Outlander: Blood of My Blood

Previously...

Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.

The notorious Rob Roy.

Rob Roy is, of course, a known Jacobite

and traitor to the crown.

The Grants have avoided

any Jacobite associations until now.

The MacKenzies would be wise to follow suit.

I love you, Julia.

What's wrong?

Nothing at all.

It can't be you.

We'll find our way back to each other.

-I promise. -You've been married?

Aye.

You've helped me greatly

by ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.

I'll find a way out of my betrothal.

I swear it.

We will.

A test must be performed to ascertain

whether or not your virtue is intact.

Virgo intact a.

Virtue intact.

Dinna think I'm not grateful

that you saved Lady Ellen today.

But if you truly love her, you'll stay away from her.

Come in.

What the devil are you waiting for?

You sent for us?

Aye, but I didn't send for the bairn.

I was feeding him.

Well, that duty belongs to the wet nurse.

It won't be long until I'm fully restored

and we celebrate our union...

...the way the good Lord intended.

Why did you send for us?

I called for you, Brian, because you'll be joining me

at the Earl of Mar's tynchal at Braemar.

Which clans are to attend this year?

Well, nearly all of them, I imagine.

The Grants?

Well, where else would they be?

Well, except Isaac, of course.

Hmm.

May he rest in peace.

The Grants will undoubtedly bow to me.

Now that the MacKenzie slut has been exposed,

I'll have no trouble

from the rest of the Red Jacob brats.

Make yourself ready, Brian.

We leave today.

Oh, and as for you, my lady,

you are to see to the castle.

If that's your desire, my Lord.

Well, as my wife,

the responsibility falls to you.

Does it not?

Yes...

but I half wondered whether you might be

thinking of taking Simon with you.

A wee bairn?

Why?

Because of the prophecy.

Your son will be king one day.

Wouldn't that strengthen your influence

among the clans, perhaps?

Well, he'd be the only babe there.

I know you're a Sassenach, Julia,

and you're not privy to all of our customs,

but you see, the Earl of Mar's tynchal...

Aye, but Father,

now ye have a legitimate son.

Aye.

Of course, you'd need to be canny,

and careful who ye tell...

Enough.

You think I can't tell who can be trusted?

Perhaps it was foolish of me to offer.

I was only thinking of your heir's future.

Aye, well, look at him.

He is a braw wee lad.

Aren't you?

He favors his father.

Hmm.

Then the wet nurse will join us.

Might Julia join us as well?

All fine lords in good standin'

will have their wives wi' them.

Very well.

Prepare yourselves for Braemar at once.

Halt the coach!

Uncle, where'd you spring from?

London, where I've been attending to matters

on yer father's behalf.

When I heard of his passing,

I set out to travel to ye at once.

Ye were missed at the funeral.

'Tis a pity of the world, nephew,

losing such a father,

and just as your life as a man has begun.

Thank you.

I've come to further Isaac's work

and protect his legacy,

which is you.

I see ye are wise enough to bring a henchman,

though not quick enough to have been much help

had I posed any danger to you.

Ah, well, you remember father's body man,

-Mr. Arch Bug. -Aye.

And uh, this is Mr. Henry Grant, our bladier.

Henry Beauchamp Grant, sir.

-An Englishman. -Mm-hmm.

And a gentleman by your speech, sir.

How'd that come about, lad?

Ah, well, Father chose Henry for his skill.

I maintain his services because he's been loyal to me.

That remains to be seen, Master Grant.

M'Laird.

You'll address me according to my station, Mr. Bug.

Apologies, M'Laird.

Well, join us, Uncle. There's room in the coach.

We're no' far from Leoch, where we'll rendezvous

with my betrothed and her brothers.

Surely ye'd prefer to rest

before you journey on to Braemar.

Ah, I'll meet ye there.

I'm eager to pay a visit to yer intended

as soon as possible.

Put a face to the name of the lass

ye've written to me about.

Ye're soon to be wed, lad.

Aye.

Well, ye'll be charmed by her.

No doubt.

Ha!

So we are agreed, then?

Aye, Colum. How often must I say it?

Many times as I require.

'Tis the future well-being of the clan that's at stake,

a considerable weight on our shoulders.

Well, mine are braw enough.

Are yers?

You can play the braggart wi' me, Dougal,

but I can sense yer apprehension.

And if I can sense it...

Oh, ye've a nose for apprehension, then, do you?

'Tis the Earl of Mar's annual tynchal.

Ye ken all eyes will be upon us.

Aye.

Auld men who wish us to lick their boots.

Those auld men have power, wealth,

could slice yer bollocks off

and serve them to ye on a platter.

So, ye'd best remember yerself.

We canna afford a misstep.

Ye'll reassure me as many times as I require

before we cast the dice.

Intending to try yer luck with wagers

at Braemar, are you?

We're speakin' of clan matters that dinna concern ye, Ellen.

I suppose not.

I'm merely a pawn to ensure a strong

and fruitful alliance with the Grants.

Oh, Ellen MacKenzie,

ye have finally accepted yer role to play.

Well, we canna all cling to our convictions,

can we, Dougal?

Apologies, M'Laird.

The gentleman wouldna wait to be announced.

Who might this gentleman be?

Malcolm MacKinnon Grant.

Pleased to meet ye.

Ellen MacKenzie.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Grant.

Ah, ye may call me Uncle.

We're soon to be family.

As you wish.

Leave us.

Us leave you?

'Tis not yourselves

with whom I've come to acquaint myself.

I wish to speak wi' yer sister.

Make sure we're not disturbed.

Welcome to Leoch... Uncle.

Well, then, niece,

let us acquaint ourselves and speak as though

we've Kent one another a lifetime.

If that is what pleases ye.

Oh, what pleases me is an unrivaled match

for my nephew.

I've heard of yer beauty and yer sharp mind.

In fact, Malcolm barely writes of much else.

I am honored by his good opinion, sir.

Aye, yeah.

Word of other virtues you may or may not possess

have been brought to my attention as well.

If you're speaking of the rumors against me...

I wish for you to tell me