In other words, sha-wing! I, for one, would’ve taken one look at the rotisserie chickens and been all, “Sorry Frank Randall, methinks I’ll stay.” Then I would’ve had my ear hammered to a stake for eating chickens that did not belong to me. By the time the episode was over, I wanted to swear an oath of fealty. Jamie, however, did not quite feel the same way. We learned this week that everyone’s favorite flay-scarred ginger isn’t who he claims — in fact, he is Colum and Dougal’s nephew and is not technically a MacKenzie at all. When he thwarts Claire’s escape plan (this did involve rolling around in the hay, but not as much as I would have liked) and tries to help her get herself back from the stables and safe to the castle he’s cornered and has to swear an oath. It’s a tough situation politically, but Jamie manages to say the perfect thing and verily, there was much quaffing of ale. There is more for Claire to fear in this strange new world than growling men in kilts who dig swinging their junk around — there are literal monsters. Claire and Dougal comforting the dying man during the boar hunt was an important moment because it finally made Claire part of the world around her. Also, she earned Dougal’s respect. Maybe if she’d done this instead of smack the dude into unconsciousness early on she might have gotten to leave the castle sooner. With Dougal as an unlikely ally and the castle at her back, Claire is entering a new chapter and I get all tingly just thinking about it. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter for all news updates related to the world of geek. And Google+, if that’s your thing!
