not fight with her.
I should've known better
than to
talk to her unarmed,
but you forced me.
I hold you
responsible for this.
Well, I've heard of
reluctant brides,
but this is ridiculous.
Captain Kirk.
May I speak
with you, sir?
Yes. Certainly.
A message just came
from Starfleet Command.
It was class-A security
and scrambled.
I put it through
the decoder.
The Federation
high commissioner
is on his way
to Troyius
to attend
the royal wedding.
Ambassador, if Elasian women
are that vicious,
why are men so overwhelmingly
attracted to them?
I mean,
what magic
do they possess?
It's not magic.
It's biochemical.
A man whose flesh
is once touched
by the tears
of a woman of Elas
has his heart
enslaved forever.
Ambassador, there's
an added complication.
The Federation
high commissioner
will be attending
the wedding.
The fat
will be in the fire
when he learns the bride
Just tried to murder
the groom's ambassador.
There will be no wedding.
I would not have our ruler
marry that monster
if the entire galaxy
depended on it,
and I will have
nothing further to do with you.
I'm not asking you
to have anything to do with me.
Do your job with her.
How long before
he's on his feet?
A few days.
A week, at least.
Here you put me, Captain.
Here I will stay.
I have nothing further
to say to you.
So ...
Ambassador Petri
is going to recover?
That is too bad.
You have delivered
your message.
Now you may go.
Nothing would please me more,
Your Glory,
but your impetuous nature --
Your Troyian pig
was in my quarters
without any permission,
so I stabbed him.
Just to be Troyian
is enough.
You Elasians
pride yourselves
on being
a warrior people.
You must
understand discipline,
to be able to
give and take orders.
My orders are to
take you to Troyius
to be married
and to see that you learn
Troyian customs.
I despise Troyians.
Any contact with them
makes me feel soiled.
It's been my experience
that the prejudices
people feel about each other
disappear when they
get to know each other.
It's not my experience.
Well, we're still faced
with the same problem.
Problem?
Yes, the problem
of your indoctrination
to Troyian customs
and manners.
I have eliminated
that problem.
You have eliminated
the teacher.
The problem still remains.
Oh.
And how do we
solve the problem?
By ...
giving you
a new teacher.
Tell me,
what can you
teach me?
Table manners,
for one thing.
This is a plate.
It contains food.
This is a knife.
It cuts the food.
- This is a glass.
- Leave me!
Like it or not, you're going
to learn what you've been ordered!
You will return me
to Elas immediately.
That's impossible.
Everything I order
is possible.
That's the first problem
we'll work on.
Then we'll get you
ready to go to Troyius.
I will not
go to Troyius,
I will not be mated
to a Troyian,
and I will not be
humiliated,
and I will not be given
to a green pig
as a bribe
to stop a war!
You enjoy the privileges
and prerogatives
of being a Dohlman.
Then be worthy of them.
If you don't
want the obligations
that go along
with the title,
then give it up.
Nobody speaks to me
that way.
That's another one
of your problems.
Nobody's told you
that you're
an uncivilized savage,
a vicious child
in a woman's body,
an arrogant monster!
That's no way
to treat someone
who's telling you
the truth.
Tomorrow's lesson
will be on courtesy.
Lieutenant, open up
the hailing frequency,
Identify us,
and ask the Klingon
his intentions.
Aye, sir.
Captain, no response
from the Klingon vessel
on any channel.
I see.
All right, Lieutenant.
Monitor all frequencies.
Phaser crews stand by.
Maintain yellow alert.
What are you doing?
Aah!
No one may enter
the Dohlman's presence.
Where's Kryton?
On business.
No one may enter
the Dohlman's presence.
Will you tell Her Glory
Captain Kirk requests
the honour of a visit?
The Dohlman has promised
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