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Captain's Personal Log,
Stardate 51247.5.

It's been a week since
our return to Deep Space 9,

but the mood
of celebration continues.

We're still at war,
and the station's

been designated headquarters
for the Ninth Fleet.

That, plus our strategic
position guarding the wormhole,

makes DS9 one of the
most tempting targets

in the entire quadrant.

But for now, at least,
the war seems very far away.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Morning, Major.

Good morning, Captain.

Do you know how much I
missed hearing you say that?

Do you know how much
I hated saying

"Good morning, Dukat"?

I can imagine.

What's on the agenda?

USS Potemkin
has completed her repairs

and is rejoining the fleet
later today.

Exeter, Sutherland and Agaki

have submitted resupply requests

and there are
about 1,000 messages

from Starfleet Command

awaiting your "eyes-only"
attention.

Anything else?

General Martok is waiting
in your office.

Oh, I'll start with the General.

I thought you would.

Have I mentioned that
it's good to be home?

Once or twice.

All right.

You knew about this, didn't you?

Oh, I had a pretty good idea.

And you did nothing to stop it.

No.

In fact, I recommended you
for the position myself.

Allow me to offer
my congratulations

to the new Supreme Commander

of the Ninth Fleet.

Do you have any idea
how much paperwork

a Supreme Commander has to do?

You're welcome.

May I arrange quarters
for you on the station?

No, I'll keep my flag
aboard the Rotarran.

It may be cramped but at least
I'll feel like I'm still in the war.

By the way, I'd like Worf
to continue functioning

as my principal
Intelligence Officer.

I don't see any problem
with that.

He's the only officer I know
who can never get enough work.

Well, at least if he's busy

he'll stop going on
about this wedding of his.

Oh, there were times
aboard the Rotarran

he nearly drove me mad.

Until his son arrived,
it was all he could talk about.

Then Alexander became
all he could talk about.

The man is nothing
if not single-minded.

I haven't met Worf's son yet.

What's he like?

He's a fine boy...

dedicated, eager.

He has the heart of his father,

but he's not the best
soldier I've ever seen.

But when he ordered me
to bring the system back online,

I thought he was still talking

about the hydro-static
system, so...

You didn't engage the pumps

while the check valves
were open.

He did.

I flooded the entire deck

with super-heated
hydraulic fluid.

It took me three days
to clean it up,

but, I swear, it still smells
like burnt dog hair in there.

Remind me to keep you away
from the Defiant. You're a menace.

The Rotarran's crew actually
thinks of me as a good luck charm.

You know, the more mistakes
I make, the safer they feel.

I hope the Ya'Vang's crew
feels the same way.

The Ya'Vang?

I got new orders this morning.

The battle cruiser Ya'Vang
took heavy losses

in their last engagement

so most of the Rotarran's crew
are being transferred there

at the end of the week,
including me.

Uh, more bloodwine?

- Why not?
- No. Not for me.

Handsome young man.

He must get his looks
from his mother's side.

What do you want?

Have you had a chance
to reconsider my offer?

We are not getting
married in this bar.

The ceremony will take place
on the Klingon homeworld

after the war.

Worf, let's do it here,
this week

before Alexander leaves.

Perfect.

I'll handle
all the arrangements.

Wait. I thought
we had agreed.

We did, but I would hate
for Alexander

to miss his father's wedding.

It would mean so much to him.

And besides,
it may be a long time

before you see him again.

What's going on?

Our wedding plans have changed.

We are getting married
here on Deep Space 9

and I would like you
to be my Tawi'Yan.

"Sword-bearer."

It's sort of like a best man.

Me?

Really?

Oh, that's great!

I'll put that on your tab.

It doesn't leave much time

to make all the arrangements

but fortunately, there isn't
that much left to do.

Worf's been planning
the ceremony

for the last three months.

He has everything figured out

right down to the
color of my shoes.

No offense, Jadzia,
but it seems like this wedding's

all about what Worf wants.

Uh, Habitat Ring,
Section 51 Gamma.

What about you?

A traditional Klingon wedding
with all the trimmings

is something Worf's been
thinking about since he was a boy.

It probably has something to do
with being raised by human parents.

In any case, when it comes
to Klingon tradition,

Worf is very sentimental.

Worf?

All men are sentimental.

They just cover it up with
scowls and clenched jaws.

There are times when Worf
literally gets misty-eyed

talking about Klingon rituals.

So, uh, that's
why you're letting him

make the plans for the wedding?

Mostly, but the truth is

I've already been through
five Trill ceremonies --

three as a bride,
two as a groom,

and I'm a little bored with it.

Is it my imagination

or did Odo just
try and avoid us?

I didn't notice.

We've been avoiding each other

ever since the Dominion
left the station.

I think we're both
afraid of talking

about what happened
during the occupation.

What do you mean?

Oh, to tell you the truth,

it's nothing I want to talk
about right now either.

Thank you for coming.

As you probably know by now,

Jadzia and I will be married
here on the station in six days.

There's nothing more romantic

than a wedding on
DS9 in springtime.

When the neutrinos are in bloom.

By tradition,
the Klingon man spends

the four nights
before his wedding

on a mental
and spiritual journey.

It is called Kal'Hyah,
"The Path of Clarity"

and he is accompanied
by his closest male friends.

You cannot imagine
the experience that awaits us --

four long nights filled
with song and fellowship.

A time of unbridled pleasures.

Are we talking
about a bachelor party here?

It is a similar ritual.

Sounds good to me.

Me, too.

Count me in.

We will meet in the holosuite
tomorrow night at 2100 hours.

I advise you
all to get plenty of rest.

Four nights
at a Klingon bachelor party.

Just think of the possibilities.

Thank God Keiko's not here.

I wonder what Dax will be doing

while we're traveling
down Kal'Hyah.

She will be taking
a different journey...

with my wife.

Your wife?

By marrying Worf,

Dax will be joining
the House of Martok.

Since the mistress of a great
House must approve all marriages,

Sirella will spend the next
four days evaluating Jadzia.

My lady.

You've put on weight...

and your hair is going gray.

My deterioration
is proceeding apace.

I thought you would be
in your grave by now.

I shall endeavor to die --

this year, if possible.

Allow me to present
Captain Benjamin Sisko,

Commander of Deep Space 9.

Captain, may I present

the mistress of the House
of Martok, my wife

and the mother of my children...

Sirella, daughter of Linkasa.

Welcome to Deep Space 9.

Thank you, Captain.

Where is she?

Jadzia's quarters
are in the Habitat Ring,

Section... 25 Alpha.

Shall I escort you?

It's quite far away.

I'll find my way.

If you'll excuse me.

Magnificent, isn't she?

Are those real var'Hama candles?

Yes, Worf, I traveled to Kronos.

I captured three targs
in the Hamar mountains,

made the ritual
sacrifice at dawn,

came back to the station,

asked Quark to boil their
shoulders into tallow.

Then, I spent two days
molding them into candles

with my own hands.

I was just asking.

You were criticizing again.

Relax.

She's not going to reject
a prospective daughter

because the var'Hama
candles in her welcoming display

were replicated.

Come in.

What is he doing here?

I meant no disrespect.

Then leave.

Your worthiness to join
our House will now be judged

according to the traditions
of my family.

I am prepared, my lady.

I doubt that.

A Klingon woman would find it
difficult to gain my favor.

For... an alien,

it will most likely
be impossible.

I like a challenge.

I will not have my authority
challenged by you.

That's not what I meant.

If you cannot say what you mean,
say nothing at all.

The evaluation
will begin tomorrow morning.

Have the traditional meal
prepared before I arrive.

And in the future,

if you cannot trouble yourself
to make real var'Hama candles,

try not to use
such obvious fakes.

You never told me that your wife
was opposed to this marriage.

Sirella is a woman
of strong convictions.

She believes that by bringing
aliens into our families,

we risk losing our
identity as Klingons.

That is a prejudiced,
xenophobic view.

We are Klingons, Worf.

We don't embrace other cultures.
We conquer them.

If someone wishes to join us,
they must honor our traditions

and prove themselves worthy

of wearing the crest
of a Great House.

Jadzia is worthy.

Of course she is.

She's an honorable woman
and a formidable warrior.

You should say that to Sirella.

That's not such a good idea.

I don't want her to think

that I'm interfering
in her domain.

Perhaps I should speak with her.

Coming from me,

it would not seem like a
challenge to her authority.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Why?

Well, um...

the truth is...

she doesn't like you
that much either.

Me.

Don't let that bother you.

I had every right
to bring you into the family

and she's accepted the fact

that there's nothing
she can do about it.

How comforting.

And they say that you
have no sense of humor.

I could do without the heat.

I can't, uh, say much
for the decor either.

Well, it can't be
all fun and games.

I'm sure there has to be
some sort of ritual

we have to go through
before the party begins.

There is going to be
a party, isn't there?

You're asking me?

I can barely say
my name in Klingon.

Prepare yourselves, my friends,

for a journey you
won't soon forget.

These...

are Ma'Stakas.

What, uh, what do
we do with them?

At the conclusion
of the wedding ceremony

you will use them
to attack Worf and Dax.

Obviously.
Don't you know anything?

The tradition dates back to the
wedding of Kahless and Lukara

who were nearly killed
by Molor's troops

moments after they were married.

Until the ceremony,

you should keep these with you
at all times.

I trust this combat
is non-lethal.

It is a symbolic attack only.

Oh.

That food is not to be eaten.

Then what is it for?

It is there to tempt us
to break our fast.

Fast?

There are six trials we must
face on the path to Kal'Hyah.

This is the first -- deprivation.

We now begin a fast
that will continue

until the day of the wedding.

Well, th-that's four days away.

It is a short time,

I know, but we must
make the best of it.

What are the other five trials?

Blood, pain, sacrifice,
anguish...

and death.

Sounds like marriage, all right.

How would you know?

It is time to begin.

Need more
flowers on the banister.

We're ready
with the banner, boss.

Raise it.

You're up early.

I thought writers slept late.

Not always.

I sold my first book today.

Really? How much
did you get for it?

It's just a figure of speech.

The Federation News Service is
going to publish a book of my stories

about life on the station
under Dominion rule.

And they're not paying you?

No.

Well, then you have
my sympathies

and the first round
of drinks is on the house.

Really?

No. It's a figure
of speech.

Look, I want to tell
my dad about the book.

Is he still in the holosuite?

Oh, yeah.
They're still up there.

What are they doing?

It's a Klingon bachelor party.

You're a writer.

Use your imagination.

Alexander.

Grandma?

Guess again.

We're still on the...?

The road to Kal'Hyah, day 500.

Maybe we should
turn down the heat

you know, for Alexander's sake.

Oh, no, it's okay.
I, uh...

I just need some water.

Now, you don't want
to push yourself too hard.

You know, turning down the heat
might be a good idea.

The whole point
is to push yourself

to the limits of your endurance.

I will.

I want to travel
the entire path to Kal'Hyah.

Stoke the fire again!

As you wish.

Of course, we cannot expect
you non-Klingons to...

have the same stamina as we do.

If you wish to quit,

no one will think
any less of you.

Who said anything
about quitting?

Not me.

I like the heat.

That's the spirit.

Again.

I've done it
three times already.

You continue to rush
through the ceremony,

your body position is poor,

and the placement
of the braziers

on their pedestals is sloppy.

Do you know how heavy
those things are?

A Klingon woman
would not complain.

You wouldn't make
a Klingon woman

do it three times in a row.

I wouldn't have to.

She'd have done it correctly
the first time.

End this now, Jadzia.

Go back to your own people.

They will tolerate
your weaknesses

and your failings in a
way that a Klingon family

never will.

In our House, you would
always be an alien --

an outsider.

At best, you'd be
an object of pity,

but you'd never be accepted,

never an equal

because you can never
truly be one of us.

Ko'ma Kahless

Ko'ma Kahless

Ko'ma Kahless.

But the Second Dynasty ended
when General K'Trelan

assassinated Emperor Reclaw.

For the next ten years,
the Empire was ruled

by a Council elected
by the people.

Modern-day Klingon historians

refer to this
as "The Dark Time."

But it's interesting to note
that this first and only

experiment in Klingon democracy

actually produced
several reforms...

You are straying from the saga.

Am I?

Your task is to recite
the complete chronicle

of the women in my family.

I just thought I'd give you

a broader historical perspective
along the way.

I am familiar
with Klingon history.

Now, return to the story
of my 23rd maternal grandmother

Shenara,
daughter of Emperor Reclaw

in the Second Dynasty.

Well, that's where we run
into a little bit of a problem.

You see, I did some research

and when Emperor Reclaw
was killed,

all of the members
of the Imperial Family

were put to death,
including Shenara.

When the Third Dynasty
was founded ten years later,

a new group of Klingons
were given the titles

and the names of the original
Imperial Family...

to create the illusion
of an unbroken line.

So, the woman that you think of

as your 23rd
maternal grandmother...

isn't related to you at all.

Your real ancestor's name
was Karana,

a concubine living outside
the Imperial Stables.

My grandmother's name
was Shenara.

That may be
what's been passed down

from generation to generation,
but it has no basis in fact.

But who cares about facts?

The chronicle says that you have
Imperial blood in your veins,

and that's exactly what
we'll keep telling everyone.

Continue with the saga.

My pleasure.

Hey, Major.

Is it true Dax is having
a party tomorrow night?

Ah, news travels fast.

- Well, is it by invitation or...?
- I'm sure you're welcome.

And you can tell Nog
the same goes for him, too.

Great.

Oh, I understand
congratulations are in order

to our newest published author.

Thank you.

- What was all that about?
- Nothing.

There they go.

They look so serious.

It's all an act.

They don't want
the rest of us to know

what kind of
debauchery they're up to.

Like what?

It's a Klingon bachelor party.

Use your imagination.

Now begins the Trial of Blood.

Let rivers flow from our veins.

Who will be first?

I did not expect it
to be you, Doctor.

Neither did I.

Do not worry.

The pain will last
for only a moment.

Ta-hoo!

- Isn't that grand?
- Yeah! Whoo!

All right!
He's unbelievable.

He's something.

Lieutenant Manuele Atoa

from the Starship Sutherland.

I've never seen
anything like that.

Neither have I.

Let's get something to eat.

A woman of many talents.

It's a shame she's
about to waste them all

on that walking frown
she calls a fiancé.

She's too good for him.

I've said that
from the beginning.

Are you jealous?

There's no profit in jealousy.

That's not a denial.

It's not to be quoted either.

Oh, don't worry.

So when did you first realize
you had these feelings for Dax?

Quark, wait.

Miles?

Yeah?

It's working.

I've had a vision...

about the future.

I can see it so clearly.

What is it?

I'm going to kill Worf.

I'm going to kill Worf.

That's what I'm going to do.

I can see it clearly now.

I'm going to kill him.

Kill Worf.

Kill Worf.

- Kill Worf.
- Kill Worf.

Kill Worf.

I've been getting complaints
about the noise.

Someone even mentioned a fight?

Oh, there was a scuffle

between Morn and
one of the Bolians

but they worked it out.

How long will this...

party continue?

This party will continue
until further notice

on the personal authority
of this station's First Officer

who just happens to be me.

Mm-hmm.

You're in a good mood.

Well, it's a good party.

Well...

Odo...

Odo...

I think we have
a lot to talk about.

- I agree.
- So let's talk.

Now?

Don't you think we've
put it off long enough?

Enjoy yourselves.

Let's, um...

find someplace
a little quieter.

Thanks for the show.

Thanks for getting me
the day off.

Captain Shelby owed me a favor.

Actually, owed me several.

In fact, how would you like
to have another two days off?

Two?

What do I have to do?

Not much.

Just give me something
fun to look at

for the rest of the evening.

Anything else?

I'll let you know.

You!

Leave her
or I'll cut your head off

and hang it from my belt.

I'll take care of this.

You weren't invited.

It is time
for the Bre'Nan ritual.

I'm busy.

Busy acting like a Risian slut.

I'm only going to ask
you to leave once.

You will come
with me now and perform

the Bre'Nan ritual
to my satisfaction

or I will cancel your wedding.

Ladies, please.

Why is everyone standing around?

The party's
just getting started.

Play something!

Double raktajino, extra sweet.

What time is it?

1030 hours.

Come on.

Wrong door.

Excuse me, sir.

Jadzia, we need to...

You're mad.

I am concerned.

Yeah, well, I'm hung over.

Can we talk later?

We have a very serious problem.

Sirella has canceled
the wedding.

She doesn't waste
any time, does she?

She said you attacked her.

She pulled a knife.

You are forbidden to join
the House of Martok.

So I won't be invited
to the family picnics.

I'll live.

I cannot believe
how you're taking

this so lightly.

Do you hear that?

What?

It sounds like voices.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Is the party over?

You could say that.
It's 10:30.

In the morning?
I'm on duty.

So am I.

It was a great party.

Thanks.

We must deal
with the situation now.

Stop yelling.
My head hurts.

You must go to Sirella
and beg her forgiveness.

I don't beg.

You are allowing
your pride to blind you.

Look who's talking.

You want me to go crawling
to some old hag

just so you can have your
traditional Klingon wedding.

This is about more
than just tradition.

You and I have embarked
on a spiritual journey,

one that will bind us together

through this life
and into the next.

You cannot turn back now.

Maybe you're on
a spiritual journey, Worf,

but I just want to get married.

So why don't you go back
to sweating and bleeding

with your friends
in the holosuite,

and when you're done,

meet me in Benjamin's office

and he'll perform the ceremony.

If that is your attitude...

perhaps Sirella
was right about you.

There should be no wedding.

That's fine with me.

What's going on?

Haven't you heard?

The wedding's off.

Off? Why?

She says it's because
he's a pig-headed, stubborn man

who puts tradition
before everything else.

He says it's because
she's a frivolous

emotional woman

who refuses to take him
or his culture seriously.

You can see the problem.

They're both right.

Exactly.

Well... there's only
one thing for it.

Dinner.

I'll get the menu.

Enter.

Worf...

you've made a grave error.

Perhaps.

Do you still love her?

Of course.

However, in this case, that...

may not be enough.

Anyone can see that we are
hopelessly mismatched.

She is a Trill;
I am a Klingon.

She has had five marriages.

This would be my first.

When she is laughing,
I am somber.

When I am happy, she is crying.

She plays tongo with
the Ferengi bartender.

I can barely stand him.

She mocks everything...

while I take
everything seriously.

She is nothing like the
woman I thought I would marry.

We are not accorded the luxury

of choosing the women
we fall in love with.

Do you think Sirella
is anything like the woman

I thought that I'd marry?

She is a prideful,
arrogant, mercurial woman

who shares my bed far too
infrequently for my taste.

And yet...

I love her...

deeply.

Hmm.

We Klingons often tout our...

prowess in battle...

our desire for glory and honor
above all else...

but how hollow is
the sound of victory...

without someone
to share it with?

Honor gives little comfort

to a man alone in his home...

and in his heart.

One steak with mushrooms,

baked potato, sour cream
and chives.

I should have had that.

One double Altair sandwich,
no mustard...

two bowls of linguini,

Bajoran shrimp
with extra cheese.

One loaf of mapa bread.

Quark, where's the kava juice?

They're still
squeezing the roots

unless you want replicated.

We'll wait.

What do you think you're doing?

The wedding's been called off.

It's back on.

Worf is apologizing to Jadzia
at this very moment.

Quark, take it all away.

No food for those
on the path to Kal'Hyah.

No refunds for those on the path
to Kal'Hyah as well.

Sorry.

Father, what happened?

She refused to change her mind

and the wedding is still off.

Where is she?

In her quarters.

I'll go talk to her.

Just... keep them away
from the food?

Come in!

Save your breath.

Worf's gone too far,
and now it's over.

Do you know what
he wanted me to do?

He wanted me to go crawling
on my hands and knees to Sirella

to beg her forgiveness.

Beg her! Me!

I was once the Federation
Ambassador to the Klingon Empire.

I negotiated
the Khitomer Accords

before Worf was even born.

Curzon negotiated the Accords!

And I've got news for you,
old man.

You're not Curzon anymore.

And what the hell is that
supposed to mean?

It means that you
can't expect Sirella

to treat you like Curzon

just because you carry
his memories.

To her, you're just
a young woman

who decided to marry
into her family.

If it means you have to bow down

and kiss her boots,

that's exactly what you have
to do, and you knew that.

The moment you decided
to marry Worf,

you knew that sooner or later
you'd have to bow down

and show her the respect
that she's due.

This is Worf's fault --

Worf and his traditional
Klingon wedding.

Well, he may have let this
wedding business go to his head,

but you are 356 years old.

Compared to you,
Worf is just a kid.

And if you can't abide
by Klingon traditions,

then you never should
have let yourself

fall in love with him
in the first place.

And you are in love with him.

I wasn't looking
to fall in love.

I was perfectly happy by myself.

I had friends, a career,
adventure...

Then one day...

this Klingon with a bad attitude

walked into my life

and the next thing I know,
I'm getting married.

After 356 years
and seven lifetimes...

I still lead with my heart.

You know, that is what
I've always loved about you.

And I think that's why
Worf loves you, too.

Whatever happened to that
young, callow Ensign

I used to know?

The one who used to turn to me
for advice all the time?

You know, the one with hair?

I grew up.

I guess it's time
I grow up, too.

Mmm.

With fire and steel

did the gods forge
the Klingon heart.

So fiercely did it beat,

so loud was the sound,
that the gods cried out,

"On this day
we have brought forth

"the strongest heart
in all the heavens.

"None can stand before it
without trembling

at its strength."

But then the Klingon heart
weakened

its steady rhythm faltered
and the gods said,

"Why have you weakened so?

"We have made you the strongest

in all of creation."

And the heart said...

I am alone.

And the gods knew
that they had erred.

So they went back to their forge

and brought forth...
another heart.

But the second heart
beat stronger than the first,

and the first was jealous
of its power.

Fortunately...

the second heart was
tempered by wisdom.

If we join together,
no force can stop us.

And when the two hearts
began to beat together,

they filled the heavens
with a terrible sound.

For the first time,
the gods knew fear.

They tried to flee,
but it was too late.

The Klingon hearts destroyed
the gods who created them

and turned the heavens to ashes.

To this very day,

no one can oppose the beating
of two Klingon hearts.

Not even me.

Worf, son of Mogh,

does your heart beat
only for this woman?

Yes.

And will you swear
to join with her

and stand with her against all

who oppose you?

I swear.

Jadzia, daughter of Kela,

does your heart beat
only for this man?

Yes.

And do you swear
to join with him

and stand with him

against all
who would oppose you?

I swear.

Then let all present
here today know

that this man
and this woman are married.

Now?

Not yet.

Now?

Patience.

My Lady.

Welcome to the House
of Martok...

my daughter.

Now, Doctor!