Previously...
Murtagh.
If anyone's going to kill you, it's going to be me.
Meet me at Leathers. I'll leave a mark for you
by the tree near the broken wall.
I'll find the mark and meet you there.
You, Fraser, are a liar,
a fantasist, and a scoundrel.
Ye're soon to be wed, lad.
Well, ye'll be charmed by her.
I willna harm him, or see him harmed.
You have my word.
You must break wi' him. For good.
You have my word.
Christ, I've missed you.
What is it?
We canna be together, Brian.
I was beguiled by you for a time,
but my heart has changed.
'Tis over between us.
I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.
Are you gonna share the cake with bunny?
What's Mommy got?
Oh, look at that.
Yes!
Oh, this is for you, my darling.
Yes.
Big blow.
Make a wish.
Well done.
To Claire.
May all your years
on this gloriously extraordinary Earth
be as joyful and love-filled as these first two.
And to the grand adventures awaiting you...
may whichever paths you take lead you far and wide,
yet always guide you back home.
Travels and adventures for a two-year-old, Q, really?
Ah.
Just look at those eyes.
Mark my words.
She has the spirit of an explorer.
And she understands the importance
of careful excavation.
Can I please keep my little girl
a bit longer before you send her off
to excavate Egyptian tombs?
Yes, perhaps we have some simpler expeditions first...
Hyde Park, perhaps.
Right, big slice for the birthday girl.
Ready?
Mmm.
Wow!
- There we go. - Look at this.
- A big slice for Claire. - Oh.
- Ah. - Big birthday girl.
♪ Long the way ♪
♪ O'er the bridge I crossed ♪
♪ For my love ♪
♪ For my love that's lost ♪
♪ By the brae ♪
♪ In the verdant moss ♪
♪ Where I watch Where I wait ♪
♪ For my love that's lost ♪
♪ Hi a bho ♪
♪ Hoireann eile o ♪
♪ Hi a bho ♪
♪ Fair a leo fair a lè ♪
♪ Hi a bho ♪
♪ Hoireann eile o ♪
♪ 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràdh ♪
♪ Agus m' eudail o ♪
No' a man of substance.
Surely that depends on the measuring of it.
I've plenty to offer.
Aye, well, ye must have a wee bit of something
if someone's willing to pay handsomely to see ye dead.
Ellen doesna want me anymore.
Beggars belief, does it not?
We're fighting for our lives in the thick of danger,
and yer mind's on Ellen?
Ye're mind's gone soft.
Mind, I'd love to help put an end
to yer suffering...
and so would the Gallowglasses.
But unlike me, they, and whoever paid them,
want to see you buried six foot under.
Her words said one thing,
but her eyes another.
I canna make sense of it.
Take heed, man!
If ye dinna care for your own life,
have a thought for mine!
I...
Forget what she said.
What did her eyes tell you?
They belied her words.
And what does your heart tell you?
I'll love her till my dying breath.
Aye.
I am sorry, Murtagh.
I am.
I ken ye...
ye didna want to hear that.
I used to imagine a life wi' Ellen,
dream of what could be.
But now I see it's...
it's nothing like the love she bears for you.
- Not anymore. - Aye.
She does, I've seen the way she looks at you.
She loves you.
Yours is the kind of love ye hear about in legends...
beyond the reach of any ordinary man.
She's meant for you, and you for her.
There's a reason she broke from me.
There must be.
Ye're free to walk into Leoch.
Aye.
As good as invited to the wedding,
but the day is nigh.
Will you help me get to her?
So she willna wed Malcolm Grant after all, then?
Not if I have anything to do with it.
Ah!
That should hold.
Aye.
Ah!
Who hired ye?
I said, who hired ye!
You will regret this silence.
Colum...
Colum MacKenzie.
Christ.
I ken they didna like ye,
but spending coin to murder ye?
Why would Colum wish ye dead?
To keep me from Ellen for good,
assure his union with the Grants.
Forgive me,
but I canna leave you alive.
How can I leave ye?
Ah, 'tis a scratch, that's all.
Go.
Hold fast, cousin.
I'll return as soon as I can.
It may no' be the dream ye held in yer heart, my dear,
but a ceremony fit for royalty.
Am I to be queen or captive?
A bit of both, perhaps.
But even if it is a cage,
it's said that Castle Grant's walls
are lined with silk and gold.
Well, Glenna,
at least we shall explore its grandeur together.
Lady Ellen.
Mistress Fitzgibbons.
Good day.
Mr. MacRannoch.
I canna claim to be happy.
It's a grievous day for all unwed men in the Highlands.
'Tis God's design and not mine
that ye're bound to another.
But with all the sincerity of my soul,
I offer my heartfelt wishes on your union, Lady Ellen.
Thank you.
What's this?
A gift to commemorate your wedding.
Oh, that's kind of ye.
Mr. MacRannoch, ye understand that
Mr. Grant will arrive soon,
and we canna have him laying eyes upon
Lady Ellen before the wedding.
'Tis bad luck.
Thank you.
Oh!
There you are, Hetty.
Aye, m'lady.
Well, I dinna mean to interrupt,
but when ye're finished with yer business here,
I need you in my chamber.
As you wish, m'lady.
And who might you be?
Your soon-to-be sister-in-law.
Maura Grant?
Aye.
Ye've grown.
You've a keen sense of observation, Dougal MacKenzie.
You've grown as well.
As ye were.
Who will inherit this chamber, I wonder?
If fortune smiles on us, it'll be Letitia,
with a bairn on the way.
I suppose ye'll have to hope that Malcolm is keen
to hear ye read these books aloud,
since ye'll have little time to do as ye please.
Not that ye'll be too keen to bother much
with wifely duties.
Perhaps not, Jocasta.
What's this? No sharp remark?
Ye speak the truth.
I understand the workings of a household well enough,
but I've neglected some of the finer points...
things our mother managed.
I've much to learn.
Perhaps you'll guide me.
Me?
Guide you?
You're more practiced than I.
Are ye unwell?
No.
But I am sorry.
An apology?
Whatever for?
For not consulting you
before our father arranged your match.
Had I known then what I know now,
I would have sought your counsel.
What's prompted this change of heart?
A shift in my perspective.
Recent events didn't unfold as I expected.
Janet, I owe you an apology as well.
Dinna fash, Ellen.
Not all matches are to be mourned.
I find myself quite content.
I'm truly glad to hear it.
To see the three of you together like this,
'tis a sight to warm the heart.
Save your tears for tomorrow, Glenna.
We've a lively gathering of women today.
The hens for Ellen's weddin' feast
willna pluck themselves.
Insolent fools to affront me like that.
The gall of Malcolm Grant to call me out before everyone.
And Erskine...
he'll nurse this grudge till the end of days.
That bastard can't let anything go.
Perhaps better to forget Grant's insults.
They've been troubling you since we left the tynchal.
But if you dwell on them
and allow such thoughts to take root...
Hold your tongue, woman.
You've no understanding of a man's honor
or the weight of his pride.
What do you know about anything?
I know that one day our son will be king.
And all will bow to you, My Lord.
Huh.
Indeed.
Aye.
Of all flowers, methinks...
the rose,
the English rose is best.
Simon will be king.
Perhaps some rest after our journey
will ease your mind.
A clear head would serve you well in plotting
your next move.
Huh.
Aye, you may be right.
A good night's sleep will clear my mind
and help me discern the way to clear Simon's path...
no matter what stands in the way.
Your strength and wisdom
will guide us through these challenges.
You will come to my bedchamber tonight, Julia.
Go on, go on, go on.
'Tis no use asking me.
Go on, Glenna.
'Tis your turn.
Regale us with something a wee bit filthy.
All in the spirit of fun, of course,
or pay the price.
What's the sauciest thing
Mr. Fitzgibbons has ever told ye?
- Go on! - I canna tell ye that.
Ye can!
I told you what Mr. Cameron said.
Glenna, go on.
Go on.
- When we were newly married... - Mm?
He...
he told me that I set his loins aflame...
with my luscious lips...
and my comely hips.
You have earned a drink.
We all need one
after hearing that.
For both your pleasure and as penance.
And ye'll need to give a pearl of your finest wisdom
for the bonnie bride.
I canna think.
Em, eh,
never swim with a full stomach.
Aye, or swive.
Ellen, 'tis your turn to entertain us.
No.
Let someone else go.
Course, ye willna have any saucy tales yourself just yet.
A sweet, sprightly spinster wed at Westminster
solemnly swore to survive her unsightly, simple spouse.
Your turn, Jocasta.
Let's see if you can do better.
A sprightly, sweet minster wed at Westspinster...
Ye're impossible to beat, Ellen MacKenzie.
An "unsightly simple spouse"?
I must say, Ellen, you have quite the knack
for stirring the pot.
Have I caused offense, Maura?
It's only a silly verse.
It's a bit of fun.
In a manner of speaking, aye.
Malcolm's held you in his heart
since he was but a wee lad of seven,
that summer our families met.
I have a concern for his well-being,
and thus for the match he makes.
And who asked for your thoughts on the matter, Maura Grant?
We're here to celebrate,
not to make fun of your brother's looks.
Indeed, yet as his sister,
it is my duty to speak and express my hope
that this union is as cherished by you, Ellen,
as it is anticipated by Malcolm.
Jocasta Cameron.
I never thought there'd come a day
when you'd leap to my defense.
Well, if anyone's to give you a bit of grief, it'll be me,
not some boot-mouthed,
hoity-toity Grant straight off the moor.
No.
Let us not forget, Ellen, we're sisters,
bound by blood...
and mischief.
Yay!
Your husband is here then?
Yes. I've left a sign for him
by the tree near the broken wall.
That's where William and I will meet him.
Well, ye must act quickly, lass.
Go fetch the bairn.
The wet nurse willna give you any bother.
Once you have him, go straight to the tree.
I'll distract Balloch, keep him close.
What is it?
If we are caught, I...
I can't ask you to risk your life.
After all you've done to keep Brian from harm,
I'll gladly take that risk.
No, no, no, you won't.
After I'm clear of the house, alert Balloch.
Tell him that I've been taken, kidnapped.
Kidnapped? Have you lost yer mind?
Perhaps.
But at the very least, it'll protect you from Lovat's wrath.
All right.
Oh, Davina.
I can't thank you enough.
Oh, you've thanked me enough, lass,
by protecting my son's life.
Now you give your wee son a kiss for me.
I will tell William all about you.
Go on now.
Godspeed.
Balloch!
Henry?
Julia!
A man is coming after us.
Hide and follow my lead.
Balloch!
Please!
Help me!
Please!
Thank goodness.
There's a man who tried to abduct Simon and me.
No! Leave him.
He needs to bear witness
so the woman who helped me won't be harmed.
Come. My horse is nearby.
Oh, lass.
Oh, such generosity,
and such good wishes.
How lucky ye've been.
Aye.
Save the last stitch until the last moment,
and your luck will continue.
Are we ready?
Shall I do it now?
This one as well.
Be careful when you're taking them out.
Yes, ma'am, right away.
Be very careful.
Of course.
You there, lass.
Can ye help me?
Have something for Lady Ellen from Malcolm Grant.
He wants her to have it now.
Can you tell me where her chamber is?
I saw you at Beltane,
with Murtagh, in Fraser tartan.
Did you?
No' many men hereabout with hair as black as yours.
Ye're Ellen's sister.
Jocasta Cameron.
And you are?
Brian Fraser.
And why would a Fraser disguised as a Grant
want to see my sister on the day of her wedding?
For what purpose?
Can ye please take me to her?
Do you think I'm a fool, Brian Fraser?
Why should I trust you when ye've lied about who ye are?
Ye've no reason to trust me.
But there is something Ellen must know
before she weds.
I should call to the guards.
You could, Mrs. Cameron.
Ye ken I wouldna be here without good reason.
If ye promise to take me to her chamber,
I'll share the reason for my presence.
Ah. Come in, dear.
Come and see your sister.
Ellen.
Brian?
Why have you come?
It's too dangerous for you to be here.
Aye, even more so when you consider
that Colum arranged to have him killed.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Hired the Gallowglasses
to do the deed for him.
Tried twice, and wounded Murtagh.
Murtagh's been hurt?
Colum broke his word.
He promised me that no harm would befall you.
Ye must go, now.
We've enough to worry about...
The man risked his life to be here.
Let Ellen hear what he has to say.
Ye said ye didna love me.
And I canna accept that as the truth.
Ye may tell me again that yer heart has changed,
but mine hasnae.
I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.
And I'm yours,
always and forever,
whatever that means to ye.
You have my heart,
my body,
and my soul.
Lady Ellen, no.
Heaven knows what Colum will do.
And ye ken what the Grants will do
if ye refuse to marry Malcolm.
You gave him your word.
Aye.
And he gave me his.
Colum broke his promise.
And that frees me of mine.
Ellen.
It's not customary for a bride to be seen
before her wedding,
but I needed to speak to you.
So I've come.
I ken this hasna been easy.
Thank you for standing strong today,
for the clan.
You can thank me after the ceremony.
Is there nothing else?
No burden you wish to share?
After today, such moments may be scarce.
All is well,
thankfully.
The rest can wait
for my letters.
Since ye're here,
allow me to give ye this.
I expect many in return.
Ye're too generous, Colum.
Surely once I'm a Grant,
you'll have little time for the concerns
of another man's wife.
Ye'll always be my sister, Ellen.
I hope we continue to share everything
as we always have.
I mean that.
There is one more thing.
Father's sword.
Aye.
It is tradition.
As the eldest, it's right that it goes to your groom
as a symbol of our allegiance
and Malcolm's duty to protect you.
It is our final mark of respect to the Grants.
We lay down our sword at their feet...
for our love of you.
Well, then let this be the last thing you ever do in my name,
or for love of me.
If you'll excuse me,
I need to prepare for my future.
Oh, look at them, Henry.
It's as if Quentin was born to teach her about
all the wonders of the natural world.
And I do love that she calls him Uncle Lamb.
I got it!
Now, look, this. This.
Well, he's the perfect mentor.
This is called the bivalve shell.
They're perfect.
Oh, speaking of adventure,
Mr. Knowles can't attend the solicitors' conference
in Edinburgh due to some family matters,
so he's asked me to go instead.
- To Scotland? - Mm.
Do you remember our early letters,
dreaming about the Highlands?
I certainly do.
The heather, lochs, glens and burns.
So once I've attended to my business,
I thought maybe we could turn those dreams into reality.
I've arranged a little holiday for us.
Should we see if we can do a sand castle?
Just the two of us?
Yes.
Sort of romantic journey.
We could take the train up to Inverness,
drive around the lochs,
explore the Highlands,
just me and you.
Our Claire will have a jolly old time
here with my brother.
Tap for luck.
Oh.
It's perfect.
I thought it could be our little escape.
No, I wanna do more.
That sounds perfect.
You know, I've been perusing some travel brochures.
They rather suggest it's like stepping back in time.
It's quite fitting, don't you think?
Do you want to try...
- I can't wait. - Mm.
A-and Henry...
Yes?
There might be another little one
joining us on our adventures soon.
You're not...
Yes, I just found out.
Ellen is gone?
Aye,
vanished into thin air,
on the very day of our wedding.
She has made a mockery of our agreement, of our clans!
Let us not jump to conclusions.
There may be reasons for her disappearance
that we may not yet understand...
Reasons?
On our wedding day,
there is no reason under the sun
that would be enough to justify this betrayal!
And you.
You will pay for this dearly.
When Mr. Bug returns my bladier to me,
I'll be certain he makes adequate reparations
for this grave offense.
She gave me her word that she would see this through!
Clan Grant came here under the promise of a union.
If it is not a wedding that binds our clans,
then it will be a price paid in blood.
We're not leaving Castle Leoch without a head or a hand.
We will find my sister.
She will answer to us for her actions.
I will see to it that our alliance holds...
one way or another.
Where do we go from here?
Find Dougal.
We cannot go to war with the Grants...
Ned, find my brother.
His skills are crucial now more than ever.
We need him.
And what shall I tell him?
Tell him that his clan needs him.
That's all.
Ensure he understands the urgency, but not the cause.
I trust you to handle this with discretion, Ned.
Aye, my Laird.
A union blessed by God
brings us together on this sacred day.
Let the groom step forward and join his bride.
Dougal MacKenzie,
wilt thou take this woman to be thy lawfully wedded wife?
Dougal MacKenzie,
wilt thou take this woman...
Aye.
And Lady Maura Grant, do you take this man
to be thy lawfully wedded husband?
Aye.
In the presence of God and before these witnesses,
I now pronounce you man and wife.
What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.
Aye, aye.
I never wanted to leave you like that, Brian.
Or to wound ye.
But Colum promised me he wouldna harm you
if I stayed away from you.
Oh, dinna fash.
Ye think if I'd believed ye, I'd be here now?
I'm no' fond of cramped spaces.
Or the company of chickens, if memory serves.
All hell broke loose when they discovered ye gone.
Ye should've seen the look in Dougal's eyes
when Colum told him he had to marry a Grant.
I thought he was gonna lose the contents of his bowels
there and then.
Dougal will be marrying Maura,
so there'll be a wedding after all.
It'll keep everyone occupied.
My congratulations to him and Maura.
Since we're not presently at war,
I'm glad he's found a way to be useful.
We'll return when the festivities
are in full swing.
Brian and I can slip away then, unnoticed.
Ye've finally found yer calling.
I love you too.
Oh, watch it, there.
Here's to cheating,
stealing, fighting,
and drinking.
If ye cheat,
may ye cheat death.
If ye steal,
may ye steal a woman's heart.
If ye fight, may ye fight for a brother.
And if ye drink, may ye drink wi' me.
To our bride and groom.
Slàinte Mhath.
Shall we?
Shall we what?
Uh, consummate the union.
Now?
I canna see why not.
Take me to your bedchamber.
Very well.
Sorry. Uh, right now?
I've seen ye. Ye ken what to do.
Aye.
This is, uh-this is different.
I'm a lass.
Ye're a laddie.
Aye, I just...
I didna awaken thinking today would be my wedding day.
'Tis only an ordeal if ye make it one.
The sooner we're finished, the sooner we can go down
to the feast.
Or d'ye not enjoy drinking and dancing?
Of course I do.
We have something in common then.
Does this suit you?
D'ye not wish to be undressed by your ladies' maid?
And waste time being dressed all over again?
It took an age to bind me into this garment.
I dinna wish to suffer through it twice in one day.
Would ye prefer that I
dinna see your face and ye dinna see mine?
'Tis time.
She'll need these.
We owe ye our lives.
Thank you both.
We couldn't have done this without you.
Just make your way safely, child.
That will be thanks enough.
I'll never forget ye.
Glenna Fitzgibbons, you would forget your own name
if I didna call you by it every day.
Aye, every single day since ye were a wee lassie.
Goodbye, Lady Ellen.
Thank you.
No one will glance at ye twice if ye behave as if ye belong.
Go.
And dinna look back.
Your grandfather would say
whiskey will fix what God cannot.
I should never have agreed to this.
You werena in any state to make such decisions, lad.
But good leadership isn't only about making all the decisions.
It's about knowing when to let others step in.
Ye're not just following in your father Isaac's footsteps.
Ye're becoming the man he was.
And it stings now, but with time...
Dinna talk to me of healing!
Lower your voice.
Remember who ye are-a Grant.
Conduct yourself as the man ye are, a Laird.
The man I am
was supposed to be with Lady Ellen by my side.
Oh.
She fled from ye,
ensnared ye with her charms, deceived ye.
Mind how ye talk of her.
Oh.
Do ye wish to break the spell she's cast upon you?
I canna see how that's possible.
Revenge, lad.
Revenge can mend a broken heart, oh aye.
Find out what the lass cherishes most
in all the world, and take it away from her.
Wound her as she's wounded you.
'Tis the only way to rid yourself of this torment.
Nurse your broken heart tomorrow.
For today, we rejoice for your sister's sake,
on her wedding day.
Good lad.
Mm.
U-uh, is-is all well?
Aye.
Uh, have I hurt you?
No.
Have you...
Uh, no, no.
Our business is not concluded then.
Up.
Angus, ye're taking too much.
Leave some for me.
Ye'd drink the whole lot if I let you.
Ugh.
Lady Ellen.
You've returned to me.
Ye're no Grant man.
What's the meaning of this?
I'm sorry.
You lying,
two-faced Jezebel.
Ye've jilted me?
Thrown me away for this poor excuse of a man?
Why?
I never made any promises to you, Malcolm.
It was all arranged.
I hold no ill will towards you.
I'm fond of you, but my heart belongs to Brian.
I'm sorry.
And what'll he do with it, hm?
What could he give you, this nobody?
I thought your intentions were honorable.
Yet, here you are
with this lowlife...
this bastard!
Shh.
Mr. Grant, let us pass.
Not while there's breath left in my body.
Malcolm, please.
Dinna do this.
- Malcolm, stop. - Ellen, no!
Brian!
I'll beg ye, if I must. Please.
For Ellen's sake, please.
Please, no.
I'm sorry.
Come.
If ye're here, there are some angry folk at Leoch...
a murderous MacKenzie or two, I'll bet.
- Are we safe? - Aye.
We made our way along the water's edge.
None but an eagle could have followed us here.
Your leg, are ye in much pain?
Depends if ye brought food or no'.
That's a good start.
But by food, I also mean whiskey.
There-there we are.
Feeling better already.
Good.
There will be trouble.
Malcolm is dead.
I killed him.
He was forced to do it.
Malcolm tried to stop us and would not relent.
Well,
that's unfortunate.
And he would have hunted us for the rest of our days.
He forced me, but...
I'd do it again.
I'd do anything for ye.
Did you not see which direction
that wretched admirer took them?
No, M'Laird...
Worthless woman!
Did you not see anything at all?
I saw my lady struggling to fight off the man
with wee Simon in her arms.
And then I cried out for Balloch at once.
Balloch, bested by a Sassenach-a disgrace!
Allowing my precious son to be taken from me.
That demented thief of a man will suffer the consequences
for what he's done here.
When you've finished here, Davina, get back inside
and tend to Balloch.
Make him well enough to join me!
- Go! - Aye, M'Laird.
What is your business here?
I'm searching for the man by the name of
Henry Beauchamp Grant.
The bladier of Clan Grant?
Aye.
I have it on good authority he's come this way.
A woman told me he spoke with the lady of this castle
at Braemar.
Then this is the treacherous bladier?
He's the man who's taken my wife and son.
He's a Grant man?
It's likely he willna be a Grant man for long.
Tracks, going north.
Wait, and I'll join you.
Sir, with respect, you're not my Laird.
I dinna answer to ye.
If I find your wife and bairn with the man I seek,
I'll do what I can to return them to ye.
Come!
Curse this Henry Beauchamp Grant.
Damn him to hell.
There's nothing I would not do for you,
nothing I would not give you,
if it's in my power to do so.
You've already given me everything
by leaving everything and everyone to be with me.
I always believed that happiness was elusive,
never truly within reach.
A balance of feeling and duty, perhaps.
But I never imagined it would feel like this.
Which is why we must fight for it,
though ye'll be grieving for what you've left behind...
your family, all you've ever known.
I'll remember the good,
and close the door on the bad.
With you is where I'm meant to be.
Your leg.
Doesna hurt a bit.
Where's Brian?
Scouting to ensure that we're out of harm's way here.
Aye.
I want to thank you, Murtagh,
for all that you've done.
Without your help,
where would we be?
Brian told me that you saved his life.
You saved his life as well,
gave him a reason to truly live.
Well, that makes two of us, then.
I'm not sure what comes next,
but I'm so happy, I'm not certain I care.
I have something for you, Ellen.
There's no need to give me anything.
You've done so much already.
I can't accept these.
They're so beautiful.
You must keep them in your family.
I made them only with you in mind...
to give you on your wedding day.
- Murtagh. - No.
Dinna dare pity my affection for you,
Ellen MacKenzie.
This will be between us.
And I will cherish them always,
as I will cherish our friendship.
I'll never ask a thing of ye...
except that ye let me find
my happiness in yours and Brian's.
'Tis where I find my peace.
I promise.
Mind yer leg.
Mind yerself.
'Tis good to stand.
Canna sit around any longer.
Aye.
I'm, uh...
I'm going hunting,
and willna return till the morning,
at the very earliest.
Murtagh's left us for a wee while.
We've the bothy to ourselves, then.
Aye.
Off with that shirt, Brian Fraser.
I need to look at your wee scratch.
As ye wish.
Can we stay here forever?
Never leave?
Never.
If I have my way.
The rest of the world seems
so very far away.
Yer turn, lass.
Go on.
Perhaps we'll travel from bothy to bothy
until we find a home.
Some land to call our own.
We have all the riches we need right here...
time and each other.
My turn?
Aye.
Brian.
I love you.
And I love you.
I'm yours.
Body and soul.
Whither thou goest, I will go.
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people.
And thy God, my God.
Where thou diest,
I die.
There I will be buried.
This I swear to you in blood.
The blood of my blood,
for you are my own.
And I am yours.
What is it?
Fiery crosses.
A call to the men of the clans, a Jacobite rebellion.
To seize their arms and gather to their laird,
ready for battle.
What will you do?
I must go.
That, or leave Scotland altogether forever.
To ignore the call is to face certain death.
But to answer it...
I will stand with you,
whatever comes.
I'm your wife.
And we are one.
That buzzing, I heard it before.
Q would call it a faerie circle.
Seems incredible, doesn't it?
Almost beyond belief.
Last time, I felt compelled to touch it.
- We mustn't, not yet. - Why not?
What if...
what if he can't go through, or travel,
or whatever this is, the way we can?
He's our son. Perhaps it's genetic.
And if it's not?
Henry, we can't leave him here.
If we go through and he can't, he'll be left here all alone,
lying on the ground.
We can't risk it.
One of us is gonna have to try
to go through with him first.
And if...
if that doesn't work, then the other...
Will stay here?
Until the other comes back.
And if that doesn't work...
It will work.
Quick.
Who are they?
The men who want nothing more
than to part my head from my body.
My God.
Henry, you must go through the stones
where they can't reach you.
And leave you here with them?
Absolutely not.
They can't hurt me without suffering grave consequences.
I'm still the wife of a Laird.
And protected in a way you are not.
I can survive being parted from you.
But I can't risk losing you forever.
Please, my darling.
Go now.
Oh, Julia.
My heart is with you forever.
You, William, and Claire.
All right, my darling.
We love you so much.
We'll be back before you know it
with lots of stories from Scotland.
Now, you're going to be a brave girl for Uncle Lamb.
We'll think of you every day.
And when we return, we'll celebrate with...
Ice cream!
Yes.
We'll have a grand old adventure ourselves,
won't we, Claire?
All right. Take care, Q.
Goodbye, my darling.
- All aboard! - Good luck.
10:50 to Inverness!
Bye, Mummy.
Thank you, Q.
All aboard.
10:50 to Inverness, leaving now.
I love you.
- I love you. - Be a good girl!
See you soon!