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[CLAIRE] Previously...

Mistress MacKenzie. May I present my son.

William Ransom.

This is the deed to the house. Your name's on it now with all the bank accounts.

[CLAIRE] I went through the stones to save my baby.

[BRIANNA] I can't believe this is goodbye.

[REALTOR] Are you interested?

- Mr. Cornelius Harnett, I presume. - How do I know we can trust you?

There'll be soldiers coming through that door to make arrests.

- How do you know? - Tell them to leave.

It was by my hand that this woman has died.

A life for a life.

When you've something worth taking, you'll see me again.

I made a promise to my sister. I'd bring Young Ian back to her.

[JAMIE] The musket balls will be enough for passage to Scotland.

[CAR APPROACHING]

♪ That ever since we met You've had a hold on me? ♪

♪ It happens to be true ♪

♪ I only want to be with you ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

[BRIANNA] You're back. How was it?

[ROGER] Found this at Oxfam.

Bit of seasoning, it'll be right as rain. A wee taste of home.

[BRIANNA] It's perfect.

[JEMMY SCREAMS]

Mama. Mandy hit me.

With a stick. And she didn't say she was sorry.

Mandy.

- Say you're sorry. - Won't.

Aye, you will.

Sorry.

[BRIANNA SIGHS]

- Sorry about that. - It's nae bother.

I've got wee ones myself. If they'd been living in a caravan for two years,

they'd have driven me mad wi' their mischief.

Yeah, it's been a lot.

How close are we on the bedrooms upstairs?

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I was meaning to say,

it's brilliant you're so keen to preserve the murals in the dining room,

but are you sure you won't let me plaster over that slash?

Bit of an eyesore now I've fixed everything else up.

It's been there since just after the '45. We're keeping it.

You were saying, the bedrooms.

Right. We can start upstairs as early as next week.

Whoever did the roof before did an okay job,

but there's loads of work up there still.

So I've changed the estimate.

[SCOFFS]

We're not looking for Buckingham Palace, just a simple upstairs.

I know it's higher than you were expecting.

- It's astronomical. - Well, have a think.

- Bree, this is... - We don't have it, do we?

We've burnt through nearly everything to get this far.

Well, we're halfway in.

We have a working kitchen, we have flushing toilets.

We're living the 20th century dream.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

What are you looking for?

I'm hungry, thought I'd have...

- An apple. - An apple?

Dinna want to catch that scurvy you speak about.

No, you don't.

Here.

Huh.

How is it?

Delicious.

Nice try, Jamie Fraser.

But I learned a long time ago

that Highlanders have an innate suspicion of fresh fruit. Here.

[JAMIE] Hmm.

But eat your apple as well. We're going to be on a ship for three months.

- If you say so, Sassenach. - I do say so.

How many women do you know who are my age who still have all their own teeth?

[JAMIE] Hmm.

Well, I admit, you're very well-preserved for such an old crone.

[SCOFFS] An old crone?

[CHUCKLES]

[TWIG SNAPS]

[YOUNG IAN] Who's there?

Arch Bug.

Is that you?

Show yourself. I'm no' afraid of you.

I ken you made a promise and I ken you mean to keep it.

Well then, let's settle it here and now, man.

I'm no' afraid of you, do you hear?

Calm yourself.

It's not him. It's in your head.

This is what he wants. For it to eat you up inside. It's nothing.

I'm no' worried for myself, Uncle.

But he means to kill someone I love.

And he kens how much I love the two of you.

Arch Bug will no' be killing anyone.

The three of us, together, we'll make sure of that.

Get the fire going, lad.

[RETCHING]

Thank you.

Just about all that declaration is good for. The arrogance of it.

Uncle Hal will be proud of you.

Trust you to bring up my father at a time like this.

He'd be mortified to see me in my current state.

I'm expected to have a dazzling career.

Oh, come now, don't be so dour, cousin. We're celebrating your new posting.

I'm still awaiting my orders.

Yes, but New York?

Just seems so far away.

We did not leave England just to languish here in North Carolina.

We left to put down this rebellion once and for all.

It will be glorious.

Yes, "glorious."

Or bloody carnage.

[SIGHS]

I do wish you'd been posted there with me, William.

Soon, I hope.

But tonight, we're drinking to you.

[REDCOATS LAUGHING]

- I'm weary, William. - The night is young, cousin.

[MAN] Bloody whore!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[MAN] Keep your hands off of me.

[WOMAN CRYING] Please. Please, stop it.

I'm sorry!

- [GRUNTS] - [SCREAMS]

You damned fireship!

She's got the pox!

Please, I didn't know.

Look at your neck. It's scarlet!

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

You expect me to believe you didn't know, whore?

You tried to kill me and made me pay for the pleasure of it.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[LAUGHTER]

[REDCOATS CHANTING] Fireship! Fireship!

Fireship! Fireship!

- Whore! - Put boots to that whore.

Fireship! Fireship! Fireship!

- He's going to kill her. - Don't.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[WOMAN GROANING]

[LAUGHING]

God curse you!

May your goddamned pricks all rot and fall off!

Got too many hot coals up your ass, Lieutenant?

You vile bastard!

[WOMAN] What's happened here?

We should go.

William.

Let's get another drink, mate.

"Your grandmother says it's always 200 years, give or take."

"This is true in the old fairy tales, and in our own experience."

"But Geillis Duncan went further than that."

"Of course, her belief in the necessity of blood sacrifice is wrong."

[CHUCKLES]

"Blood sacrifice is wrong." Well, yeah.

[HEAVY SIGH]

[GROANS]

It's gonna take me bloody 200 years to write all this down.

What the hell?

Gold?

Jem, Mandy, it's time to get you ready for school.

Let's get you up and dressed.

[WINCES, GRUNTS]

Jemmy.

Why is my clock-radio in bits on the floor?

Jeremiah?

According to Jemmy, we have an infestation of fairy folk.

[HESITATES]

You want to tell us the truth about what happened to the radio?

[SIGHS] The pixies came and took it apart.

Right.

No pocket money this week. Go get ready for school.

- Can you put it back together? - Sure.

If the pixies didn't lose any of the parts.

I wonder where he got that from.

Scotland has its fair share of fairy folk, but pixies,

is a wee bit frivolous for us.

We tend toward the grimmer manifestations of the supernatural.

Water horses,

banshee, uh,

blue hags.

It's not like Jemmy to lie.

So you think we've had some supernatural visitors, too?

Well, they do say they have a fondness for precious metals,

and I did find this.

I was mindlessly rolling it around in my fingers and...

Huh.

Mama and Da must've put it in the box as a clue about the Jacobite gold.

Do you think we should talk to Jemmy about it?

See what he knows?

Not yet.

I am glad they'll have your book someday, to help them understand.

- But for now, I just want them to be... - Kids.

Yeah, me, too.

How's it going? [SIGHS]

You look good sitting at that desk.

I can picture Da sitting here. Do you feel like a laird behind it?

Do I look like a laird?

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

Shoot, I'm gonna be late. I need to go. A kiss for luck?

Aye.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Sir.

[CAPTAIN RICHARDSON] Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.

Some rather disgraceful events last night.

I did hear, however, that one man tried to intervene.

I couldn't prevent it, Captain Richardson.

But you tried.,

Very few men have the courage to confront their fellow soldiers.

I have a proposition to put before you, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

I am charged with the gathering of intelligence in the southern colonies.

Not that I'm in command of such operations,

but a small part of them.

I appreciate the value of such operations, sir.

But for myself...

You have no interest in spying, of course not.

Few men who regard themselves as soldiers do.

I am not, however, recruiting you as a spy,

but rather as a messenger to our allies.

I gather from your father you've traveled extensively

in North Carolina and Virginia, where you have a plantation?

Yes.

Are you familiar with the Great Dismal Swamp?

I am.

A fetid place. I've traveled there on hunting expeditions.

Do not open these.

They are for Samuel Cartwright, Henry Carver,

and Joshua Harrington's eyes only.

Remember those names, they will not be written down.

You will find them in Dismal Town.

Say only you are a friend of Cartwright's cousin

and looking for work.

Deliver these letters with the utmost discretion.

When that is done, travel north and join General Burgoyne's forces in New York.

I'll be there as well.

I will not disappoint you, sir.

Depart today, as soon as you are able.

And see you don't die.

You don't mind me eating, do you, Miss, um...

Mrs. MacKenzie.

Oh, that's right. In fact, do you want to fetch us both a quick cuppa?

Uh... milk.

Just a splash, yeah.

Oh, and two sugars, if you please.

If you remember that, you'll do well here.

- Here are my credentials. - Mmm.

As you can see, I was working toward my degree in engineering at MIT.

I've had a couple of apprenticeships,

and I was top of my class, before taking some time off due to family issues.

I've earned the relevant City & Guilds qualification...

No. I'm sorry, there's been a... [CHUCKLES] ...a misunderstanding.

It's a secretary we'll be needing.

Perhaps so. But I'm applying for the plant inspector position.

[CHUCKLES]

But you're a woman.

And what aspects of plant inspection require a penis?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Work environment's not suitable for a female.

The conditions are rough.

To be perfectly honest, so are the men you'd encounter.

So you hire the type of men who would assault a woman?

No. 'Course not.

Are your plants physically dangerous?

In that case, you do need an inspector.

It's more about...

I noticed on my way in that your fish ladder isn't in working order,

so unless you want a steep fine from the regulatory board,

that needs to be fixed.

Far more concerning,

you're releasing water over the spillway rather than through the dam.

I'm guessing that means one of your turbines is out of service,

but you should be passing the excess water through the dam dispersal unit.

Now, whether it's wear and tear or because the storms last week

caused debris to be pulled into the turbine, I can't say without looking.

But I promise you,

that once I do, I will be able to identify the problem

and tell you how to fix it, promptly and economically.

Samuel Cartwright, Henry Carver,

Joshua Harrington.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Jupiter!

[HISSING]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GASPING]

[GRUNTS]

Jupiter.

Jupiter!

[CORNELIUS] Mr. Fraser.

Mr. Fraser.

- Mr. Harnett. - How good to see you again.

Do you have a moment?

Are you heading north to join the cause? Who will you be serving under?

I'm afraid my wife and I have business of a personal nature to attend to

in Scotland.

What luck that I should see you today.

General Schuyler desperately needs soldiers up at Fort Ticonderoga,

to stall a British advance. Washington has none to spare.

Who better than the Sons of Liberty

to convince men to take up arms for the cause.

So if you'd be so good as to sign here, Mr. Fraser.

Next ship leaves in the morning.

I will join the fight, Mr. Harnett, but I, uh, canna do so yet.

Perhaps your business can wait.

Rowan County has yet to meet its quota of men.

Which means we have the authority to compel its citizens to join us.

The Continental Congress has spoken on the matter.

You mean to conscript me?

I would be a fool not to, Mr. Fraser. You're a born leader.

Of course, the law does allow for you to send someone in your stead.

Who shall we send in your place?

I saved your life. This is the choice you give me?

You saved my life so I could fight another day.

Today is that day, Mr. Fraser.

For you as well.

You want to fight?

[JAMIE SIGHS]

Aye.

But not for the ideal of freedom or liberty.

Nor for the sake of being on the winning side, but for you.

For Bree and the wee lad and lass.

For our family.

And because I couldna ask anyone to fight in my place.

Well, if that isn't an ideal, I don't know what is.

We've lost so much. Nothing is guaranteed.

Not home, nor family,

nor law, nor life itself.

But I do ken we willna lose this war.

At the very least, I can promise victory.

The ship sails at dawn for New Haven.

I'll travel by foot from there to Fort Ticonderoga,

as a colonel of militia.

I wasn't prepared to join a war tonight. Neither were you.

And I won't let you go without me. They'll need doctors.

- I'm coming with you, too, Uncle. - No, lad.

Sail home to Scotland. I made a promise to your mother.

You promised we'd return some day.

And we will.

I love this land, I want to fight for it.

Ian, I dinna ken if it's wise.

The Indians.

Many will have already sided with the British Army.

I've heard the Shawnee are divided as to which side they'll choose in this war.

I could offer my services, speak to Mr. Harnett.

You mean to ride all the way through Virginia?

Aye. If it will help.

And if Mr. Harnett is willing.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [JEMMY] You have to be quiet. - [MANDY] Jemmy!

[JEMMY] Do you remember how to count to 100?

- [MANDY] Stop it! - What? You're so annoying.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CHATTER STOPS]

It's too quiet. Where's your sister?

Do it again.

Come here, you.

What have I told you about putting your sister in the priest hole?

[JEMMY] Sorry.

I have to work on my punishments.

I got the job.

That's great.

Well done, you.

"Well done?" That's it? That's all I get?

Kids, go play in the parlor for a minute.

You didn't think I'd get it, did you?

Not because of you. Because of them.

I admit, I didn't think they would give the job to a woman.

Well, they did. And yet, you're still not excited.

[CHUCKLES]

Because you want to be the breadwinner.

Call me old-fashioned, but, yeah.

More than anything, I just want to support my wife and children. And I'm not.

Come on. There was a time when you had your heart set on being a minister.

That's true. But then I used to believe that God was in control.

That everything was a part of His unalterable divine plan.

And then, we went and saved your parents' lives and literally

changed history.

We changed the plan.

And I don't think I need to tell you how relieved I am that

Jamie and Claire survived.

[SPUTTERS, SIGHS]

I suppose it was a comfort to think that things couldn't change.

That they're predestined.

And that God's in His Heaven and all's right with the world.

Okay. But who's to say that

everything that happened wasn't part of God's plan?

I just wish I knew what that plan was.

The last thing your father said to me was there was no other man he'd trust

with his daughter. Your mother said, "Take care of our girl."

I promised them both.

And I feel as if I'm failing.

Hey, you're not.

You're not.

[SIGHS]

I should have said it sooner. I'm sorry.

I am proud of you.

It's your new colleagues I should be worried about, not you.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

They don't know what's coming.

[BRIANNA] Mmm-mmm.

[INSECTS TRILLING]

[BIRD CALLING]

Samuel Cartwright.

Joshua Harrington.

Goddamn this swamp.

[GRUNTING]

[TWIG SNAPS]

I mean you no harm, sir.

Do you speak English?

I've met Englishmen who'd say no.

I think you'll understand me well enough.

You're Scottish.

- I... - I lived with the Mohawk for a time.

I can pay you handsomely

if you'd be willing to give me something to eat or drink.

How generous, seeing as you dinna look as if you have very much to offer.

I don't have much now, I grant you.

But if you help me...

We must see to your wound.

What's your name?

William Ransom.

You know my father?

He's a friend of my uncle. James Fraser?

I believe you've met him.

Yes. My father holds him in high regard.

The respect goes both ways.

We've met as well, briefly, when you visited Fraser's Ridge.

I'm sorry. I do not remember.

You're lucky I found you.

We have to get these wee bits of wood out.

[RANSOM GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS, WINCES]

Put your head between your knees.

I am not giddy, I assure you.

[GRUNTS, PANTS]

Now let it dry.

It's a good distance if we're to find you a physician.

I'm not in need of one, thank you.

We'll see about that.

How did you come to live among the Mohawk?

I was adopted by them.

I was married to a woman of the Wolf Clan.

Thank you.

[EXHALES]

I understand that the Mohawk think it dishonorable

to show any fear whatsoever.

That if captured or tortured,

they will exhibit no outward sign of distress. Is it true?

Mostly, you try not to put yourself in that position.

If you do,

you sing your death song

and hope to die well.

What sort of song would that be, the death song?

I've only heard one.

There's a good deal about who he was, the man who is dying.

A bit about his victories,

who he'd killed.

Does one compose it in advance?

Or trust the muse of inspiration to find you?

You're not dying.

No.

No. Only wondering.

Aye.

Well, it's a wee bit of both.

[CHUCKLES]

I am William Clarence Henry George Ransom.

Earl of...

No, that's too long.

I am William James.

I am William.

There's more to it than your name.

And if I have no deeds worthy of committing to song?

Well then, best not die.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

He likes you.

Already thinks of you as family.

Jesus H. Roosevelt.

Tom?

Oh.

I beg your pardon.

[EXHALES]

You should be dead.

So should you.

The fire at the Ridge.

Your husband, he is alive, too?

Yes.

I'm glad to hear it.

Are you staying in town?

Uh, we're staying at the Red Falcon Inn.

Then allow me to accompany you.

[TOM] Here.

[CLAIRE] Thank you.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Does, uh...

Does Mr. Fraser know...

I did not tell him the reason for my confession.

You mean, does he know about your

gallant feelings towards me?

Mmm.

Yes, he does.

He's sympathetic towards you.

Knowing from experience what it's like to...

to love me, as it were.

Anyway, how did you manage to escape?

Uh, upon discovering that I was literate and could write a fair hand,

Governor Martin removed me from the brig to be his secretary.

Mmm.

If I hadn't mended your hand...

We have taken turns saving each other's lives, it would seem.

After several months, an official secretary arrived.

By that time, with the Governor's influence dwindled,

there was no one for them to surrender me to.

- Why did you not return to the Ridge? - Oh, I...

I inquired and heard that my son had left, never to return.

After everything that happened, I decided it best not to return either.

Is it true that your house burned down?

Yes.

We lost everything.

[SIGHS]

Um...

A man named McCreary, from Woolam's Creek,

brought me news of the incident, so I placed an obituary.

- You did? - Mmm.

I could not abide the thought that you,

all of you, should vanish from the Earth with no formal marking of the event.

I thought I would at least make a record,

as I could not lay flowers on your grave.

The Lord does answer prayer, you know.

What did you pray for?

Oh.

You are a most uncomfortable woman.

[CHUCKLES]

You wouldn't be the first person to think that.

And I don't mean to pry, Tom, I was just curious.

I, uh...

I asked why, that's all.

And now you are here. So I'll say it.

I have loved two women.

One was a witch and a whore.

Some say you are a witch yourself.

Makes not a whit of difference.

The love of you has led me to my salvation,

and to what I thought was my peace,

once I thought you dead.

And yet, here you are.

I shall have no peace while you live, woman.

[SIGHS]

Mind...

I don't say I regret it.

He kissed me.

Liked it, did you?

It isn't funny.

Did he like it?

Had I better go kill him?

Don't be ridiculous.

It was an honest question, Sassenach. Not a serious one, but honest.

- He touched you against your will. - He did. And, no, I didn't like it.

But not on Tom's account.

Poor fellow.

He wouldn't want your sympathy.

He would not. But he's got it, nonetheless.

Still, I am glad of it.

Glad of what?

That he's alive, or surely not that he thinks he's in love with me?

Dinna belittle his feelings, Sassenach.

He laid down his life for you once.

I'd trust him to do it again.

I didn't want him to do it the first time.

The thing about Tom is,

he wants you. Badly.

[CLAIRE CHUCKLES]

- But he doesna ken a thing about you. - Oh, and you do?

[JAMIE] Mmm.

I've want and need in plenty,

but I've never kissed you without kenning who you are,

and that's something poor Tom will never know.

You didn't know a thing about me when you married me.

I knew some things.

- [SMACKS] - [CLAIRE CHUCKLES]

Besides that, I mean.

- Hmm. - [CHUCKLES]

You can't be jealous.

I can.

- But surely, you don't think... - I don't.

Well then...

I willna say I like Tom Christie,

but I'm very much pleased to know he's alive.

You didna do wrong grieving for him, Sassenach.

I grieved for him, too.

It's not gone white yet.

Adawehi said you wouldna come into your full power

until your hair turned white.

[CLAIRE CHUCKLES]

I haven't thought about that in ages.

Ah.

What's made you think of that?

I was thinking I have a wee bit of time yet

before you become too dangerous for me to bed you.

And what exactly do you think I might do to you in bed?

Well, so far, you've clawed me,

bitten me,

stabbed me more than once.

- [LAUGHS] I have not stabbed you. - You have.

You stabbed me in the backside

with your nasty wee needles

and a dozen times more with a rattlesnake's fang.

I was saving your bloody life.

[JAMIE] I didna say otherwise, did I?

You're not gonna deny you enjoyed it, though, are you?

[CLAIRE] Rattlesnake fang, no, but as for the hypodermic,

you deserved it.

Do no harm, is it?

If you're counting what I'd done to you in bed, you can't count the shots.

- I was in bed. - I wasn't.

[JAMIE] Aye.

You took unfair advantage.

- Did I? - Mmm.

How would you like it if I were jealous?

You were.

Of Laoghaire.

And I liked it fine.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Maybe you still are.

Hmm?

Aye. Aye, I thought so.

[YOUNG IAN] Hold on a wee bit longer.

Anyone home? We need help.

Are you Denzell Hunter?

- Neighbor said you're a physician. - I am.

My name is Ian Murray. This is William Ransom. He's been injured.

Rachel!

- What's wrong? - These men need our urgent assistance.

[GRUNTING, PANTING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Rachel, fetch the saw.

Wait.

You canna mean to...

Poisonous bile is spreading through thy friend's body. I must remove his arm.

[RANSOM] No.

No. I will not submit to this.

Then kindly remove thyself from our table.

I'd rather die than have you amputate my arm.

You canna do that. You still need a proper death song, aye?

Here.

My Uncle Jamie gave this in a moment when I needed it most.

It'll give you strength.

Between thy teeth.

Hold him.

[YOUNG IAN] Thee must brace thyself.

[RANSOM GRUNTING]

[SIGHING]

Thanks be to God.

Is... Is that good?

It appears the bile has collected in an abscess.

If we release this fluid, the poison should leave the body with it.

- And you willna have to amputate? - Not today.

I thought thee might need refreshment.

- Thee was at William's bedside all night. - That's kind of you.

It seems he's overcome the worst of his fever.

Good.

Then I should take my leave of you.

Oh?

I thought thee might stay until William's well to travel.

There's somewhere I must be.

I canna afford to lose another day's ride.

Thank you for helping my friend see reason.

I've been told my manner can be too forward.

Maybe I'm used to it. My auntie is a physician.

- Is she, indeed? - Aye.

I've seen her heal plenty of stubborn men.

Sometimes, too forward is exactly what they need.

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you for the tea.

But I'll be on my way.

Is thee certain thee wouldn't like to say goodbye to William?

He should be awake soon.

You may tell him goodbye for me.

I will.

Oh.

He wanted to return this to you.

I'd like him to keep it.

And give him this, too, when he's ready to leave.

He'll need to purchase a horse.

Thee is most generous. I'll make sure he receives it.

It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Hunter.

And that of your brother.

It was a pleasure for me as well.

Goodbye then.

Goodbye.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Goodbye, Rollo.

Roger, where are all the biscuits and crisps?

And the lemonade. I just went shopping yesterday.

Maybe it was the pixies again.

Jem, do you know what happened to all the biscuits and crisps?

- No. - [BRIANNA] Jemmy, tell the truth.

It was the Nuckelavee.

Nuckelavee?

It's a folk tale from the Northern Isles.

Kind of a horse-like demon.

Who told you about that, Jem?

It wasn't Grandda, was it?

I met one.

When we were outside earlier. He said he'd eat Mandy if I didn't bring him food.

Jemmy!

It's true.

I'm sorry I lied before about the pixies, Mama.

I broke the alarm clock. I was only trying to see how it worked.

But I mean it this time. The Nuckelavee is real.

[MANDY] I need another color now.

[JEMMY] I've got one.

[BRIANNA SIGHS]

First pixies and now Nuckelavees. Did he really think we'd believe him?

I think he believes it.

And can you blame him, Bree?

He's traveled through time.

He told us that Mandy could travel, too, before she could even talk.

- He knows there's magic in the world. - It's all true.

And he has been really good about not telling people what he can do,

but those biscuits didn't eat themselves.

So, unless you think the Nuckelavee is real...

I'll talk to him.

I just worry that if we stifle his imagination,

he'll forget where he comes form,

who he comes from.

He'll stop believing his own story.

Fine. But if he ends up with imaginary cavities, you're handling it.

[LAUGHS]

Deal.

It is regrettable thee cannot keep thy beard.

It is such a striking color.

I should think you'd consider it unseemly for me to have it, Miss Hunter.

Both, because I am a gentleman and because I understand that

Quakers deem vivid colors to be too worldly.

Immodest ornament is hardly the same as acceptance of God's gifts.

Do roses fling away their petals?

I very much doubt that roses find their petals to be as pruriginous

as a beard.

- Itchy. - [CHUCKLES]

Thy speech is far superior to thy clothes, William.

But thee has not said what brought thee to the Great Dismal.

It is a rare thing to see a gentleman of thy caliber in our part of the world.

Well, it was brought to my attention that

the hunting is unparalleled in these parts.

Does thee often go hunting unarmed?

My horse bolted, as you know, ran off with my rifle.

Careful, Miss Hunter, or I shall begin to think you take me for a liar.

I do.

Or at least, I think thee is not telling me the whole tale.

[SCOFFS]

May I see thy wound?

It has made a fine scar, I think.

It looks like the star which led the Wise Men.

Not too worldly, then?

It fits thy character.

It is good thee has recovered so quickly. My brother and I,

we will be leaving this place in a few days.

Why?

At the last Yearly Meeting of the Society of Friends,

we all prayed on the matter of politics.

We were advised that peace lay in reconciliation with Mother England.

But the spirit moved my brother to speak in favor of independence.

You mean rebellion.

I do not.

Liberty is a gift from God. Denny said we must endeavor to preserve it.

Some saw that as encouraging violence. So Denny was put out of Meeting.

I think thee cannot perhaps understand what that means.

I gather that is grave indeed.

Something like being drummed out of one's regiment.

It is more akin to being drummed out of one's family.

But it has not deterred my brother.

He intends to join the Continental Army as a surgeon. One of the soldiers,

Samuel Cartwright, said there was a call for men at Ticonderoga.

When we leave, that is where we will go.

Is that Samuel Cartwright from here in Dismal Town?

Yes. He is a neighbor of ours.

- Is thee acquainted with him? - He is known to a friend of mine.

My path also takes me north.

It's a dangerous road. Perhaps I could accompany you and your brother.

I would very much appreciate having some company

on my journey.

Then I thank thee, William. I will let my brother know.

[EXHALES]

[CLAIRE] People who don't believe in telepathy

have never set foot on a battlefield

or served with an army.

Something passes unseen from man to man when an army is on the move.

The air itself is alive with feeling,

half eagerness, half dread,

it dances over the skin,

knowing with every step, death walks beside them.

Each hoping to live,

or die well.

There it is. Ticonderoga.