A Klingon warrior entered the High Council chamber, strode briskly to the Chancellor, spoke privately to him, and departed the chamber.
     "We are convinced," the Chancellor declared, "This is indeed Kosh you hold."
     "Lord Chancellor, on behalf of The House of Duras, my sister and I formally wish to offer this 'patoq' as a gift to the High Council," Toral spoke as he shoved Alexander towards the Chancellor.
     Pachqua stood guard over a pair of battered young Klingon warriors lying unconsciously several paces away.   The nearby fallen Kut'luch daggers and bloodied faces of Bakra and Teqrel told of a recent struggle.
     The Chancellor approached Alexander, circled him, and as he examined him, addressed Toral.
     "Do you know whose son this is you've brought me?"
     Toral responded, "Alexander, Son of Rozhenko!"
     "Ah, Son of Rozhenko, yes!," the Chancellor continued smiling into Alexander's face.   "He doesn't know who you are, Alexander, Son of Rozhenko.   Tell him whose son you are, then."
     Alexander spoke assertively, "I am Alexander, son of..."
     "Worf, Son of Mogh!"
     Their eyes turned to the chamber's entranceway to see who spoke these words.
     "Father?," Alexander asked with surprise.
     Worf took several steps into the room.   The startled Toral moved to block his way, realization transforming his expression.

     "Alexander -- your son?   Well, well, what a day can bring!   Pachqua, guard the prisoner," Toral began as he sauntered slowly towards Worf.   "First, I deliver Kosh, Traitor to The Empire, regaining honor for the house of Duras.   Then, into my hands falls the one who stole my personal honor, who robbed me of the fate which was rightfully mine to bear.   I think I'm beginning to piece it together -- Civilist sympathizer!"
     Toral reached a hand behind to grab his Kut'luch.
     "Father, watch out!," Alexander warned.   But as he began to move towards Toral, Pachqua felled him with a blow to his stomach.   Worf started forward, but Toral was on him in an instant, kut'luch drawn to his throat.
     "I was hoping you'd try that," Toral snarled.
     "Chancellor," Worf called out, "spare my son!"
     But he replied, "Your honor is challenged, Son of Mogh.   The Council will not interfere."
     Toral snarled, "Your duty was to take my life, Klingon!   Instead, you choose to spare it.   It's no mystery to me where Alexander, Son of Worf, gets his Civilist ideas from!"

     Alexander started to rise, but a breath-taking kick from Pachqua landed him on his back.   Bakra roused at that moment, and struggled to grab the Kut'luch that lay nearby.   "Alexander!", he distracted Pachqua as he called out.   With gasping effort, he tossed his dagger near Alexander, who reached out for it.   But Pachqua turned and crushed Alexander's hand with her foot.   She picked up the weapon.
     "Nice work, my sister," Toral spoke.   "Finish him. His death will be the beginning of my revenge, and his father's fading memory."

     Pachqua grabbed Alexander's hair in one hand, and raised him to half height.   Worf struggled in Toral's grip, and the two fell to the floor, wrestling for an upper hand.   As Pachqua stabbed her dagger towards Alexander's breast, Bakra cried out, "No!"   In the distraction, Toral was able to wrestle Worf to his back, and now knelt over him, Kut'luch in both hands as Worf reached up with both of his to stop it's descent.
     "Revenge...," Toral began, "...is a dish...", the struggling dagger was nearing Worf's throat.
     Pachqua's Kut'luch did not penetrate Alexander's tunic, and in the moment of both their surprise, Alexander felt a burst of fierce determination he had never known before.   Clasping his hands together, in one swift movement, he rose with a roar, knocked the dagger from Pachqua's hands, and delivered a forceful blow upward to her jaw.
     "...best...," Toral continued the proverb as his weapon inched closer to Worf, "...served..."
     "Cold!," Alexander growled from behind him as he sunk Pachqua's Kut'luch into Toral's back.

     Just then, Dax and Droq appeared in the entranceway to the Council chamber with Tegra in tow, bound as a prisoner.