Claire remembers the harsh reality of war
With first-hand experience already under her belt, Claire remains unnerved by the horror of warfare, whether in the future or the present.
Tempers are boiling
While Prince Charles – who’s now in Scotland – presides over arguments between his commanders as to their engagement with the enemy at Prestonpans, there’s equal dissent between Jamie’s men and those of his uncle Dougal – and Angus in particular is quick to rouse to anger…
Jamie may not approve of Dougal’s attitude – basically, kill all the British – but can’t deny his bravery, as he sends him out on a dangerous mission.
Preparations are made for battle
And Claire proves herself an able administrator: she’s all brisk and no-nonsense as she sets up a field hospital – although she shouldn’t expect much help from a muttering Fergus.
Murtagh and Jamie debate the value of the campaign – and Jamie shows us his knees again (he’s been doing this quite a bit lately). He’s obviously happier in a kilt than those fancy French silks…
The fighting can’t be put off for ever, so Claire wishes her men off fondly. She knows what’s supposed to happen at Prestonpans, but will it turn out as the history books say?
Does Prince Charles spell trouble?
War is a murky (and very misty) business, but surprisingly, Prince Charles wants to be in the thick of the action. Is this wise?
Fergus gets a nasty shock
The French youngster isn’t a happy boy, having got more than he bargained for in his enthusiasm to follow the fight.
Can Dougal be trusted on the battlefield?
The war chieftain of Clan Mackenzie shows his true nature and his blood-lust is not a pretty sight…
What’s so funny?
In an episode that’s resolutely on a war footing, one moment of lightness, when Claire demands a sample from Jamie: a genuine p***ing contest ensues.
A born leader
Jamie shows his inventiveness, kills two birds with one stone and demonstrates his leadership qualities when Charles turns on Dougal.
Tarantino eat your heart out
There will be blood. Lots of it.