Previously...
Well? Make yourself at home, lad.
I dinna ken what I am or what I believe.
But I'll always have a home with Uncle Jamie.
I've recreated anesthetic.
It's called ether. You don't feel a thing.
He has no interest in the subject of healing,
but I'm eager to learn.
I dinnae ken which side they'll fight.
If Chief Bird acquires weapons, they may be pointed at us.
It would be a shame if they became our enemies.
Fergus!
Marsali and the children need you.
This is for them.
Did you convey my request for guns to your king?
I decided against it.
Brianna told me of the injustices the Indians will face.
If you willnae help them, then I will.
He had a child with his Mohawk wife.
He fights for them because they are his family.
My son, by the ceremony that was performed this day,
every drop of white blood has been washed from your veins.
You are adopted
into our great family.
You are flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone.
You have nothing to fear from us.
We will love you
and defend you as we love and defend one another.
Henceforth, you will be called,
Okwaho'rohtsi'ah.
"Wolf's Brother."
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lad ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
♪ Merry of soul ♪
♪ He sailed on a day ♪
♪ Over the sea ♪
♪ To Skye ♪
♪ Billow and breeze ♪
♪ Islands and seas ♪
♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪
♪ All that was good ♪
♪ All that was fair ♪
♪ All that was me ♪
♪ Is gone ♪
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lass ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
♪ Merry of soul ♪
♪ She sailed on a day ♪
♪ Over the sea ♪
♪ To Skye ♪
Hm.
Greased lightning, aye?
What?
- Who? - Me, I suppose.
Or were you not thunderstruck there at the end?
Did I teach you that phrase?
I've heard you use it, aye.
No, that particular figure of speech relates to extreme speed,
- not lubricated brilliance. - Ah.
I can be fast, too.
Maybe not first thing in the morning.
There are worse ways to wake up, though.
Yes, there are.
Poor Major MacDonald.
- Imagine being allergic to cats. - Hm.
Can you be allergic to house guests?
Let's stay in bed, Sassenach.
- Maybe for a minute. - Hm.
I'm sure Mrs. Bug has spared no effort
on breakfast today.
Did the Major say how long he intends to stay?
Nay, he leaves for New Bern tomorrow.
I must take the guns to the Cherokee.
Governor Martin will be pleased.
Aye. MacDonald brought a letter praising my enterprise,
in drawing the Cherokee into the sphere of British influence once more.
Mm.
We should go down, or the Major will have eaten all the honey cakes.
Honey cakes.
Leave tomorrow, Mr. Bug will accompany.
I'm entrusting you with selling our trade goods.
- Thank you, Milord. - It's no small task, lad.
Men like the weight of coin in their purse and don't wish to part with it, but,
you're a fine salesman.
I'll try my best.
When you're finished in Cross Creek, pay a visit to Aunt Jocasta.
She'll be pleased of the company.
Take these broadsheets to read along your journey.
I know what you're doing.
What am I doing?
You believe if I can put some distance between myself and my worries,
I will heal.
With time, aye, I do.
I remember when we used to print the news ourselves.
Do you ever think of our time in Edinburgh?
Now and again.
I miss those times.
I had faith in you then, lad.
I have faith in you still.
You must try to find faith in yourself once again, mon fils.
Thank you, Milord,
for everything.
You've saved my life more than once.
I have simply balanced the scales.
I hit it.
You've been practicing.
The standard in the army is two rounds a minute, Major?
- Indeed. - There are some who can manage three.
Is that so, Mr. Fraser?
Then let's see if the Cherokee will ever manage that.
Aye. Maybe they should stick to their bows.
I can't say these guns are new,
but they'll kill more and more quickly than any arrow.
That's why they want them so badly.
You can tell your Chief-Bird-Who-Sings-In-The-Evening
that these have been field-tested and aim true.
I'll tell him they have your personal guarantee.
Morning.
Sorry?
Chief-Bird-Who-Sings-In-The-Morning.
Why they won't take a Christian name is beyond me.
Aye. A simple name like Donald, son of Donald.
The Governor would like him to swear an oath,
this Bird of yours, that he'll fly our way
if the King should call upon him,
morning or evening.
King's counting on you, Mr. Fraser.
Brianna, what's wrong?
It won't be enough to save 'em.
Tell me, Brianna.
About 60 years from now,
the government will force the Cherokee off their land.
They'll move them a thousand miles from here.
I ken well what governments are capable of.
Eight thousand of them will die.
They'll call it the "Trail of Tears."
I don't know.
It just didn't seem right to know and not tell you.
What is it, lad?
It isn't Cherokee.
A three-feathered gustoweh...
It's Mohawk.
Greetings, Wolf's Brother.
When I was first
learning their language,
I couldna pronounce her name properly.
So I called her "Emily."
It made her laugh.
What is it?
Okwaho.
Wolf. My clan.
I was becoming one of them.
Even Kaheroton was like my brother.
You're raising Johiehon's child?
We will all raise her, but she will stay with Johiehon's sister.
You loved Johiehon very much, didn't you?
I did, but she chose another.
And you? Will you choose another?
We do not choose, Okwaho'rohtsi'ah.
They choose.
Ochicha.
O-chi-cha.
- Ochicha. - Ochicha.
Flower.
To remind you...
when we were joined together, as one.
You, Wolf's Brother. You tell us a story.
- No, no, no. - Yes, you tell us a story, yes.
This is my story.
Being here with all of you.
I couldn't have a better story.
What of your life before?
I want to hear tales of your great journey across the sea
and the woman with green eyes, the Bakra.
No. Let my husband have it.
He tells better stories when he's drunk.
So, husband, tell us about this woman with green eyes.
Right.
She was, uh, she was a witch.
A very wicked woman.
I'm sorry. I canna say it in Mohawk. I dinna have the words.
Sing for us, then.
About your home across the sea.
All right.
♪ When the sheep are in the fold ♪
♪ And the kine at hame ♪
♪ And all the weary world ♪
♪ To rest are gain ♪
♪ The ways of my heart ♪
♪ Fall in showers frae my ee ♪
♪ While my goodman ♪
♪ Lies sound by me ♪
- Olaka? - Ogala.
- Hm.
But getting better.
I dinna always need words.
Do you ever miss your home?
You are my home.
Both of you.
Emily?
My love, is all well?
Blessed Michael defend us.
I must be with her!
It is for the women to help her now. Be still.
If you must do something, go to the woods and pray.
Go.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Or if the Mohawk Creator is up there,
please...
dinna let this be the hour of death.
Amen.
She whose hearth I share?
She lives.
And my child?
I never saw her, the bairn.
They'd already wrapped her up.
Buried her in furs.
I'm heartsick for you, lad.
Emily got with child again.
I was good at that part.
But it wasna meant to be.
A few months later, everything changed.
Ian.
The Creator tells us that for a woman to conceive,
the man's spirit must do battle with hers and overcome it.
If his spirit is not strong enough, the child cannot take root in the womb.
There must be something I can do, that we can try.
You have been made Mohawk by an old custom,
but your spirit is not Mohawk.
What? No.
I ken ye dinna believe that.
It's only an excuse because you think I'm not worthy.
Return to your own people.
Among them, your spirit will be strong.
No.
Wahionhaweh agrees.
No. She would never.
- I must speak with my wife. - You have food for three days.
You are a good hunter.
No.
This is...
I am flesh of her flesh,
bone of her bone.
Is this what you want?
- It is what must be. - Let her speak.
Please.
It is what must be.
Go.
Leave.
Leave!
He was my friend, my brother.
He kent how much I loved her.
Was I weak, Uncle Jamie?
Should I have fought harder for her?
It seems you fought as hard as you could...
without taking her by force.
Would you have left
if it had been Auntie Claire?
It's not the same, lad.
I dinna think I have it in me
to give the rifles to Chief Bird tonight.
He'll be expecting a celebration.
Aye.
Dinna fash. Sleep now.
I'll tell Chief Bird we'll do it in the morning.
Well, I never...
You must be Mr. James Fraser in the flesh.
- Alexander Cameron. - The one they call "Scotchee."
Aye. There was a time I was the only Indian agent who could be called that.
I've heard such tales of ye.
Fair dying was I to meet ye and see if they were true.
Bear-Killer?
I ken the Cherokee have a deep reverence for bears,
so the less said about that, the better.
You're the agent to the Overhill Cherokee, are ye no?
What brings you east?
I've come to marry off a lass to Chief Bird and to trade.
I see there are some Mohawk here trading as well.
Aye.
Bird cannot stop boasting about the rifles.
A hundred, he said.
Twenty, he'll come to find.
He also said you might have some whiskey.
Aye. Some of our last good barrels.
Care for a wee dram, would you?
One dram becomes two, becomes three.
What's after three?
Twelve, in your case.
Ah. Listen.
I've acquired land in Tennessee,
bought from the Overhill Cherokee.
Others are buying as well.
I can fetch you a good deal.
Call it a favor for a fellow Scot.
It's against the treaty to take land so far west.
The King made a promise not to settle beyond the treaty line.
But if they choose to sell, it's different.
It is inevitable, this push west.
I have enough land.
I don't want to be involved in illegal dealings.
Nor should you. You're risking your neck.
Me neck's been through worse.
I was hoping to interest Chief Bird.
Trouble is, these damn Mohawk came along.
If they hear of it, they'll cause an uproar and ruin my deal.
You want to put us to sleep? With that?
Yes, but only for a few moments.
- Is it dangerous? - No, not at all.
- And Malva? - That's why I need to do the test.
Now, I can't easily operate on someone and give them ether as well,
but Malva, is my apprentice, she needs to practice.
I'll go first, Lizzie, in case it goes awry.
That's so brave of you, Jo.
Aye, that is brave, Josiah.
Thank you for your concern for me.
But I'll go first. I'm not afraid.
Very well. Shall we get started?
Two drops on the cloth.
It should take effect quickly.
Aye, Mistress. It does smell queer, doesn't it?
Don't breathe it in.
Don't want you falling over in the middle of an operation.
Place it gently on her face.
Now, Lizzie, I want you to breathe deeply. Count with me. Ready?
- One, two... - One, two...
three.
That was fast.
Now, you can feel it when the patient starts to come round.
There's a vibration to the skin.
Place your hand here.
Can you feel that?
Aye, I do.
Now, during surgery,
you don't want the patient to come round so quickly.
She doesna feel it.
Mistress Fraser says we could cut someone quite open,
slice into them and get at what's ailing them,
and they wouldn't feel a thing.
Let's bring her round now. Can remove the mask.
When are you going to begin?
We did it, Lizzie. It's over. You were fast asleep.
Oh. I havena.
Best way to convince her is to show her.
Josiah?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
He canna wake up until you take the mask away?
No, but you don't want a patient to be under for too long.
- Where does the soul go? - It doesn't go anywhere.
It stays with him. He's not dead, he's just asleep.
It's different for everyone.
Sometimes you dream, especially right before you wake up.
And sometimes you see things, but it's all in your mind.
You've done wonderfully. Thank you.
I've never seen the like.
As if we killed him and brought him back to life again.
I see now why my father says it's Devil's work.
He'd say no one but God has a right to do such things.
Of course, he would.
Perhaps you'd better not tell him.
Don't you think it, Mistress. He'd stop me from coming.
I'm ready.
Oh.
King George and Royal Governor Josiah Martin
send you these rifles with their compliments.
I hope you'll be pleased.
My pleasure is not all they hope for.
No. A promise of loyalty as well.
I desire that as much as they do.
Today is a day of celebration. Let's have no talk of war.
I'd like you to greet my new wife.
She asks for no promise of loyalty to anyone but her.
Where is your faithful brother wolf?
Don't fear. He's no' abandoned me.
I've left Rollo at home with my kin.
There are some who didn't want you to leave.
Did they have a...
A son. He brings them much joy.
He was walking when we left home.
You turned my wife against me. You stole her hand.
Let's hear that story around the fire, shall we?
How you saw one man's happiness and wanted it yourself.
What's all this then?
Ian. That's enough!
Don't need trouble out of you.
Your trading's done. Pack and go!
Ho, Bear-Killer,
you ken why these lads wear a scalp lock, do ye?
It's a taunt to their enemies.
Makes it harder to scalp 'em.
Let him go. You're drunk.
Kaheroton, no.
Put that down.
An apology first. You insulted me.
If you want to fight, you'll do it my way.
Find yourself a pistol.
Meet me back here.
- Ye dinna mean that. - I accept.
You're better than this. Surely you're a friend of the Indians.
The challenge has been laid down and accepted.
God granted him a son,
but took my wee girl.
She wasna baptized,
or given a name.
Mohawk or Christian.
But to me, she was Iseabail.
Is it my fault she's gone?
Is God punishing me,
bringing him here to remind me?
No, lad.
Don't think it. God does not punish.
We need to trust he has a plan.
He's gracious, merciful.
If that's true...
then where is she?
I canna bear the thought of Iseabail
wandering, lost.
My daughter, Faith,
she was also lost.
I never held her, either.
I dinna have an answer.
Only at the end of life comes death.
And after death, they come home to the Lord.
How long the first shall last...
we canna say.
Come.
We shall ask my daughter to look for yours in Heaven.
I ken she'll find her there.
'Tis my uncle's weapon.
Finest there is.
Take it.
You'd do this for me?
You deserve a fighting chance.
If I die, go to her...
and to my son.
You give her this.
Swear you'll go to her, care for her.
For them.
Bear-Killer.
I will fight with you, Bear-Killer. Tell your King.
Tsiskwa, there is something I wish to tell you.
The women in my family
are those who see in dreams, what is to come.
Both my wife and daughter have seen something concerning yer people.
Though it grieves me to tell you.
Some 60 years from now, your people will be taken from their land...
from the bones of their ancestors.
They'll be removed to a new place far from here.
Many will die on this journey.
So much that the path they tread will be called, uh,
the trail where they wept.
Who will do this?
A man named Winfield Scott,
my daughter says, a general.
It's good you've given us weapons, then.
No.
Twenty muskets against 20,000? It willna save you.
What's the benefit of your warning?
I cannot warn many.
If I did, they'd call me a mad man.
But I can warn you.
You should not go to this new place or fight.
But when the time comes, your people must hide.
And by hiding, they will escape what is to come?
I hope so.
If you pass this warning to your descendants,
then perhaps, they'll escape and live.
I will tell my sons and my sons' sons.
We will remember.
Whoever you fight with...
be it King George's men
or our enemies, fight for yourselves.
This wife you have,
did you pay a great deal for her?
She cost me almost everything I had.
But she was worth it.
Gentlemen, can you not reconcile?
I urge you both to reconsider.
Over my dead body.
I will not reconsider.
Step out the distance, stop.
Wait for my command to fire.
One, two, three, four, five.
Ready.
He turned early.
Kaheroton, you may return fire at will.
Don't shoot. I'll leave.
I'm a friend to the Indians,
am I not, Bear-Killer? Tell him.
Never let it be said that Scotchee met his end over whiskey
and a comment made in jest.
He's proven himself a coward. Let him live with this shame.
Kaheroton.
God chose you to be with her.
I thought I had to choose who to be.
Wolf's Brother or Ian Murray.
I know now I can be both.
I've been known by many names, lad.
Call yourself whatever you want.
All that matters is who you are here.
What was it like?
They put some drops in a mask and had me breathe it in.
Then it all went dark.
That quick, Kezzie.
Was it fearsome?
No.
You're not afraid of much, though, are you, Lizzie?
What is it you write in your book?
Mainly, recipes for medicines,
but also surgical notes.
Would you like to take a look?
Why do you write down the things you've done?
The recipes, I can see how you could forget,
but why do you do these drawings
and write down how you took off a toe with frost rot and the like?
Because every person's body is different.
But the most important reason
so that the others can benefit from what I've learnt.
- Like me? - Yes.
You're doing very well, by the way.
- Hm. - My brother doesn't like it.
But then, I'll tell him I've had a look in your wee book
and there's nothing by way of spells in it.
Spells? Is that what he thinks?
He warned me not to touch it, for fear of ensorcellment.
But I do find it enchanting.
Well, I'm glad.
Malva, would you mind staying to straighten up?
You're back a day later than I expected.
Was there trouble?
Aye. Only a slight delay. Hm.
There were Mohawk there. Men Ian kent.
Oh.
He told me everything that happened to him.
But I don't think I have the strength to tell it now.
Maybe tomorrow.
Of course.
Said he'd always be a Mohawk.
He'll always be Scottish.
He's found a way to be both.
That's a good thing, isn't it?
Aye.
I canna be two things at once, Claire.
A rebel, a loyalist.
An agent for the Crown and an enemy of the King.
It's pulling me apart.
It's time to change horses.
I will resign as Indian Agent.
I'll write a letter tomorrow.
You know, the last time
you came back from the Cherokee...
you could hardly keep your hands off me.
I feel a wee bit more tired this time.
Well, I hope not too tired.