Outlander: Blood of My Blood

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.

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 lč #

# Hi a bho #

# Hoireann eile o #

# 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghrądh #

# 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!

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.