Once again there was an odd disturbance. The contraption came, only this time there were 2 more people on board.
"What are you all doing here? You're supposed to be at the convent by now," H.G. Wells asked Lucia and Mer-El.
"Tempus is 'sticking to us like glue' as he quod. We only now lost him," explained Mer-El.
"Oh, dear. Well, I will take you two to the convent using the machine. Lois, Clark, try to find Tempus and tell him you got lost, which should not be too hard to pretend."
"Art they our descendents from 2006? They are dressed like they be from this time," said Lady Lucia.
"I got them some period clothes," H.G. Wells said.
"What art thou name, last son of Krypton", asked Mer-El.
"Clark Kent," he answered.
"That sounds like an Earth name," Mer-El commented.
"It is. I was born Kal-El, but I've never used it. I've been on this world since I was a baby."
"Mer-El, is it not nice that our descendents be friends about to marry?" Lucia said.
"Whoa, lady!" Lois said. "This is a pretend wedding. There's no license, we're using phony names, and God knows it isn't real. As for the friends, I don't think that term applies."
"She's a little mad at me," Clark clarified to the confused ancestors.
"Tell him that's not true. I'm a lot mad," she said, not even looking in Clark's direction.
"She's not even speaking to me," Clark said.
"Why?" asked Mer-El and Lady Lucia together.
"I just told her about Krypton and my powers."
"I remember telling Lady Lucia about the source of my powers," Mer-El recalled.
"I took it better, me thinks," Lucia said.
"Thank you for your input, Royal Granny Pain," said an unamused Lois.
"Do not speak to thy noble elder like that," Mer-El reprimanded.
"Don't take it personally," Clark explained. "She talks to everyone like that."
"Shut up, Farm Boy! Nobody asked your opinion," Lois said.
"At least now you're talking to me," he said.
"Just because she's nobility and old," Lois said, ignoring Clark's comment. "Doesn't mean I have to kiss up. It's un-American."
"As much as I hate to interrupt this," H.G. Wells, "we should be getting to the convent."
Lois went up and shook Lucia's hand and said, "I suppose I have made a bad impression. Thanks for giving me life. Please, keep it that way."
"I intend to. Do not be too hard on this Clark. He was afraid thou might not accept him. He thinks it now, I believe."
"It's not that! It's just that I feel like he's made a fool of me, but I see your point."
Meanwhile, Mer-El shook Clark's hand.
"I am happy to see mine line is preserved."
"I would say thank you, but I don't think I can take all the credit."
"Lois seems a good woman, but she hath a sharp tongue."
"That's what makes her Lois. She'll go back to teasing and punching me before too long. What am I saying? Maybe she'll stay mad."
Mer-El laughed, recognizing his fondness for the woman, and got on the time machine with Lady Lucia and H.G. Wells.
"Be careful and try to blend with the times," H.G. Wells said as departing advice.
Everyone said goodbye and Lois and Clark were left alone.
"You're the one with the superpowers, Clark, now what?"
"How is that going to help us? You're the one taking a class in medieval history. Which way are we supposed to go?"
"I don't think we've covered the part about finding Tempus in medieval England yet."
"Lois, I think I see a campfire in the distance."
"Don't give me that! I know about your special eyes. Remember?"
"Sorry. I see a campfire. Better?"
"Much."
They walked until they came to the fire. A man was playing on a guitar-like instrument.
"Greetings, strangers! Thy bodies art welcome to find warmth and rest here. Mine food belongs to thy selves too."
Lois and Clark took some of the bread. After all, they never did have lunch with Chloe and her roommate.
"Thank thee," said Clark, as he got ready to take a bite.
Lois had already taken a bite and was gagging. As she spit, she said, "What is in that crap? It's disgusting!"
"Lois, try to act and speak like a medieval lady."
"Good food, good food, where art thou?"
"That's Shakespeare, the ELIZABETHAN playwright."
"I hath heard the name Elizabeth but not Elizabethan. I think I can turn that into a song."
He proceeded to sing:
"Elizabethan, Elizabethan, where art thou?"
Lois rolled her eyes and muttered, "Bards!"
Clark and Lois gave the man back his old bread and they saw another man riding up on a horse, leading two more horses.
"Think it's Tempus?" asked Lois.
"Only one way to find out, Lo-Lucia."
"Thought you lost me, hey?" the new man said.
"Tempus, dost thou think we art stupid enough to risk our lives?" Clark asked. "Our horses were out of control and then we got lost."
Tempus looks back and forth at them and then decided to accept it. Lois and Clark got up on the horses and they followed Tempus, who looked back at them every now and then to make sure they were still there.
The bard shook his head as he watched them leave and sang:
"The upper class, the upper class, how strange art they."
Clark leaned over and whispered Lois to ride like a woman.
"What the heck do you mean by that?" she whispered back harshly.
"Two legs on one side."
"You first."
"I'm a man."
"Ha!"
Lois looked obstinate but she swung one of her legs over to the other side anyway.
They finally got to the castle. Tempus lead them to a comfortable room and motioned for them to go in.
"Art thou telling me you want us to share a room?" asked Clark.
"Why not? You'll be married tomorrow. Call it a pre-honeymoon ."
Clark and Lois didn't look happy, but they went in. Tempus shut the heavy wooden door and locked it.
"I'll have a guard posted at all times, so no monkey business. Mer-El, I would just like to take this time to remind you about the green rock in the guard's pocket. Sweet dreams."
Tempus left and the guard stayed.
"This is just great, Smallville! Who would have thought a 'priest' would lock a couple up together before the wedding?"