DEEP SPACE NINE: "Children... " - REV. 03/11/97 - ACT THREE     36.

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	Brota says this with quiet dignity. It is his fate. 
	Worf is moved by their plight, but there's nothing he 
	can do to change things.

					WORF 
			Sit with me. There is something 
			I wish to say.

	The three "Klingons" settle around the fire...

					WORF 
			It is a great honor to know that 
			my legacy has thrived on your 
			world for so long. I see that the 
			Klingon heart beats strong here.

					BROTA 
			You honor us with your words. 
			We've tried to live as you taught 
			us to.

					PARELL 
			We've never plowed fields or 
			milked chattel -- we've lived as 
			warriors, hunters.

					BROTA 
			Last year, I slew a yar-bear three 
			meters tall. Your mek'leth was my 
			only weapon. The beast maimed me, 
			and for a time, it seemed I would 
			die from my wounds.
				(with heavy heart) 
			Now I wish I had. It would have 
			been a warrior's death.

					PARELL 
			He could've taken his place among t
			he honored dead in Sto'Vo'Kor.

					WORF
			Perhaps he will yet.

					BROTA 
			No. Ceasing to exist because my 
			parents were never born -- that is 
			not a death worthy of Sto'Vo'Kor.

	Brota unsheaths his dagger...