Outlander: Blood of My Blood

Previously...

My waters have broken.

Ye must ready yourself for yer confinement.

With Isaac's blessing, some midwives can be sent for.

Have you come across an Englishwoman with child?

She died in childbirth.

You willna say another word about any of this.

Aye.

Child of mine will be born in wedlock!

The lady is in absolutely no condition to say her vows.

We cannot proceed!

A bonnie baby boy.

Luceo non uro.

I shine, not burn.

- I'm coming with you. - Ye sure?

Still heartsick over Miss MacKenzie.

That's why I need to go.

She's going to be there.

Can you get away somehow?

Meet me by that old castle tower.

I haven't been given much choice in this life.

Our handfast,

I choose for myself.

If I'm only allowed one choice for the rest of my life,

I would choose you.

A raid! There's been a raid!

Our cattle have been raided!

We've been raided!

A raid!

Who was it?

Did not one of you see?

Did no one give chase?

Curse you, you useless buggers!

Who would dare do this?

The MacKenzies.

Tryin' to steal our kine from right under our noses,

to pay the dowry they owe us.

Surely not.

They'd be fools.

Worse than fools.

And Mr. Gowan would never allow it.

I agree.

But Dougal's conduct is impulsive,

unpredictable, as we've seen.

Let's not run away with ourselves

before giving proper consideration.

I should fetch the Laird.

Dinna disturb my father.

He requires rest.

He hasna been feelin' himself.

I will handle this matter in his stead.

That Fitzgibbons-Fraser fellow...

Murtagh, is it...

was causin' trouble at Beltane?

Aye.

Find out who stole our kine.

Whoever it was, they'll pay.

No one steals from us and gets away with it.

Come with me, ye useless bastards.

These will do for wedding sheets,

will they no'?

Aye, I s'pose.

We'll embroider the edges wi' a flower or two,

snip a wee hole here for yer privy parts.

Or maybe not such a wee hole.

I pray Mr. Grant is, shall we say, blessed.

Och, come now, lass.

Thought ye'd come round to the notion of marryin'.

I ken the prospect of consummating the marriage

can be dauntin'.

But it may not be too bad.

You may ask me anything at all,

ye ken that.

And you needn't be embarrassed about it, either.

I know.

I'm grateful.

What is it? What's ailing ye?

Well, how is your trousseau coming along?

Well enough.

What have ye left to do?

We've to embroider the edges of the wedding sheets.

And then there's the childbed gown

and the linens to do.

You can use our mother's.

Ma was married in haste.

As well ye ken, she had no trousseau.

If she'd had wedding sheets,

she'd be wearing them as a shroud.

We canna dillydally.

The Grants will view it as a weakness.

Maybe you'll have to follow in Ma's footsteps

and go without.

They'll think us cheap and not respectable.

You may have until the Sabbath to finish.

And I'll write to the Grants

to confirm the wedding day itself.

Come and see me at the end of the day.

I'd like to hear how much progress you've made.

We dinna have long.

But a true Scotsman should be christened the Highlan' way.

Your father has taken my dignity and liberty,

among other things.

I won't let him take my child's name from me as well.

On this holy ground, and with this holy iron,

I christen thee William Henry Beauchamp

and bless thee before the Lord our God.

Thank you for doing this, Brian.

How nice to see you again so soon.

May I offer my congratulations to the household,

to the Laird, and his lovely wife once more.

And my blessings to the bairn.

Aye.

Nothing better than a bonnie wee babe

received into Christ's flock.

Congratulations to His Lordship and Mistress Fraser of Lovat.

Thank you.

Mistress Porter.

What were the gossips saying to you?

Shall we begin, sir?

Well, I'm expecting a full house.

Where's Julia and that son of yours?

Huh? Well, go and fetch them.

Aye, M'laird.

You should go inside before your father loses his temper.

Aye.

Ready?

I can't.

I think he's hungry,

but I don't seem to be able to persuade him to eat.

It's funny.

That always worked with your sister.

Go inside, Brian.

Calm yerself.

The wee'un can tell ye're worrit.

Then he'll starve to death, because I can't help it.

Oh, I don't want to do this.

It feels so wrong, so-so public.

There are worse fates, lass.

This is what you wanted, the protection of Lovat's name.

I suppose you're right.

Mrs. Baird spoke to me in the kirk,

offered her congratulations

to the Laird and his lovely wife.

Mrs. Mitchell said something similar.

Perhaps that will be enough to satisfy him.

And you'll be spared the fate of a bigamist,

if 'tis true that your husband lives.

I've been afraid Lovat would try

and ambush me with a wedding,

since we're already here at the church.

No, I dinna think so.

How could he do it now, in front of folk?

It's already done.

You're man and wife in the eyes of the world.

He'll want to lie with me often as his wife.

Ye've just had a babe, lass.

You're still bleedin' every day, still healin'.

I doubt he'll bother ye for a good while yet.

He'll be looking for the next best thing soon enough.

Something fresher.

But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

'Tis time to go.

Your wee son's filled his belly, by the look of it.

Ye've much to be thankful for.

The bairn is safe and well and with ye.

I ask you, as directed in this book,

hath this child been already baptized or no?

No, he has not.

Very well.

Dearly beloved,

all men are conceived and born in sin.

And our Savior Christ saith that none can enter

into the Kingdom of God, except he be born anew

of water and of the Holy Spirit.

Grant, O Lord God, to all who have been baptized

into the death and resurrection

of thy son, Jesus Christ,

that, as we have put away the old life of sin,

so we may be renewed.

The Grants believe Dougal may have reived their kine?

Christ Almighty!

Did you assure their messenger we had nothing to do with it?

- I tried. - Oh, God.

There's no chance that Dougal was involved, is there?

He was driving cattle to market in Crieff.

It would have been difficult for him to have raided

the Grants' cattle.

I wouldna put it past him.

He has the devil in him sometimes.

When is he to return?

A-Alec and the others have, in fact, returned,

but yer-yer brother was not with them.

What?

What in God's name? Why?

I have been told that he has traveled onwards

to a cattle auction at the House of Nairne.

Surely not.