All language subtitles for Outlander.S01E09

Previously...

Colum doesna travel,

so visiting the tenants and tacksmen
that can't come to the gathering,

that falls to me.

Have you seen any of
your Scottish companions

raise funds for the rebellion?

- Let's get on with it.
- Why would Dougal MacKenzie

rather adopt you as one of his own

than allow me to question you?

I was wondering if you had a potion

that might open
a lad's heart to a lassie.

What's his name?

Horrocks.

There's a chance
to get the price lifted from my head.

A Redcoat deserter.
Claims he was there,

saw who actually killed the Sergeant.

I knew where
we were going without having to ask,

the province of a man
I unfortunately knew all too well.

I'll thank ye to take
your hands off my wife.

Where's your mind, lad?

Horrocks is waiting.

Ask him what you came for.

Now that you've washed the dust
from your throat, Mr Horrocks,

I'd be obliged if you'd tell us
what happened that night at Fort William.

Did you or did you no tell Hugh Munro
you saw who shot the sergeant?

I did.

Forgive me, but I haven't tasted
fine whisky like that in quite some time.

Could use another wee nip.

I'm eager that you name the person who
committed the crime I was falsely accused of.

Have you the gold Hugh Munro
promised you'd pay?

Aye.

Well, hand it over.

We'll move on with the business.

The name first.

He'll have it when I have the gold in my hand.

That was the understanding.

Give him the gold.

I trust his word.

The British Army trusted him, too.

The British Army trusted him, too.

Perhaps today's not such a good day
for business after all.

Whether you deserted is no concern
of ours, Mr. Horrocks.

We commend ye for it.

I've come a long way,

at considerable danger to myself,
eluding Redcoat patrols...

The man who shot the Sergeant
was Captain Jonathan Randall himself.

Ye expect us to believe
that a captain,

even one as vile as Black Jack,
would shoot his own man?

You know Randall.

I suppose he can answer that.

I canna use Randall's
name to clear my own.

You bargained for a name.
A name is what you received.

Good day, lads.

Let him go.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Claire.

I was minding her, I swear.

- I went for a piss and...
- Where is she?

She must've wandered off,
and when I caught up,

the Redcoats had her.

She was fighting and thrashing about,

but they took her. They were headed south.

Hold now! Fort William?

I know what's on your mind, lad,
but what you're thinking is impossible.

I'm going. With or without you.

Dougal and I must abstain from any
open action against the British garrison.

If we were captured, then the consequences
upon the clan and Colum would be...

No, no. No, the risk is too great, I'm afraid.

If any man wants to ride with you,
I'll not stop him.

I'm not beseeching anyone for help,

but I'm also not proud enough
to turn it down.

I'll go with you.

I'm not doing anything special today.

- A wee raid might be amusing.
- Amusing. Aye.

Fine, but there are conditions
you will have to heed.

Where is the Englishwoman?

I don't know who you mean.

My friend here isna a bit
pleased with yer answer.

Pray, I don't know.

Pray that you do.

Or your next words'll be
in a lassie's voice.

The commander's office.

In the tower.

Thank you.

Rupert.

- This will be our only way out. Understand?
- Aye.

Easy.

Remember Ned's instructions.

Fine words from Ned.

Far enough away for you to feel safe
slandering him.

I cannot risk the entire clan
paying the price for our actions.

Aye. This way it's only us four boarheads
who'll meet the noose.

Aye.

Murtagh, don't ye wait too long.

No!

Somebody help!

Help!

I'll thank ye to take
your hands off my wife.

Good God.

Dougal MacKenzie neglected to mention

that you married
the stripe-backed thief.

How's my handiwork
looking these days?

Very well,

despite your efforts.

I don't suppose you'd show me?

Be the last thing you ever saw.

Only risk brings
the possibility of reward.

Just shoot this bastard, Jamie.

Do. Shoot me. Shoot us both.

And alarm the entire fort
of your presence.

It appears we're to have
an audience, madam.

I think we should endeavour
to enjoy ourselves.

I certainly shall.

Now, put that pistol on the table

and let us commence
with the evening's entertainment.

Do it.

Slowly.

I will slit her throat,
I swear to God.

Slowly.

That wasn't too hard.

Back you go.

Do it!

Get out of here, Jamie.

Just go. Go!

Everyone, keep calm.

Easy does it.

First she orders you to fire,
now she orders you to flee.

Who is the man
in this marriage, Fraser?

I will cut off your balls, I swear.

You are a foul-mouthed scold.

For the life of me,

I cannot understand why any man
would pledge himself

to a woman.

Especially such a mendacious slut
as this one.

Would you like your husband
to join us maybe?

What do you say, Fraser?

Or would you prefer to watch?

You bluffed your way in here
with an empty pistol.

Ned said not to kill anyone,
so I had all the weapons unloaded.

This way.

Wait.

Alert!

Alert! Alert!

Have them caught.

There's no way out!

Kill the bastards!

Get ready!

Forward!

Set!

Up.

Up here.

You are sure
there's water down there, aren't you?

Aye.

I think so.

Still a couple hours' ride
from the drover.

We should water the horses.

Give him a drink of water, will ye?

Aye.

Are you all right?

Randall, he didn't hurt you?

No.

He didn't have time, thanks to you.

I'm waiting for you to say something.

Anything that approaches an apology.

An apOIOQY?

I was taken hostage by Jack Randall.

Are you trying to say
that's somehow my fault?

Well, it is your fault.

Had you stayed put
where I ordered you to stay,

none of this would have happened.

Yeah, but no. Ye won't listen to me,

why mind me,
I am none but yer husband.

Ye take it into yer mind
to do as ye damn please

and next I ken, I find ye flat
on yer back with yer skirts up,

and the worst scum of the land
between your legs,

about to take you
before my very eyes.

I begged you to take me with you.

And I told you there was no danger
in me going along.

Would you listen to me? No.

No, I'm only a woman.

No, why should you pay any attention
to what I have to say?

Women are only fit to do
as they're told and obey orders.

If ye'd done that,
we wouldn't be on the run now

with a hundred Redcoats on our tail.

Try that again and I'll slap you
until yer ears ring.

You're a brute and a fool!

Do you think I went and got
captured by the English on purpose?

Aye! I do think ye did it on purpose

to get back at me
for what happened at the glade.

At the glade?

With the British deserters?

You think, to punish you,

I went for a walk in the woods

on the chance that some
British soldiers would be going by?

Christ, Jamie, I went for a walk!

I ordered you to stay put!

I don't have to do
what you tell me to.

AYE, you do.

You are my wife.

Oh, your wife?

Your wife.

You think I'm your property,
don%you?

You think I belong to you
and you can't stand

for someone to have
something else that belongs to you.

You do belong to me and you are
my wife, whether you like it or not.

Well, I don't like it!

I don't like it one bit!

That doesn't matter to you either,
does it?

And as long as
I'm there to warm your bed,

you don't care what I think
or how I feel!

That's all a wife is to you.

Something to stick your cock into
whenever you feel the urge.

Let go of me, you fucking bastard!

You foul-mouthed bitch!

You'll not speak to me that way!

I went to you at Fort William

armed with an empty pistol
and my bare hands.

When you screamed...

You're tearing my guts out, Claire.

I'm sorry.

Jamie,

forgive me.

Forgiven.

I'm sorry, too.

I'll ask your pardon for what I said.

I was sore
and I said more than I meant.

Will ye forgive me, too?

Forgiven.

She asked forgiveness and I gave it.

But the truth is,
I'd forgiven everything she'd done

and everything she could do,
long before that day.

For me, that was no choice.

That was falling in love.

Looks like we'll be needing
a few more plates, then.

So, while Murtagh was footering about
setting the fuses on the gunpowder,

I sent three of the bloodyjessies
to meet the Almighty.

I am not hearing this.

When I heard the explosion,

I thought the walls of the fort
would come down.

Did ye use yer breath
or yer farts to subdue them?

Are you calling me a liar?

Aye, because ye are lying.

Ye killed nobody.

For God's sake, Angus!

Sit down and stop flapping yer gums,

use it for something useful
for a change.

I'm not gonna tell anything
if you're taking that tone.

I don't believe
I've properly thanked all of you.

For what you did last night.

Ned, have ye got any wine down there?

Yeah, well, they do actually
have some rhenish.

Quite nice, if I may say.

It's been a long day.

I'll go upstairs.

She doesna understand
what she nearly cost us.

Aye.

And she needs to.

Think they'll ever speak to me again?

Aye.

They will.

Come to bed, Jamie.

I'm afraid we've a matter still
to settle between us

before we sleep tonight.

What is it?

If a man among us had put
the rest in danger, as you did,

he would have likely had
his ears cropped, or been flogged,

if not killed outright.

I didn't know.

Well, I ken you're not yet
familiar with our ways,

and that's some excuse.

Still, I did tell ye to stay hid.

And if ye'd done so,
none of this would have happened.

Now, the British will be looking
high and low for us.

As for Captain Randall...

Well, that's something else again.

He'll be looking for you,

especially now that
he knows you're here.

Aye.

He...

It's personal for him.

I am so sorry, Jamie.

If it were just me ye'd hurt by it,
I wouldna say more about it.

But your actions
put all the men in jeopardy.

Right, best get on with it.

Ye've done considerable damage
disobeying my orders,

and I'm gonna punish ye for it.

What do you mean?

Oh, you know fine well what I mean.

Now, get down by the bed
and lift yer shift, lass.

I'll do no such thing.

Now, Claire...

I have said I'm sorry. And I am.

And I will never do
such a thing again.

That's just the point. You might.

Ye come from a place
where things are easier, I think.

Where it's not a matter
of life and death

if you disobey orders
or take matters into your own hands.

But it's the hard truth
in places and times like these that

a light action can have
very serious consequences.

All right.

You're right, of course.

I will obey your orders,
even if I don't agree with them.

Good.

Now then, get off the bed
and we'll get this over with.

What?

I said I would follow your orders.

There's a difference between
understanding something in yer mind

and really knowing it, deep down.

I can tell ye from my own experience

that a good hiding
makes ye understand things

in a more serious light.

But as I said, if it was just me
you put in danger...

But it wasn't.

There's such a thing
as justice, Claire.

You've done wrong to all the men,

and you must suffer for it.

I'm yer husband.

It's my duty to attend to it.

- I will not let you beat me.
- You won't?

I doubt you'll have
much to say about it.

The lad's getting on with it.

Seems so.

That is his duty.

You're my wife, like it or not.

I'll scream!

Well, likely, if not before,
certainly during!

No!

I expect they'll hear ye
in the next village.

Ye've got good lungs.

This'll go faster
if ye just yield, woman.

I'm gonna make you suffer!

Well, ye already are.

You're taking pleasure in this,
you barbarian!

Sounds like holy hell up there.

I'm not sure who's punishing who.

I'll never forgive you!

If I can forgive ye for what you did,
you can forgive me, too,

as soon as ye can sit down again.

You sadist!

I dinna ken, what's a sadist?

As for my pleasure,
I said I was gonna punish you.

No!

I didna say I wasna gonna enjoy it.

I hope that Jamie
wasn't too harsh on ye last night?

A skewed arse
never cm anyone permanent damage.

Looks like she gave
as good as she got.

Well, it might not be permanent,
but it hurts like hell.

- She'll not make that mistake again.
-lndeed. Yes.

Come and have a seat here
next to me, lassie.

No, thank you, I'll stand.

Over there.

But it's good to be home.

In the loving bosom
of those that hold us dear.

There's no one about.

Did you not send word we were close?

Aye, I did.

Even if he didn't,
they would have smelled us coming.

Well I don't know about you lot,
but I'm starving.

Go after her, lad. I'll see to the mounts.

Sassenach.

Claire.

I would prefer not to fall behind my wife.

So walk faster.

Hooray!

Welcome home, my dears.

It seems no time since I was shooing you
out of the kitchen for stealing pastries,

-and now you've gone and married.
- Leave him be.

Fussing over him like that,
he'll be no use to anyone.

Me especially.

You are coming back to the stable
to water the horses?

Aye.

Congratulations to you both.

I look forward to hearing
all about yer nuptials.

It's been some time
since we've had a wedding here.

My profound good wishes

for a long and happy marriage,

Lady Broch Tuarach.

Didna enjoy that one bit.

Did you not notice the look Colum gave me?

Seemed friendly enough to me.

He neither ate nor drank, nor did he offer
a single toast in our honour.

To hobble all that way to the great hall
and stay scarcely a minute.

What would I know about clan ways?

Do you not see?

He does not approve of the marriage.

He's not alone.

And what the hell do you mean by such?

Will you not answer me, Claire?

I know what that means!

Happiness is fleeting.

Who said that?

Me.

Just now.

Aye.

When it comes to women it is.

Love.

It's no simple matter.

It's like trying to plan for every season
from one moment to the next.

Just when you're ready for the sun,

a frost comes.

What would you know of it?

More than you'd think, you ignorant pup.

You mean my mother.

I'm a hard man. Ellen knew it.

Your father, he had a gentle side.

I thought it was weakness.

I was wrong.

By the time I'd realised it,

your parents had pledged themselves
to one another.

What's done is done, lad.

It's what you do next that matters.

Himself awaits you in his chambers.

Tell him I'm on my way.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I waited for you, Jamie.

I was counting the days
till you'd return.

I had no notion about yerself and...

It wasna something I planned.

Then why?

Why did ye do it?

'Twas Dougal's arrangement, ye see.

It's no simple story,
I can tell ye that much.

But an explanation will have to wait.

Colum summons me. I must go.

Aye.

Ye canna keep a MacKenzie waiting.

But we'll speak again.

Aye, you have my word.

'Tis the bridegroom.

Aye.

Now that I have all three
of you weasels gathered together,

who would like to explain
Fort William?

Is Clan MacKenzie going to have
to answer for yer little raid?

No.

Any repercussions
will land solely on me.

Captain Randall
will make sure of that.

Fine.

Now, back to the rents.

As I say, it has been a lean year
for some of the tenants.

But we have much of the stock
still to sell off,

which should help to tip the scales.

What about the other money
you collected?

The money for
the Bonnie Stuart Prince

across the water?

'Tis for the Jacobites, is it not?

Did ye not think that
one among the rent party

would remain loyal to his laird?

Or at least, young Jamie, here,

he does me the honour
of looking fittingly guilty.

You mistake concern for guilt.

My conscience is clear.

I owe no loyalty to Charlie or James.

He speaks truth, brother.

We merely used the welts on his back
to illustrate British justice.

We raised that gold honourably.

We never concealed
the fact from anybody

that we were raising money to restore
the rightful king to his throne.

That, I might remind ye,

is a cause more important
than any clan or man.

Is that so?

Well, this clan remains
under the charge of this man.

It is still my pleasure
to choose what causes are supported.

And the Clan MacKenzie's welfare
comes before any king or country.

I've proved my loyalty to you
time and again.

I've collected your rents,

I've fought your battles,

I've protected yer person,
for the love of Christ,

I've even assured your bloodline!

Now, I think that such fealty
is worth a mere bag of gold,

don't you?

Leave my sight.

I shall try to calm his distemper.

Either that
or I will calm it for him.

Perhaps you'd rather chastise me
at a later time?

Stay.

I opened my home to you
as sanctuary from the British.

I gave my food,
I gave my hospitality.

Even when you refused
to pledge fealty to me,

I continued to grant ye quarter
and protection.

And how am I recompensed?

You marry a Sassenach,

knowing well enough
that none in the clan

will support ye now as my successor.

I meant no such betrayal, uncle.

And you will be given
the opportunity to prove it.

What would you have me do?

My brother must never
be allowed to succeed me

as Chief of the MacKenzies.

Do you not agree?

Dougal has a fiery temper
and it kindles easily.

Say no more. I see we're in agreement.

I have his replacement still in mind.

He stands before me.

But...

But you've already declared my marriage
precludes me from that honour.

For the time being.

A marriage of convenience.

I dinna follow your meaning.

I will not be stepping down any time soon.

Nor is my health a cause for concern.

But this is not England.

Life here can be perilous.

Perilous.

For whom exactly?

I meant no one in particular.

Well, for a moment,

I feared you were speaking of my wife.

And if so,

I would be forced to take that as a threat.

Of course you would.

That is the precise mind of a chief.

I knew it.

That first time I saw Dougal and Hamish
playing together in the courtyard.

Aye.

Many have gossiped about it in whispers,

and every one of us in the room
already kent it well.

But that's the first time I've ever heard
Dougal proclaim he's Hamish's father.

Thought Colum was going to
run him through right there.

That would solve a few problems.

Aye, if the storm canna be calmed
between the brothers,

I'll be the one to pay the price.

It's hardly the first time
he and Dougal

have been at odds, God knows.

I'm sure it'll be fine
in the morning.

Aye.

What are you doing?

I thought...

Think again.

I've told you too much now,
it's none of your affair.

You're getting yourself too entwined
with that woman.

It'll affect my standing with the MacKenzie,
and I'll have no more of it.

My sweet angel.

You can come out now, Jamie Fraser.

I thought I was hid well enough.

'Twas your smell that gave you away.

A man's sweat.

Couldn't have been Arthur.

He's too prissy to ever work up a good lather.

Aye. Well...

He holds a position that
doesna require much labouring.

He doesna do much labouring
in any position.

I saw your new bride.

Earlier.

Don't worry, Jamie.

She'll recover,

despite your beating her.

Claire's a strong woman.

But if you ever tan her hide again

or wound her heart,

you'd be amazed at what my concoctions
can do to a body.

It would be a shame

to ruin such a pretty package.

Your husband was right.

You should mind to your own affairs.

Dougal tells ye something, it's as if it's law.

Devil, man. He's just a lad.

His mouth has been in Colum's ear
and his lips half up his arse!

He gave Colum the moneys
collected for the Jacobites.

And it wasna his to give.

It wasna Colum's to take.

The MacKenzie ordered me to do it!

I was just serving my oath
to himself as given!

Or would you have me
lie to the laird?

If the MacKenzie asked you the same,
you'd do it, would you not?

Not after what he did to Dougal, no.

And what about you, Jamie?

Where does your loyalty lie
between the Chief and the War Chief?

Now, there is but one laird
of the clan, is there not?

Enough of this blather.

The issue needs no debate.

The lad shoulda come to us
for counsel afore taking action.

For his disobedience, he's getting
the due course of punishment.

Besides, this is MacKenzie business.

You Frasers should mind to yer own.

Now, stand aside
and let us get back to ours.

Hey.

What's all this, then?

I thought we were hunting stag?

Aye.

Who's with me?

I Kent I'd find ye here.

This has been yer secret place
since ye were a lad.

Not so secret if ye found me so easily.

Ye promised we would speak.

Aye.

I remember the first time I saw you,
James Fraser,

coming through the gates at Leoch.

I was only seven years old, still a child.

You didn't notice back then

how my heart leapt when you were near.

And you went away all those years,
I never forgot ye.

I'm wed now.

And 'twas a gallant thing ye did.

Marrying the Sassenach
to spare her from the British.

'Tis true the marriage
was Dougal's arrangement, but...

You dinna look very happy.

Ye look like ye're carrying the world
on yer back.

Laoghake.

When you returned, when you took
the beating for me in the great hall,

I knew I wasn't wrong.

That you felt the same.

And then, that day in the alcove,

the way you kissed me.

She was married before.

But I've lain with no one.

I want ye

to be the first

and only one to have me.

No.

I made a vow and I'll not break it.

Even for a lass as bonnie as you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Colum's men took grievous offence
over how they treated Willie.

- Where's Dougal?
- I dinna ken.

But this has been smouldering since
we've returned.

We better douse this wee scrap

before it explodes
and the heat reaches Colum.

He'll be taking hands or even heads
if he thinks the clans like this.

How do you stop two dogs from fighting

Shall I give them two buckets myself?

Bastard!

It's over!

I cry a draw.

Now, now.

It's either carry on fighting as enemies,
or drink as friends.

Murtagh, let's get these good lads
some whisky.

You settled that stramash
like a future chief of the MacKenzies.

There's the reason you're not known
for your sense of humour.

Well, if it's plain talk you're after,

here's something for you to chew on.

It's getting a wee bit uncomfortable
around here for my taste.

Rupert's right.

This is not our fight.

I'll saddle the horses.

Ye take hold of Claire and we'll be
away from here this very night.

And how would we live?

Horrocks was my best chance,

and now, I may be even an outlaw for good.

We'll live off the land.

Or has castle life made ye soft?

Would ye have me sleeping under a tree

come winter with my wife?

Leave her, then.

We can send for the lass
when we find safe beds.

Aye, spoken like the unwed man ye are.

For pity's sake, Jamie,

it's either up tail and away,
or we stay and pick a side.

It's not like Colum's gonna give
Dougal back the gold.

Not that I see that it matters much either way.

The Bonnie Prince isna sailing
from Italy anytime soon.

No,

he isna, is he?

Peace, you say? Peace?

You come here and tell me
that clansman brawls with clansman!

That my own brother defies me.

How can there be peace
until such disloyalty is punished?

Well, chastising the guilty
might sooth yer anger,

but I doubt it will accomplish anything more.

The bad blood will only fester,
leading to more violence,

until the clan explodes into open warfare.

What would you have me do?

Make yer brother a gift of the Jacobite gold.

You'd have me commit treason to the crown?

Sanction a Stuart restoration to the throne?

A Stuart restoration is but
an airy hope, my Laird.

There is no Jacobite army.

The Highland clans are too busy
reiving each other's cattle

to even consider uniting.

While Bonnie Prince Charlie lounges idly,
being pampered by the Pope.

Aye. Aye, all that is true.

Meanwhile, my own clan teeters
on the brink of civil war.

Then remove the source
of the immediate conflict.

Give Dougal back the gold
and ye pacify him and his companions.

Let yer brother play the rebel,
as long as he does it quietly.

Let him whisper of a free Scotland for now,

while you bide your time

and wait to see how events transpire.

If Bonnie Prince Charlie
ever returns with a call to arms,

you can decide then which side to back.

Dougal may be War Chief,

but he knows only you can cry for war.

Bring my brother and Ned Gowan here.

Are we to stand here all day,

or is there a purpose to this summons?

One day, brother,

you'll talk your head off
your shoulders and right onto a pike.

A month ago, you swore an oath to me
on this dirk.

Ye recall?

Aye.

So tell me, brother,

what's a man's word worth these days?

A bag of gold, perhaps?

My oath to you is an oath to Scotland.

I've not broken it, nor will I ever.

We'll see.

Go on, then.

Play the rebel.

See where it leads ye.

I thank you, brother.

Ned, send a missive
to the Duke of Sandringham,

inviting him to a banquet in his honour.

Best warn the men of the household
to keep their arses out of his reach.

Sweet Christ, man, can ye not keep
that tongue of yers from wagging?

Very wise, Laird,

to get the measure of the Jacobite cause

from an Englishman's perspective.

It will take more than yer approval

to get back in my good graces, Ned Gowan.

Get out of my sight, all three of you.

Colum and Dougal have mended fences.

So, you're safe to live in obscurity
for another day.

It was not worth it.

I'd have to live there alone.

Well, there's no shortage
of Highlanders at Leoch.

That's not the company I crave, lass,
and you ken it well.

Our lives in the Highlands
are steeped in tradition,

custom and ritual.

So I've seen.

And Colum chose to risk looking weak,

publicly changing his position,

because peace was
more important than custom.

I saw a rigid man bend.

I saw a rigid man bend.

It made me mindful.

About what?

Wives obey their husbands.

Husbands discipline them
when they don't.

Well, that's how it was
with my father,

and his father and on
and on and on back.

But maybe, for you and me,
it has to go a different way.

I swear on the cross
of my Lord Jesus,

and by the holy iron which I hold

that I give you my fealty
and pledge you my loyalty.

If ever my hand is raised
in rebellion against you again,

then I ask that this holy iron
might pierce my heart.

Is it not enough, Claire?

Do you not want me any more?

Do you wish to live separately?

Well, that's what I should want...

But I don't.

The key to Lallybroch.

What?

Yer ring.

I had the blacksmith
fashion your ring from my key.

Why didn't you tell me that before,
when you gave it to me?

I wanted to wait
until I took ye back to Lallybroch.

So ye'd know the place was
as much yours as mine.

But now, I dinna ken when, if ever,
we'll get back there.

- Jamie, l...
- And that...

That thought does not pain me
as much as it once might have.

You are my home now.

I want you, Claire.

I want ye so much,
I can scarcely breathe.

Will ye have me?

Yes. Yes, I'll have you.

Listen to me.

If you ever raise a hand to me again,
James Fraser,

I will cut your heart out
and have it for breakfast.

Do you understand me?

Do you?

You have my word.

You're mine.

Mine, now and forever.

And I mean to make you
call me master.

I am your master and you're mine.

Seems

I canna possess your soul
without losing my own.

Sassenach?

Yes, master?

What does "fucking" mean?

What?

"Fucking."

Well, after Fort William,
you called me a fucking bastard.

Well, that means what we just did.

What about "sadist"?

Ye called me that as well.

Well, that means someone who takes
sexual pleasure in hurting someone.

Oh, Well.

Ye dinna flatter me overmuch,

but I canna fault yer observations.

Was I too rough on you?

Well,

if you bed a vixen,
you have to expect to get bit.

Come here and bite me some more.

I'm ravenous.

So am I.

You meant food.

I'll go to the kitchen,
fetch us something to eat.

What on earth is this?

Where'd ye get that?

It was just there.

What's wrong? What is it?

It's an ill-wish.

Which is?

It's meant to bring pain or harm

or even death.

Who would put such a thing
underourbed?

Jamie?

Laoghake.