That never made sense to me, given that earlier in the novel, Claire seemed to barely know the Reverend....
"...“you’d better get dressed. Aren’t you meeting that parson at ten?” The Rev. Dr. Reginald Wakefield, vicar of the local parish, was to provide some rivetingly fascinating baptismal registers for Frank’s inspection..."
'that parson' seems a strange way to refer to the man who married them (at, of course, the very same tiny church where she and Jamie happen to marry 200 years in the past).
In regards to the latest episode, I really wish they kept Jamie's full speech (and Colum's response) (and Jamie's response afterward...) It was actually one of my favorite scenes in the book:
Jamie - “Colum MacKenzie, I come to you as kinsman and as ally. I give ye no vow, for my oath is pledged to the name that I bear.” There was a low, ominous growl from the crowd, but he ignored it and went on. “But I give ye freely the things that I have; my help and my goodwill, wherever ye should find need of them. I give ye my obedience, as kinsman and as laird, and I hold myself bound by your word, so long as my feet rest on the lands of clan MacKenzie.”
Colum - “We are honored by your offer of friendship and goodwill,” said Colum clearly. “We accept your obedience and hold you in good faith as an ally of the clan MacKenzie.”
And finally Jamie's response - which I think (in the book at least) helped to alleviate any tensions from the MacKenzie's at his not taking a vow to ally himself with the Mackenzies.
"There was a lessening of the tension over the hall, and almost an audible sigh of relief in the gallery as Colum drank from the quaich and offered it to Jamie. The young man accepted it with a smile. Instead of the customary ceremonial sip, however, he carefully raised the nearly full vessel, tilted it and drank. And kept on drinking. There was a gasp of mingled respect and amusement from the spectators, as the powerful throat muscles kept moving. Surely he’d have to breathe soon, I thought, but no. He drained the heavy cup to the last drop, lowered it with an explosive gasp for air, and handed it back to Colum. “The honor is mine,” he said, a little hoarsely, “to be allied with a clan whose taste in whisky is so fine.”