Outlander

Previously...

It appears the battle is close upon us.

General.

Ten companies of militia

all under my command.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Brian Fraser, laird of Lallybroch.

Your servant, sir.

What we really want is your protection.

I willna kill anyone.

But things happen.

My ancestors are actually

the war chief and the witch.

We didn't think the children were safe.

We thought you might not be safe either.

I think it's time for me and the kids to go to Roger.

You're saying that Richardson is a turncoat and a spy?

And he's at it again.

I have a correspondence for Oberst Von Schnell.

William will be carrying a cipher

that will instruct these Hessians to hold him captive.

Go. Save our son.

Even people who want to go to heaven

don't want to die to get there.

A life can be snatched away;

frittered or thrown away;

ended peacefully in one's bed,

or in horrific pain on the battlefield.

Lives lost in conflict.

Needless bloodshed.

How many people had died that way?

How many more still would?

It doesn't stop.

It doesn't get better.

As Murtagh once said,

"There's always a war coming."

War is inevitable,

and death is too.

You all right?

Aye.

Go back to sleep.

I'll wake you when it's time.

You need your rest too.

'Tis hard to sleep so close to battle.

D'ye ken the only time I'm without pain

is in yer bed?

When I lay in your arms, my wounds are healed,

scars forgotten.

Mine too.

I've been thinkin' of my mother.

For ye need the strength of yer dead in battle.

I remember seeing her in her coffin.

The women had braided her hair to be seemly,

but my father wouldna have it.

He'd have his last sight of her as she was to him.

He was crazed wi' grief.

He went to the coffin,

undid her braids,

spread her hair out across the pillow.

You saw all this when you were little?

I was keepin' quiet in the corner.

When they all went out to meet the priest,

I crept up close.

Never seen a dead person before.

Was it her?

The face had the look of her, but no more.

As if someone set out to carve her from birch wood.

But her hair...

that was still alive.

That was still her.

It, uh...

covered the child who lay wi' her.

I thought he wouldna like to be smothered so.

I lifted it up to let him out...

...my wee brother,

curled up in her arms,

his head on her breast.

And then I thought he'd be happier

if I left him snug under those locks of red.

She hadna one white hair.

Not a one.

She was 38, wasn't she?

I've had the richness

of all those years and more.

To see those years touch you gives me joy.

For it means that you live.

Come to me.

Shelter me.

Heal me.

Did I fashion you?

I want only to lie here wi' you in my arms,

keep ye safe, and watch ye sleep.

I can rise, then, wi' a clear mind,

and go to do what must be done.

I won't say goodbye

or good luck or anything like that.

No need.

"I love you" will do.

Christ.

The last words I spoke with my son were in anger.

What if I never speak with him?

What if I never tell him I love him?

I love you.

It willna be today, Sassenach.

Promise me.

I promise.

This war, these battles...

We pay such a heavy price for freedom.

Surely it'll all be worth it.

I want to believe it will be, but...

What is it mo nighean donn ?

Do you ever feel a kind of...

an emptiness?

This sort of void gnawing at you?

For most of my life, I've been able to ignore it.

In medicine, you have to.

But ye canna now, because of the battle?

Something feels different this time.

Ye canna mean death.

Somethin' I've been wonderin'.

If yer father was a time-traveler,

and yer son is one as well,

and I'm yer great-grandfather

and I'm a traveler too,

d'ye think my father was one?

Oh, what is it now?

Whatever it is, it canna be worse

than telling someone the year of their death.

I don't think your father was a time-traveler...

...but your mother was.

Is.

My mother?

Geillis Duncan.

The murderous witch that killed her husbands

is my mother?

Why didna you think to tell me when we were with her?