never understand what
you saw in that woman.

Well, she wasna toting a pistol
when I chanced upon her again.

That's it?

You truly wish to hear?

You won't get angry?

I haven't stopped being angry.

So you might as well explain yourself.

I'd been away so long.

When I returned from Helwater,

from England,

everything was... different.

Jenny's bairns didn't recognize me.

I was a ghost.

If ye ken what I mean.

Yes... I do.

I was here... but I wasna home.

I suppose I was lonely.

It was my first Hogmanay at Lallybroch

since I was a lad.

Hee-yo!

Everything about Lallybroch
was shining, warm.

Jenny had dressed the parlor.

Never seen it so bonny.

The fiddler was by the window there,

playing jigs and reels.

Every table laden wi' food, drink.

I could feel my father and mother there

and my brother Willie.

I was filled with joy and
loneliness at the same time.

Do you like figs?

Aye.

Thank you.

Would you like to dance?

It's been a very long
time since I tried.

We can teach you.

After a few moments,
my heart felt lighter.

The music wrapped around
me, and I was laughing.

I realized I hadna truly laughed
since that last time...

well, the last time I was with you.

Whew!

Ye're a bonny dancer.

- Thank you. So are you.
- Ha!

Ye've fair worked up my appetite.

You Cousin Aileen's daughters?

No. Our mother is Mistress MacKimmie.

So there she was.

Twice widowed and two
bairns aching for a father.

That was plain enough.

I found something to fill
the hole I had in me.

Jenny kent it as well.

Urged me to make the match.

I wanted to be a...

a father, a husband...

all the things I thought the future held

when I was with you.

All the things I had to forget

when I said good-bye
to you at the stones.

To care for Willie or Brianna...

Watch them grow up,

to show them how to be in the world.

I thought if I married Laoghaire,

I could have all those things.

And did you?

My fondness for Marsali and Joan grew.

It was a very special time for me.

And not always easy...

But...

it was all right.

So then what happened?

How did you end up living in Edinburgh?

There were days...

weeks where she wouldn't speak with me.

To be honest, I-I didn't mind that.

Meant we wouldn't be
fighting over this or that.

I tried to be gentle wi' her,

but it was no use.

Maybe it was her first husband, Hugh,

or her second husband, Simon.

Well, nobody kens what
happens in the marriage bed.

She was hurt.

I could see the fear in her eyes.

So I left.

I couldn't bear the thought of...

someone being afraid of my touch.

Christ...

you're burning up.

Huh?

Why on earth didn't you say something?

Huh.

I thought it was the heat of shame.

If you won't stay with
me, then I'd rather die

and be done with it if that's
all the same with you.

I'm not going to let you
die, tempted as I might be.

What in God's name is that?

Something that will help
bring down your fever.

Now, roll over onto your right side.

Uh...

Yeah, that...

that, uh, that looks mighty sharp.

It is, so you better
hold still and relax.

Look, will ye please explain
why jabbing needles

in my arse is going to help my arm?

Because germs are no
match for penicillin.

I had a vision of ye, ye ken.

When Jamie wed Laoghaire,

them standing by the altar,

ye were there wi' them,

standin' betwixt him and Laoghaire.

I didna ken who ye were or what.

We didna know your people or your place.

Even when Jamie told me
you might tell me things

that might no make any
sense, I didna question it.

Ye said plant potatoes, I did as told.

The crop kept us alive

for more than one winter after Culloden.

You saved us, and I never asked ye

about any of it, did I?

Jamie chose ye. That was enough.

But it's not enough now, is it?

I suppose ye'll never
tell me the full story.

What I can tell you...

is that I love your brother very much.

I never forgot him.

Or any of you.

I never stopped wearing
his wedding ring.

You were a sister to me.

I loved you too, Jenny.

Still do.

I'm only asking for a second chance.

Oh, my dear.

Is it truly you?

Oh, Ned!

Oh, w-what are you doing here?

Well, I've-I've come to
speak to your husband.

Oh!

You're-you're a feast
for these old eyes.

Pardon me. I'm...

I'm a trifle overcome.

You look exactly the same.

What is your secret?

Well, I never married.

Well, with the return of the
first Mrs. James Fraser,

legally, the marriage
to Laoghaire MacKimmie

is invalid.

Eh, you'll have to make reconciliations

with the Church, mind ye.

Oh, it's a price I'm willing to pay.

Funny you should mention that.

Laoghaire has made a complaint
to the Justice of the Peace,

uh, for distress and loss of support.

How could she do that?

"Nor hell a fury

like a woman scorned."

Hm.

But she shot him.

Indeed, and in the Highlands,

as we know, Disarming Act means

that owning a firearm
is a criminal offense.

Now, where is the weapon now?

Young Jamie has it
hidden in the stables.

Any way of proving that
it belongs to Laoghaire?

Well, besides myself and
Claire bearing witness

and the five holes in my arm... no.

Well, uh, if it proceeds to trial

and you're summoned to court,

she may be indicted.

Uh, we could arrange for the weapon

to be turned over to the British.

And what would happen to her?

If found guilty, she
could be transported

to the Colonies.

Virginia, most likely.

I do hear Richmond is
nice this time of year.

Hmm. Indeed.

No.

No, I won't turn the pistol over.

But she must be punished for this.

Aye, you're right.

Laoghaire deserves to be punished,

but I willna do it to the girls.

They're already losing a father.

I-I won't have them
lose a mother as well.

What does Laoghaire want?

Well, I believe her chief
desire is to have you castrated

and your bollocks mounted on her wall,

but I suspect that she may
be amenable to alimony.

How much?

20 pounds? That's two years' wages!

And 10 pounds a year to maintain
a household for the girls

until they're properly wed.

That's an outrageous sum.

Aye, I ken.

But I wo... I won't put
that burden on you.

Where do ye intend to get
the money to pay her?

There's a place I know.

There's a box full of ancient coins...

on Silkie Island.

I swam there once.

Maybe I could go back and get it.

You can't swim anywhere,

not until that arm's healed.

How far is it?

Mebbe a quarter mile.

Aye. I can swim that.

I'm a better swimmer than
either of my brothers.

Away you go.

You can bring that in later.

Well, what good are ancient
coins in the Highlands?

Laoghaire canna use them
for food and rents.

I'll take them to France.

Cousin Jared will know how
to trade them for sterling.

He's family. He'll be discreet.

Then I'll bring the proceeds
back for Laoghaire.

I'd also like to take young
Ian to France as well,

if that's all right with you.

He's old enough

to see a bit of the world
outside of Scotland.

You and I had our time in France, Ian.

Better that than war.

I suppose it's best we
let him have his freedom

while he still thinks it's ours to give.

You'll take better take
care of him this time, aye?

We will.

You can trust us.

The water must be freezing.

'Tis.

It's the current that's
the worst part of it.

Ye must surrender to it.

But as ye come nearer the island,

ye must break free of it

or be carried away to the New World.

Dinna fash.

Ian's a braw swimmer.

We've barely been alone
since we left Edinburgh.

Now we're the only two
people on this cliff,

and ye canna meet my eye.

I'm afraid th-this is...

all a mistake.

I'm just not sure if we
belong together anymore.

How can ye say that?

I had a life.

We both had lives.

And families.

It wasn't the plan, but...

I didn't hate Boston.

I had a career.

A home.

Friends.

And you had your print
shop in Edinburgh.

It wasn't so bad, really, was it?

Being a printer was naught
compared to being your husband.

For 20 years, I was haunted
by the memory of you.

The moment I found out
you were alive, I...

But ever since I've arrived back,

it's been... so much harder

than I could ever have imagined.

When has it ever been easy?

But I apologized for it.

I've done all I can to make it right.

Ye belong wi' me.

We're mated for life, Sassenach.

Will you risk the man I am

for the sake of the one ye once knew?

Jamie.

Christ.

Oh, where's Ian?

There.

Making his way down.

Ian! Ian!

Go back!

Jamie, no!

You can't! You're hurt!

Ian!

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