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DAX: That's it?

SISKO: That's it.

"The City of B'hala"

painted nearly 20,000 years ago.

Hmm.

Jadzia.

You're looking

at the most important Bajoran icon ever painted--

the only known proof that B'hala ever existed--

and all you have to say is "hmm"?

No.

It's just that you both gave it such a buildup

I thought it would be a lot... bigger.

We've been trying to force the Cardassian government

to return this to us since the end of the occupation.

It's good to have it back.

I thought you said it was going

to be returned to the State Museum in Ilvia.

It will be... tomorrow

but I couldn't let it pass without stealing a look.

Sometimes, being the Emissary isn't such a bad thing.

You see this?

It's a bantaca spire.

Ancient Bajoran cities

were built around them.

They were all about 11 meters high

made from hundreds of stones

carved and fitted so tightly together

they didn't need mortar.

It's said they marked the city's place in the cosmos.

Beautiful markings.

Supposedly, they're

the coordinates of the lost city

but because we can't see

the markings on the other two sides

they're impossible to decipher.

Which is why B'hala is likely to remain lost.

Before you pack it up, have it scanned

into the computer.

You're going to study it?

Maybe see if you can find the lost city?

KIRA: I was just thinking

about Zocal's Third Prophecy.

It said only someone

who had been touched by the Prophets...

could find the ruins of B'hala.

No pressure.

( laughs dismissively )

Computer, magnify grid C-4.

It's a reflection.

Magnify D-2.

Hmm.

Computer, process Sisko image file 3-7-6.

Reduce in size 75 percent.

( chuckles ): Oh.

( softly ): Yes.

Superimpose grid D-2.

Reverse image and enhance.

Sorry to disturb you, Captain, but...

But what?

It's after 3:00 in the morning.

3:00? Already?

Time flies when you're having fun.

Quark, I want you to save this program for me.

What is it?

An ancient puzzle.

You know, Captain

if you like puzzles

I have a wide assortment of pleasure mazes--

and they all come with a surprise in the center.

Never mind, Quark.

I'll save the program myself.

( groans )

Computer, Quark to Infirmary.

Medical emergency in Holosuite 4.

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You said yourself the Captain's all right.

Lucky for you.

Then why am I being arrested?

I already told you it was an accident--

a minor technical difficulty.

You can't arrest someone

for a minor technical difficulty.

No, but I can arrest you for negligence.

Your own records show your holosuites

are in desperate need of maintenance.

Which is what

I've been telling Chief O'Brien for the past week.

I begged him to have Rom fix them

but you know what he said?

"Rom's too busy upgrading the sensor array."

Can you believe that?

Anyone can fix the sensor array

but no one can fix the holosuites

like that idiot brother of mine.

So, you see...

if anyone should be arrested for negligence

it's Chief O'Brien.

Tell it to the magistrate.

Well, there's no sign of any permanent neural damage.

Although, I am reading some odd synaptic potentials.

Let me ask you something.

Does my uniform look any brighter to you?

Yes. Everything does.

Colors seem more intense and shapes more focused.

It's called "post-neural shock syndrome."

Your neural pathways

were overloaded by the plasma burst.

All external stimuli are going to seem more pronounced.

It's going to take a little while

for things to settle down, though

so I'm going to put you on restricted duty

for the next three days

and if you experience any other side effects

such as headaches, dizziness, even nausea

let me know immediately.

Yes.

In the meantime, enjoy the show.

( sighs )

So, did dinner meet

with the Sisko stamp of approval?

Oh, Grandpa would be so proud of you.

I was a little worried I overcooked the lingta roast

but, uh... I'm glad you liked it anyway.

Can I get you anything else?

Oh, no, I'm fine.

I guess, uh... you'll be cooking tomorrow night.

Why is that?

To welcome back Kasidy Yates to the station--

maybe cook some of that jambalaya

that she likes so much.

We'll see.

Dad, Kasidy spent the last six months in prison

for helping the Maquis.

She's paid the price for what she did.

I suppose so.

I just hope you give her a chance, that's all.

You two had something together.

Dad.

Dad, what is it?

These shapes... I know what they are.

DAX: Ops to Captain Sisko.

Go ahead.

Sorry to disturb you, Captain but I have Admiral Whatley

calling from Starfleet Headquarters.

I'll take it in here.

Hello, Ben.

Admiral.

How've you been?

Never better.

Glad to hear it.

I know you've been waiting

for this news for a long time.

I'm glad to be the one who tells you.

Bajor's petition to join the Federation

has been approved.

It's about time.

Congratulations, Ben.

You've done a hell of a job out there.

Thank you.

And we're not the only ones who think so.

The Bajorans requested that the signing ceremony

take place on your station.

So make sure you spruce up

that floating bicycle wheel of yours.

Count on me, and a lot of other brass

showing up for this one, Captain.

QUARK: Shh! Shh!

Shhhh!

Computer, spotlight.

Drumroll!

( drumroll sounds )

( cymbal crash )

"Welcome Klingons."

Not that one.

( crowd aahs and applauds )

I see you're prepared for anything.

Never hurts.

I take it you think the, uh, Federation membership

is going to be good for business?

Of course it is.

This station is going to be busier than an Alvanian beehive.

I'm expecting to do

five times the volume in root beer alone.

You see...

it's all about foot traffic.

The more people come in, the more they drink.

The more they drink, the more they talk.

The more they talk

the more they let slip things that I shouldn't know

and that... oh, that always leads to latinum.

Perhaps so, but there is one problem.

What's that?

There is an ancient Klingon proverb that says

"You cannot loosen a man's tongue with root beer."

It is wonderful news, Vedek Mera.

I'll see you at the signing ceremony.

Enjoying the celebration?

As far as I'm concerned

Starfleet should accept a new member every week.

And you, Major, are you celebrating?

You know, five years ago, I wouldn't have been.

I didn't think Federation membership

was right for Bajor.

It hadn't been that long since the occupation.

I thought it was important

for us to learn to stand on our own two feet.

And what changed your mind?

A lot of things.

My time on the station, my dealings with Starfleet...

but mostly the Captain.

He can be very persuasive.

No doubt about it.

He made me a believer.

Well, I'll drink to that.

Where is the Captain?

I'd like to congratulate him.

Well, he was here for a little while

but I think he went back to the holosuite.

Don't worry, I fixed it.

Captain?

Sir?

Is something wrong?

Captain!

Benjamin!

Major.

Are you all right?

I was there.

Sir?

B'hala.

It was the eve of the Peldor Festival.

I could hear them ringing the temple chimes.

You were dreaming.

No.

I was there.

I could smell the burning bateret leaves

taste the incense on the wind.

I was standing in front of the obelisk

and as I looked up, for one moment

I understood it all--

B'hala, the Orbs, the occupation

the discovery of the wormhole...

the coming war with the Dominion.

You could see the future as well as the past?

For one moment

I could see the pattern that held it all together.

You were having a pagh'tem'far...

a sacred vision.

Hell, I don't know what I had

but it felt... wonderful.

The Prophets chose well

when they made you their Emissary.

So how does it all fit together?

I wish I knew.

Someone woke me up.

I was worried about you.

I understand.

If I found you in the middle of a pagh'tem'far

I'd be worried about you, too.

O'Brien to Captain Sisko.

Go ahead.

Sir, I've just received word

that Kai Winn is on her way to the station.

She should arrive in less than two hours.

Thank you, Chief.

Major Kira will greet her at the airlock.

Make my apologies.

Tell the Kai

that I am busy today, but I'll meet with her tomorrow.

Tell...

Make something up.

Where are you going to be?

Right here.

The answer is in this spire.

I know it.

Kai Winn.

Greetings, my child.

You look... very sweet.

Looks can be deceiving.

But you don't need me to tell you that.

Why isn't the Emissary here to greet me?

I'm afraid Captain Sisko's busy at the moment.

Still basking in the adulation

of Starfleet Command.

Well, something like that.

I'm sure the Federation

is very pleased with the job he's done.

I thought everyone was.

Well, not everyone.

You know, our culture

has had only five short years

to recover from the occupation.

Only five years of freedom.

It hardly seems enough time, does it?

Well, Bajor's still going to be free.

Joining the Federation isn't going to change that.

I see working beside Captain Sisko all these years

has had quite an influence on you.

I have to give you credit.

You just never give up.

I'm sure the Emissary

will consider everything you have to say

and then Bajor's admittance can go forward--

unobstructed.

I await the will of the Prophets.

( sighs )

Yes.

Hello, Ben.

Kasidy.

Jake said I could find you here...

Something wrong?

Uh, no, not at all.

I'm just a little surprised.

I didn't know

you'd be happy to see me.

What are you doing for the next few hours?

I don't know.

I just got here.

Why don't you come to Bajor with me?

Right now?

I think I know where to find B'hala--

the sacred lost city of Bajor.

You see these markings here?

They're a coordinate system

keyed to mark the position of stars

at a certain time of night.

You don't have the faintest idea

of what I'm talking about, do you?

Uh, not a clue.

Well, why don't you come to Bajor

and I will show you.

I'm not even sure where I'm staying yet.

You can have your old quarters.

If you want them.

They're still available?

Everything is just as you left it.

I have some pull with the station's C.O.

Ben...

I've missed you.

I'm glad you're back.

Now, what do you say we go find B'hala?

Somehow, I don't think you'll take no for an answer.

This way.

Uh, we must be 200 meters underground.

I don't want to be negative, Ben

but this doesn't look like a lost city to me.

You're looking at 20,000 years of sediment here.

Come on. Stay close.

We're not far from...

Oh, what's the matter?

It's nothing.

I'll be all right in a second.

Julian said that headaches

might be a side effect of the accident.

Or obsessing over an ancient Bajoran city--

is that a side effect, too?

You're being negative again.

Come on.

It's just around the bend.

What is it?

B'hala.

Ben, it's a wall of stone.

But what's behind the wall?

These quarters are not appropriate

for Admiral Colti.

She outranks Admiral Veta.

Then we'll put her in H-2

Veta in D-9, and Rifkin in K-4.

That will not do.

Rifkin commands a starship.

Protocol requires he be given equal quarters.

But he's only a Captain.

It is naval tradition.

So is keelhauling, but right now

we should focus on accommodations.

Don't you agree, Major?

Major?

Hmm?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt your reverie.

I was just thinking about Captain Sisko finding B'hala.

Bajoran archaeologists have been searching

for the sacred city for 10,000 years.

He found it in just a few days.

Your gods have granted the Captain a powerful vision.

Or else he made a very lucky guess.

It's a sign.

A sign from the Prophets.

I wonder if the Prophets can help us

find quarters for Captain Rifkin.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

I was wondering, could I have a word with you, Major?

Of course.

Good luck.

I was about to say the same to you.

Child

you and the Emissary are close, are you not?

I consider Captain Sisko a friend.

So you know his mind

how he thinks, how he reacts

in certain situations.

I'm not really sure what you're asking.

I'm asking if you think the Emissary will forgive me.

Forgive you?

For doubting him.

He must have been aware that I never

truly believed he was the Emissary.

I'm sure it crossed his mind.

Well, I was wrong. I know that now.

Only someone touched by the Prophets

could have found B'hala.

Does that mean you're not going to try to block

Bajor's admittance into the Federation?

I'm going to follow the path

the Emissary has laid out for us.

I...

I-I must admit

I'm surprised to hear that.

It takes a lot of courage to admit you're wrong.

And you think I lack courage?

I didn't say that.

But it is what you think.

Those of you who were in the resistance

you're all the same.

You think you're the only ones

who fought the Cardassians.

That you saved Bajor single-handedly.

Perhaps you forget, Major

the Cardassians arrested any Bajoran found

to be teaching the word of the Prophets.

I was in a Cardassian prison camp for five years

and I can remember each and every beating I suffered

and while you had your weapons to protect you

all I had was my faith

and my courage.

Walk with the Prophets, child.

I know I will.

Hello, Admiral.

Ben. So this is the ancient city of Balla.

B'hala.

Missing for 20,000 years, and you found it.

Pretty impressive.

Sure as hell impressed the Bajorans.

How'd you know where to look?

You might say it came to me in a vision.

I know that's

what the Bajorans think

but just between me and you, what really happened?

I know it's hard to understand

but it really was a vision.

For the past few days, I've had

these moments of insights...

flashes of understanding.

And they started after that accident.

I don't know, Ben.

This is a little strange.

You didn't come here to see B'hala, did you, Admiral?

No.

I came to see you

and I was surprised you weren't on the station

when I arrived.

I'm sorry about that.

Not sorry enough

to return my com signals-- all three of them.

That could get an officer in a lot of trouble.

Look, Ben...

I need to know that I can count on you.

Now, Bajor's admission is only the beginning.

Now comes the hard part.

Federation Council members have to be chosen.

The Bajoran militia

has to be absorbed into Starfleet.

There are thousands

of details that have to be overseen

and you're our point man here.

That means we need to depend on you more than ever.

Don't worry.

I won't let you down.

I'm glad to hear that.

Now what do you say we get back up to the station?

I can't go back to the station, not just yet.

Why not? I'm sure the Bajorans can take it from here.

Or were you thinking of digging up this entire city

all by yourself?

Charlie...

I just need a little more time.

For what?

For answers.

There's... there's clarity here.

I-I wish I could explain it better

but I can't!

You're scaring me with this, Ben.

I'm a little scared, too, Admiral.

All right.

I'll give you some time

but I want you back on the station by 0700 hours tomorrow.

You're to report to Dr. Bashir for a complete physical.

I'll be there.

Good.

It's 0715.

Where the hell is he?

His runabout only docked 25 minutes ago, sir.

I'm sure he's on his way.

When he gets here

I want you to give him a full workup.

I examined him before he left for Bajor.

He didn't complain of any new symptoms

but my scan still showed the same odd synaptic potentials.

I was hoping the problem would have cured itself by now.

But it hasn't.

I could try neuropolaric induction

but that's a very serious operation

and I'd rather not do that

unless it were absolutely necessary.

So in the meantime, he's going to keep having visions.

I knew we were headed for trouble

the minute he allowed the Bajorans

to call him "Emissary."

He didn't have much choice.

The Bajorans are deeply committed

to their spirituality

not to mention incredibly stubborn.

They believe that Captain Sisko is the Emissary

and nothing's going to change their minds.

( clamoring outside )

I told you he'd be here, sir.

There's no need to worry.

The katterpod harvest will be much better this year.

You don't belong here.

Go home.

( gasping )

( crowd murmuring )

Captain.

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Admiral.

What is it, Ben?

Your son.

You can stop worrying about him.

He forgives you.

How the hell did he know

that Kevin and I weren't getting along?

He's the Emissary.

That should do it.

I'll have the test results in a few minutes.

Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Captain?

Cardassia.

Sir?

That's where it was going-- the cloud.

What cloud?

I was on Bajor.

B'hala had been rebuilt.

The people were in the streets celebrating

but then, a shadow covered the sun.

We looked up and saw a cloud filling the sky.

It was a swarm of locusts--

billions of them.

They hovered above the city.

The noise was deafening.

But, just as quickly as they came, they moved on.

Now I know where they were going-- Cardassia.

What do you think it means?

I don't know.

At least the swarm

was moving away from Bajor.

That's a good sign-- isn't it?

But what do the locusts represent?

And why Cardassia?

You were dreaming

and dreams don't always make sense.

This was no dream.

Captain, why didn't you tell me

about these headaches of yours?

I guess I was too busy.

Well, if you'd stayed... busy much longer

you could have died.

The area of unusual neural activity

has increased another eight percent.

As a result, your basal ganglia are starting to depolarize.

I'm going to have to operate--

try to repolarize

your neural sheaths.

How will that affect my visions?

That's not really the issue here, is it?

It is to me.

Doctor?

Well, there's no way to tell for sure

but I assume if I can complete the procedure

your brain activity will return to normal

and the visions will stop.

Then you can't do it.

Ben, that's ridiculous.

If I don't operate, sir...

you could die.

I understand that

but something is happening to me--

something extraordinary.

I have to see it through.

What do you mean you're not going

to let Dr. Bashir operate on you?

You have to.

Don't you see?

These visions are gifts.

I can't refuse them.

I cannot believe what I'm hearing.

Listen to yourself, Ben, sitting there telling us

that this mystical journey of yours is more important

than watching your son grow up.

Dad, please think about what you're doing.

These visions...

they're not worth dying for.

I remember...

the first time I held you in my hands...

you were only a few minutes old

and I looked down at your face

and it was almost as if I could see

your whole life stretched out

in front of you--

all the joys it would bring

and the bruises...

it was all there

hidden in that scrunched-up little face.

The baby that I'm holding in my hands now...

is the universe itself

and I need time to study its face.

Look at the face of your son now

and then tell me

you're doing the right thing.

( door chimes )

Come in.

It's time, Emissary, if you're ready.

I am.

Ready for what?

WINN: The Emissary

has asked for help in his journey.

I'm providing it.

And you trust her?

Since when?

Jake...

it'll be all right.

I love you--

both of you.

I've never seen the temple so crowded.

Seemed like every Bajoran on the station

was there to pray for the Emissary.

Glad to hear it.

He's going to need all the help he can get

if he's going to survive this.

The Captain is not going to die.

He is the Emissary.

The Prophets will take

care of him.

With all due respect, Major

I'd rather see Julian take care of him.

Chief, I know you're worried

but the Prophets are leading the Emissary

on this path for a reason.

They cannot understand.

Since when did you believe in the Prophets?

What I believe in...

is faith.

Without it, there can be no victory.

If the Captain's faith is strong

he will prevail.

That's not much to bet his life on.

You're wrong.

It's everything.

I hope you're right, Major.

I hope you're right.

He asks for your guidance.

Let him see with your eyes.

Lift the veil of darkness that obscures his path.

Emissary?

I'm ready.

( cries out )

The Orb of Prophecy is very powerful.

It taxes even the healthy.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

I have to.

I need to bring the visions into focus...

tie them together.

I can't do it alone.

But you're very weak.

Perhaps it would be better to wait till after the signing.

I may not have time.

I need to do it now.

As you wish.

May the Prophets reveal their wisdom to you, Emissary.

He's already an hour late.

He's still consulting the Orb of Prophecy.

How long do these Orb experiences last?

Minutes. Hours. Sometimes days.

Then maybe we shouldn't wait for him.

Do you have any objections to proceeding

without Captain Sisko?

I'm sure the Emissary would want to be here...

but under the circumstances...

May I have your attention?

I've been looking forward to this day for many years

as I'm sure all of you have.

Welcoming a new planet to the Federation

is the happiest assignment an Admiral could hope for.

The Federation is not just a union of planets.

It's much more.

It...

Emissary!

Get him to the Infirmary.

No. I have to tell them.

What is it, Emissary?

Have the Prophets revealed something to you?

Locusts...

they'll destroy Bajor

unless it stands alone.

Ben, what the hell are you talking about?

It's too soon!

Bajor must not join the Federation.

If it does, it will be destroyed.

His entire central nervous system

is depolarizing.

We have to operate immediately.

Then what are you waiting for?

Captain Sisko made it clear

he didn't want surgery.

What are you suggesting, Major?

We stand around and let him die?

It isn't about what I want or what you want.

It's about Captain Sisko

and he told us that he doesn't want anything

interfering with his visions.

Major, these visions may be important

but I think we're all in agreement here

that they are not as important as Captain Sisko's life.

Start the procedures.

It's not that simple.

Captain Sisko refused surgery

and I can't go against the decision of my patient--

not without the express consent

of his closest relative.

I guess that means it's up to me.

Dad...

I know you want to see this thing to the end...

but...

I need you.

I'm sorry.

Do what you have to do.

Prepare for surgery.

I'm afraid I'm going

to have to ask you all to leave.

Nurse.

Any news about the Emissary?

He's still in surgery.

( sighs )

I hope the Prophets will forgive us.

We never should have allowed the Federation to interfere

with the Emissary's visions.

It wasn't the Federation.

It was his son and he had every right

to make that decision.

It was a selfish act.

He's an 18-year-old boy

who doesn't want to lose his father.

What would you have done in his place?

I would trust the Prophets.

Maybe we're the ones who need to trust the Prophets.

For all we know, this is part of their plan.

Maybe... maybe they've told Captain Sisko

everything they want him to know.

Perhaps.

I suppose you heard

that Bajor will not join the Federation today.

The Council

of Ministers has voted to delay acceptance

of Federation membership.

You must be very pleased.

I wish I were

but things are not that simple, not anymore.

Before Captain Sisko found B'hala, my path was clear.

I knew who my enemies were.

But now... now, nothing is certain.

No...

( voice breaking ): No! You took them away!

We had no choice.

You were dying.

I almost had it.

Almost understood it all.

Now it's gone.

( door chimes )

Yes.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine, Admiral.

Look, Ben, it's not too late.

You could contact the Chamber of Ministers--

tell them you were wrong.

Convince them to accept Federation membership.

I can't do that.

The visions may have faded.

Everything I said, everything I did

still feels right.

When I said

that Bajor should wait before it joins the Federation

I have never felt so certain about anything in my life.

I was afraid you would say that, Ben.

I could have your commission for this.

I know.

But considering how the Bajorans feel about you

if I pulled you from this post

we'd probably lose Bajor forever.

( sighs )

Admiral, for what it's worth

I wish things had turned out differently.

So do I.

But it's not over.

One day, Bajor will join the Federation.

That I'm sure of.

Are you speaking as a Starfleet Captain

or as the Emissary of the Prophets?

Both.

In that case

I'll keep the champagne on ice.

( door opens )

Just in time, Dad.

What's this all about?

It's about jambalaya.

We never had that "welcome back" dinner for Kasidy.

Welcome back...

the both of us.

Ben, I can't say I understand

what you've gone through.

I know you feel you've lost something important

and maybe you have.

But believe me...

you've held on to something important as well.

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