Outlander

Previously...

They mistook me for some mythical creature,

named La Dame Blanche.

White Witch.

We believe we are your grandparents, lass.

Your family.

Your blood.

Ah!

"People disappear all the time."

"Disappearances, after all, have explanations, usually."

- You're writing your story? - I'm writing our story.

There'll be a battle in about a year's time

at a place called Kings Mountain.

Frank says that James Fraser dies in it.

Every detail, high ground,

steep approach, where the fighting will unfold.

Everything he wrote makes sense.

Because there, on that mountain, it felt like the truth.

The time has come Fraser.

Ferguson's on the march into North Carolina.

Gather your men.

You owe me, Fraser.

You said so yourself.

Je suis Prest.

Tulach ard!

Air adhart le sealbh agus lion an langaid!

Fulaing le treuntachd!

Aut Pax Aut Bellum!

Caisteal Dhunaidh!

Sluagh-ghairm!

I,

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser,

being of sound mind, do hereby declare

that this is my Last Will and Testament.

I leave to my wife,

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Fraser,

all property and goods of which I die possessed,

absolutely,

with the exception of certain individual bequests

as listed here beneath:

To my daughter, Brianna Ellen Fraser MacKenzie,

I leave two thousand acres of land

from the land grant known as Fraser's Ridge.

To my grandchildren Jeremiah, Amanda, David,

Germaine, Joan, Felicite, Henri-Christian and Frances,

I leave each, the sum of one hundred pounds.

I also leave my books, to be divided among them,

under the supervision of Roger MacKenzie...

To my beloved sister, Janet Flora Arabella Fraser Murray,

I leave our mother's silver stag brooch.

To my dear nephew, Ian James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray,

who has been like a son to me, I leave my tools and my weapons.

To Marsali Jane MacKimmie Fraser,

I leave my fine quills, ink and stationery.

To my son, my natural son,

William James Fraser,

also known as William Clarence Henry George Ransom,

ninth Earl of Ellesmere,

the three casks of my special whisky

marked with JFS and my Bible.

May he find succor and wisdom in its pages.

Mm.

Mm.

Here we are...

Aye.

We have a bit of time and each other.

We could pretend it's like any other morning.

It is like every other morning.

The sun is rising,

and though we won't be here to see it later,

It will set tonight like it always does.

Life on the Ridge will go on without us.

It was just like I was telling the bees last night.

Aye.

Tell me about the bees.

Maybe It'll settle you enough to fix your mind where it belongs.

Not on goodbyes to come.

Will they hibernate, you think?

Mm.

Yes.

Mm.

Although they're still hard at work.

You know,

I went down to see them last night,

and I saw two of them asleep

inside the cup of a hollyhock, covered in pollen,

just holding each other's feet.

Were they dead?

No, I thought so the first time I saw it,

but I've seen it several times since.

Just sleeping in the flower.

Waiting for the sun to come to warm them so they could fly off.

And I don't know if

they get too tired to make their way back to the hive

or they get caught in the dark.

Need to find somewhere to lie down until morning.

Normally you see single bees doing it.

But to see the two of them curled up like that...

Well,

it was very sweet.

Sweet indeed.

"Nine bean-rows

will I have there.

And a hive for the honey-bee,

and live alone in the bee-loud glade."

Can't believe you remember that.

That's the only bit I remember.

I love Yeats.

That's what you wanted, is it no'-

to live a quiet life with only bees for company?

Not only the bees, no.

I don't think the quiet life was ever meant for us.

I've lived longer than I thought I would.

I have lived to see my grandchildren.

No' a blessing everyone receives.

They are one of my greatest joys.

I'll be sorry if I wasn't alive to meet William's wife or

see his children.

Or see if Bree has more bairns.

But, if I do make it to Heaven,

I'm sure there must be some accommodation made for

knowing how your family is getting on without you.

And maybe God will let me have a wee look in.

Being a ghost, may be quite interesting.

There are a few folk I wouldn't mind calling on in that state,

just to see the look on their faces.

Would you look in on me?

Hm.

Maybe just a wee glance, Sassenach.

Wouldn't want to frighten you.

I still wonder if my parents were keeping an eye on me,

after they died.

I traveled around so much with my Uncle Lam.

I never really had a proper sense of home.

I always hoped it would be different for my family.

I remember when I first arrived in Scotland.

I stood at a shop window looking at a vase.

And I remember thinking, I've never lived in one place

long enough to own such a simple thing.

At that moment,

I never wanted something so much in the world

as I wanted that blue vase.

Did you buy it?

No.

Because the next morning I went up to Craigh na Dun,

in search of a certain blue flower.

The rest,

is our history.

Do you ever wish you hadna seen that flower,

touched that stone?

Never.

I still don't have the blue vase.

But I have everything I never knew I wanted.

I hope you've had everything you wanted.

No.

I should like to sleep in a flower with you, Sassenach.

Holding your feet.

Our house is going to be beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

It will be.

We'll start on it as soon as I get back.

You know, it doesn't matter where we are,

my place will always be with you and the children.

Promise me you won't try to be a hero.

I know Da needs you, but...

I'll sing my way through it if I have to.

You've always found your way back to me.

Promise me that this time won't be any different.

Because Jemmy and Mandy and Davy need their father.

And I need my husband.

And I need all of you.

This is for them.

And for us.

A future worth fighting for.

Just please be careful.

And please...

bring my Da home.

Fanny,

I want to talk to you.

You said you'd always be here.

But now you're going.

You lied.

I heard you talking about Grandda not coming back,

but you're still going.

I want to come with you.

Oh, sweetheart.

I wish we could take you with us,

but this is something we must do and we can't bring you into it.

It's too dangerous.

I'm not afraid.

I can help you.

I help you all the time.

You've taught me so much.

I know.

And you have learned so much.

And you've been such a great help.

Come here.

That's why I need you to stay here.

So you can help look after everybody.

We love you so much,