Outlander: Blood of My Blood

Previously...

Ellen MacKenzie,

there's something special about you.

Then why are they marrying me off

to Malcolm Grant?

If I had to bargain with the devil himself

to spend a moment more with you, I would.

There will be more obstacles ahead.

Our laird, Isaac Grant.

How would you like to be my new bladier ?

Very well, then.

I couldn't help but notice that you've been asking for a woman.

Perhaps we could help each other.

I'll send word when I find her.

Whatever the cost, I would pay.

Have you anything to confess?

You're with child.

I was foolish to think

I could escape from here, Henry.

But I'm determined that our baby will live.

So forgive me for what I'm about to do.

Come and warm yourself, my English rose.

[singers singing "Crodh Chailein"]

Oh, goodness me.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

For all that's holy, what have you done now?

No use crying over spilt milk.

Maybe not.

But always worth giving thanks to the Gruagach for it,

whether you've milked the cow yourself or not.

You did remember to thank the Gruagach?

I thanked the woman who brought it,

if that's what you mean.

That's not what I mean.

That will be why you've spilt it.

You've angered the faery-folk.

Oh, I see. I am- I am sorry.

As you should be.

I canna have any mischief from the faery-folk.

There's far too much work to be done as it is.

And the Laird's expected home from his business in Edinburgh.

He's due back to Leathers?

Aye, all being well.

Oh.

I- I was under the impression that he'd be away longer.

Well, your impression was wrong,

though why you should take any such notion at all

is beyond me.

The Laird is not obliged to keep a maidservant

apprised of his personal affairs.

And at this rate, there'll be nothing for him

to eat or drink but this milk,

if it hasna soured by the time he arrives.

Useless as a burnt bannock you are, sometimes, I swear.

Should I go and leave an offering

at the old milking stone?

I- Is that the custom?

I saw it when I was gathering berries.

You can try, though 'tis likely too late.

We have already incurred the faeries' wrath.

Go and be quick about it.

If you're not careful, the faery-folk will fool you,

play tricks, hide your knickknacks,

knock things over, take a baby from its bed,

spoil the milk.

I doubt you believe in them.

I didn't used to.

But after all that's happened to me, I'm not so sure.

My parents taught me to put my hope and faith in God.

But people here believe in both ardently.

Do you remember that bit of modern lore

about them that I loved?

J.M. Barrie wrote "That when the first baby laughed

"for the first time, its laugh broke into 1,000 pieces,

"and they all went skipping about.

And that was the beginning of faeries."

From that first fluttering of a faeries wing in my belly,

I used to dream about our sweet Claire,

how her first laugh would surely populate

an entire kingdom's worth of magical creatures.

I don't know how I got here.

I don't know if I can leave.

I don't know.

Henry.

What is it, darling? Is everything all right?

What do you think about Peter?

Pan?

Beauchamp, if it's a boy.

Peter Beauchamp. Peter Beauchamp.

Do you think those are a bit advanced for a newborn?

I know. I know.

But the idea of sharing the stories I love

with our little one, I couldn't resist.

Right.

Well, I'm off to meet Mr. Knowles.

-Oh. -Mm.

Well, you- you didn't tell me he'd been in touch.

Well, I didn't want to get either of our hopes up.

There is a chance he might offer me my old position

back at the solicitor's firm.

Oh, darling, that would be wonderful.

Let's just hope a bit of shrapnel in the back

hasn't affected my legal abilities.

It hasn't.

You'll make little Peter very proud.

And I hope to make him equally proud

by matriculating at a university.

-Aha. -

-Oh, my goodness. -What?

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

That's incredible.

He's really in there, isn't he?

You're so very sure it's a boy?

Of course I am.

It's my son and heir to the throne.

Would you be very disappointed

if we ended up with a little girl?

Mrs. Beauchamp, all I care about

is that you and the baby are safe and well.

A little girl would make me the happiest father alive.

I believe I've been faithful to you, Henry,

that I had no choice,

that this child I'm carrying, once born,

would be taken from me- or worse-

and it's not the faeries who'd be responsible.

I've done what I can to keep our baby safe.

But I will never stop trying to get back to you.

I found her. I found your woman.

Julia?

Here we are- an English woman,

brown hair, kind eyes.

Some wine?

Or...

...perhaps you'd like to lie down?

No.

Sorry, I can't.

I know I'm not who you were hoping for,

but tell me how I can please you.

My mistress doesn't want to lose your business.

She's instructed me to do whatever you ask of me.

Well, drop the act for a start,

so I know who I'm talking to.

Oh.

No, that's- that's not what I meant.

The woman you're looking for-

who is she?

Do you have any idea

how it feels to hope for something,

but dread it so very much at the same time?

As someone earning a living this way, I do.

Then you'll understand when I say that

she was someone I was afraid to find here...

in a place like this.

I don't blame you.

I count myself lucky, in a way.

I'm here, passing time with a gentleman.

I'm not out in the perishing cold.

I hope your woman is somewhere safe and warm as well.

This came while ye were away,

from the Grants.

That scoundrel, Isaac,