A Universal Union, Book One By Jenni Debbage Rated PG-13 Submitted October 1999 Chapter One The Meeting Lois Lane was feeling atypically frightened. With hindsight, she wondered why she had ever allowed herself to be entrapped in this highly vulnerable position. Lois was a wholly independent, liberated young woman of the eighties who had been taking care of her own decisions since her parents had participated in a particularly messy divorce when she was 14 years old. At the time she had felt totally abandoned as her mother had found solace in a mixture of alcohol and nerve pills and her father had immersed himself firstly in his profession as a doctor and secondly in his predilection for pretty young assistants, which Lois reflected was the cause of her parents' troubles at the outset. Had this rejection from her father, the most important male figure in her young life, had some bearing on the situation in which she was now floundering? Everything in her nineteen-year-old life had seemed to be progressing famously. Lois loved writing and had wanted to be an investigative reporter from the time she had first written an article exposing an exam cheating ring among her fellow students at her junior high school. That piece had brought her derision from some of her more guilty classmates but also high praise from her English teacher who had gone on to encourage her in her ambitions. The dedicated young girl had worked hard at her grades and coupled with her obvious talents her efforts were rewarded when she won a prestigious scholarship to Metropolis University's School of Journalism (one of the best in the entire country). And only a few weeks previously, she had been the recipient of the 'Lex Luthor Award for Excellence,' an accolade which was awarded personally each year to the pupil most likely to succeed in their chosen field. Since the honours banquet, when Lois had been introduced to her patron, Lex Luthor had shown an unusual interest in the beautiful student and Lois in turn had been intrigued by the highly successful man. Lex Luthor was perhaps the most powerful man in Metropolis, he was most definitely the richest, and furthermore his empire was swiftly aspiring to be the largest in the U S. Whatever the reasons Lois found herself vaguely attracted to the handsome and charming older man. Certainly she was flattered by his complimentary attention and he had always proved himself to be a gentleman. That was until this evening. Possibly, by accepting his invitation to an intimate dinner Lois had sent him the wrong signals, or maybe it was just the large amount of wine which he had consumed over dinner that was causing him to act like a complete moron. At first Lois had felt able to control the situation and had explained hurriedly that, though flattered by his attention, she did not view Lex as a sexual partner. In fact, she was much too engrossed in her studywork to have time for any form of romantic relationship. This information had caused him some amusement and clearly had the opposite effect than the one she had wished by giving him the added incentive of the predatory male hunter. That she was unequivocally his prey became apparent when, on attempting to take her leave, she had found the doors of his luxurious stretch-limo firmly locked against her. Now his deceptively strong hands were pressing her back into the soft leather of the seat as his mouth trailed wet kisses down her neck towards the edge of her low-cut black dress, apparel which she had chosen especially to appear older and more sophisticated, a choice that she was now regretting. Lois struggled desperately against her seducer but to no avail. She considered calling for help to the chauffeur, who sat immobile in the driver's seat, but she knew instinctively by the concentrated way the man was ignoring what was happening in the back of the limo that he had been in this position before and that he would turn a blind eye to his employer's rape of his female companion. Because rape it was most likely to be as Lois heard the shoe-lace straps of her evening dress rip as the garment was torn away from her body, leaving only her lacy silk bodysuit, which was destined to follow her dress in the crazed man's pursuit of his desires. Suddenly Lois felt a cool breeze drift over her exposed skin, though in her dazed state it took her some seconds to assimilate the fact that the car door had been wrenched open. An anxious face appeared momentarily in the opening, before her attacker was pulled bodily off her and dragged out onto the roadway. Lex, taking a minute or two to regain his bearings as he switched from attack to defence, was no match for the athletic young man who confronted him. Nevertheless, he attempted to put up a fight, an exceedingly short one and was soon lying unconscious on the grass by the roadside. His driver, who also it seemed doubled as his minder, came around the car to face the unknown rescuer and ended seconds later in a heap beside his boss. The young man, instantly dismissing his fallen opponents from his mind, stretched a gentle hand inside of the vehicle and enquired solicitously into Lois' state of health. Gratefully, she took the proffered hand and holding her torn frock closely to her body she accepted the stranger's aid to exit the limo. She surveyed the two bodies lying on the ground with a dawning look of horror. "Don't worry," her knight informed her. "They are not permanently damaged, just knocked out, though both will have very bad headaches when they awake." Lois didn't much care what state her tormentors were in, but she was relieved that they weren't dead. Killing Lex Luthor might cause the young man a great deal of trouble with the authorities. Lois turned her attention back to the stranger as he spoke to her again. "Are you all right? He hasn't hurt you?" Striving to calm the young man's concerns Lois assured him of her well-being. "I'm fine. A little shaken and a whole lot humiliated, but other than that I'm fine." Dark searching eyes were turned on Lois. "You have absolutely no reason to feel ashamed. It is that monster who is solely responsible for your predicament and believe me if I were on K........." He hesitated for a moment then continued. "If I were at home, I would make him pay for your suffering." Though surprised by his intensity, Lois did not doubt the truth of his words. Who was this young man? The two turned away from the scene and the girl tried to study her rescuer's face as, with her knight errant close by her side, she began walking in the direction of her dorm. On closer inspection she realised that he was not such a stranger as she had supposed. In fact, she had noticed him about the campus quite frequently in the last few days, accompanied always by two other young men who appeared, by the way they shadowed him, to act as his bodyguards. These same men she noticed now on the edge of her peripheral vision, tracking their charge as they continued on their way across the park. To be honest, Lois had taken an unnatural interest in the stranger since she had come to the conclusion, as she surreptitiously surveyed him, that he in turn was watching her. It was weird, but she did not find this circumstance disconcerting or even annoying. She came to look for his observance and felt slightly bereft when he was not about. On the few occasions when she had caught his glance, he did not look away but instead offered her a friendly smile which she found impossible not to return. And he was very good-looking, with his gleaming dark hair and his warm chocolate-brown eyes and a smile that rivalled the early summer sunshine. Lois frequently had found her eyes roaming over every inch of his well sculpted body. He was constantly attired in unrelieved black, but the colour only added definition to an already beautifully defined body. Squinting a glance at him from behind the curtain of her silky fall of chestnut hair she offered an embarrassed thank you. "I haven't thanked you for your assistance. I don't like to think of what might have happened had you not been there." The thought of her probable plight made her shiver and on seeing this the young man placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but he did not let it linger for fear that she would feel further threatened after her ordeal. However his words were comforting. "I would never let anything bad happen to you, Lois." For a moment she basked in complete contentment, enjoying the unusual experience of feeling cherished. Then it dawned on her that this stranger knew her name, even although she was certain they had never been introduced. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?" "I know a great deal about you. And I want you to know all about me, but my explanation may be long and incredible." A frown wrinkled his forehead as he pondered a private dilemma, then clearly deciding to risk everything, he reached out a hand to stop her continued forward momentum. "Will you come with me and allow me to tell you my story? I promise you that you will be completely safe." His hand dropped from her arm but still remained stretched out to her. Lois couldn't believe the fact that her hand seemingly of its own violation slipped inside his. Moments later, to her complete amazement her feet were lifted from the ground and she was flying, held gently in the stranger's embrace, above the tops of the trees of the campus towards the river. It was a very short flight and when they alighted by the doors of an old abandoned warehouse down at the Metropolis docks, Lois was so bemused that she felt she must certainly be dreaming. However, the grating noise of the rusty doors as they slid aside sounded very real, but the sight that met her eyes as she was ushered inside was of nothing that had any origin on Earth. A large glowing orb filled her vision and as she was propelled towards the ethereal object it appeared to enclose her and she found herself standing inside a solid interior made of silver metal which contained chairs and tables fashioned of the same material. "Oh my lord," Lois whispered gaspingly. "I'm inside a space ship and I've just been rescued by E T." "If you are asking if I am an extra-terrestrial, then the answer is yes. I am not of Earth." "Who are you?" Lois asked breathlessly. "I am Lord Kal-El of the house of El and when I return home I will ascend the throne of Krypton." "K......... Krypton?! Is that a country?" It never once crossed Lois' mind to disbelieve his words. The young man smiled at her shy questioning. "No. Krypton is a planet. It is far from your world, on the other side of this galaxy." "And you can travel all the way here?" "Yes. My people are a very advanced race. There is much we can do that here on Earth is only thought of in science-fiction. For instance we have discovered how to travel many times faster than the speed of light. Our artificial-intelligence systems are far more advanced than those on your world. In medicine we have eradicated some terrible diseases and learned to control others. We have not conquered old age and death and we would not wish to. Down that path lies stagnation. Wisdom comes with age and the old must always give way to the young. However, we have extended our life span a little and our old people live healthy lives. My race is also telepathic, but again we are encouraged to use our voices. None of our physical attributes should be ignored and in some the voice is an extraordinary gift. My planet is very beautiful and the seasons are kind to us. Yet for all that Kryptonians are not as selfless or content as they should be. We too have our Lex Luthors." Lois nodded, listening intently to all he had to say and trying desperately to understand. Somehow she knew that it was very important that she learn all she could about this far-off world and the young man who was destined to be its leader. "And you will be Krypton's king?" "King is not a word in our vocabulary, I will be named as First Lord of Krypton, but the role is the same." "Is your father the....... First Lord............?" Lois' questioning tailed away as she realised that if the answer to this particular question was yes then it probably meant that her new friend's father had passed away. "No, my uncle holds that position for the moment, but he and his wife never had any children. My poor aunt suffered a number of miscarriages which must have been very sad for her and it couldn't have helped when the Council suggested that my uncle dissolve the marriage. But Uncle Zor would have none of it; he loved his wife and having travelled all the way to Zircon to win her, he wasn't about to give her up for anything. According to Uncle that was a very dangerous journey, a great deal more fraught than the one that brought me here to Earth, although this was a much longer trip, Earth is not being attacked by the marauders from Taurus........." Lois eyes widened, scepticism at this strange story at last beginning to creep into her mind. For the moment, in confusion and anger, she had forgotten the mode of transport used to arrive at this destination. "Taurus!! That's one of the star signs in the Zodiac and I don't really believe in Astrology either. Just who are you and what game are you playing?" Kal didn't appear angered by her sarcasm. Actually he was prepared for it. Lois' reaction to his revelation had been much better than he had hoped for. It wasn't surprising that she should have some doubts. After all, it wasn't every day that a girl was almost raped by her escort and rescued by an alien from outer-space and was about to receive(though this she didn't realise yet) her first proposal of marriage. Glaring in concentration at two metal chairs that sat close beside each other, Kal blinked his eyes and Lois almost jumped out of her skin as soft colourful cushions appeared on the furniture, making them seem a whole lot more inviting. Oh, my lord! Who was this man?! Lois allowed herself to be led to the now-comfortable chairs and, as her legs were threatening to shake, she sank gratefully into the pillows. Kal settled himself next to her and when he spoke his voice was level and comforting. "Indeed, you are correct. The Earth's astronomical signs were named for star constellations by a people who lived long ago and were more mythological and superstitious than the Earthlings of today. Who knows, perhaps they were visited by early space travellers and that's where the names originate." Kal's explanation struck a chord with Lois as she remembered that there were those on Earth who believed that their world had been visited by extra-terrestrials in the dim and distant past. There were hundreds of novels written on just this subject, claiming proof for such strange claims. "After all there were many star systems so much older than ours, which have unfortunately perished with age." Her new friend continued with his reasoning. "As a matter of fact, some of our chroniclers deem that Krypton was peopled by these travellers many eons ago when they were forced to abandon their homes due to some such natural cataclysm. And that theory would explain why our planet has advanced so quickly, relatively speaking." Lois couldn't argue with something she knew absolutely nothing about and so she chose to abandon this line of enquiry as another more pressing question came to mind. "Do all Kryptonians fly?" She didn't recall Kal mentioning this attribute when he was relating the story of his planet. She noticed that it brought a wistful smile to his face. "I'm afraid not, Lois. Even I can't fly back at home." He sounded disappointed about this lack. "It seems that Earth's yellow sun and weaker gravity gives us powers that we do not possess on Krypton and flying sadly is one of these abilities. I've really enjoyed being able to fly." A sense of sorrow too overcame Lois as she asked her next question. "Are you going home soon?" A lump formed in Lois' throat and she closed her eyes to hide her tears as she anticipated the answer. "Quite soon now, I believe. You see my quest here is almost complete." Kal's voice was soft and held a slight quiver. This was the moment of truth and his happiness for the rest of his life depended on the next few moments. "Why did you come here?" Lois' small voice enquired. Staring into the deep brown eyes that regarded him so soulfully, Kal-El's breathing almost stopped and when he spoke his voice shook with emotion. "To find you." ***** Chapter Two The Proposal Lois blinked once and then her eyes opened wide. She started to speak but no sound left her mouth. Blinking twice she tried again. "Excuse me!?" Taking hold of her trembling hands, Kal was at least relieved that she didn't draw them from his grasp. "I'm sure hearing that must be quite a shock and I will explain, if you let me........." He remained as quiet and calm as his speedily beating heart would allow as he awaited her permission to continue. She acquiesced with a small nod of her head. Kal needed no other encouragement. "As I told you, my Uncle had no direct heir, so when I was born he named me as his successor. I have an older sister, but under our law only males can succeed to the position of First Lord. Since I was a child I have known that one day I would rule Krypton and I have been raised to fill my responsibilities. One of these is to marry and provide an heir for my world. And so I have been searching for someone I could share my life with......... a soulmate, as it were." Lois was entranced by the tale. It was like the fairytales that she had read as a little girl. "And you have been travelling around the galaxy looking for this girl?" "No! I came straight here to Earth. My choice was already made some years ago." "When?" Lois could not forbear to ask. "I think it was the day you fell and cut your knee when you were roller-skating, I believe that is the term used by Earthlings. Anyway you started to cry and your mother heard you and came outside. The poor woman must have been ill, because she wasn't too steady on her feet and I have to say that she wasn't very sympathetic, because she told you that you only had yourself to blame because you weren't wearing your protective pads. I remember, you stopped crying and stuck your little chin in the air and carried on practising until you had mastered the sport. I thought that you were very brave and determined and you must have been about twelve years old." "You saw that?!" Lois asked wonderingly. Kal simply nodded. "Well, don't feel too sorry for my mother because she wasn't ill, she was just drunk. It happened a lot back then when she and my dad were splitting up." "She must have been very unhappy." Kal still defended the woman. "I suppose so," Lois muttered grudgingly. "But she made us all miserable too." "I'm sorry, Lois. I realise you didn't have a very happy time growing up. But now your destiny lies in your hands." "Yes and you don't know how much I struggled to gain my independence." "But I do! I told you that I know a great deal about you.........." This statement caught Lois' attention and slowly she understood what Kal-El was trying to tell her. "Have you been spying on me? And how can you do that? And why would you do that?" Lois' voice began to rise an octave or two. Taking a deep breath Kal began his explanation. He understood that he had to get this right or his dream of sharing his life with Lois would be shattered. "Yes, I have been watching you occasionally, though I have tried not to be invasive. I can do that because our scientists and protection services have probe satellites scattered throughout the galaxy. As to the reason why............ I have loved you, Lois, from the moment I saw you. I was only thirteen, yet my feelings have never changed and I would be honoured if you would be my wife." Lois was aghast. "How can you love me? You don't even know me......." "Lois, I told you that..........." "No!! You've been spying on me. That's not the same as knowing someone." The agitated young woman jumped up from her seat and began pacing, wringing her hands together as she strode back and forward. From his chair Kal-El watched in trepidation. Quietly he added a few words. "Well, it feels like I know you. And admit it Lois, you feel that too........." But Lois was not prepared to be placated......... not yet. "NO!! You don't know how I feel." She swung round to face him. "And what happens now? Do you kidnap me? Do you carry me off back to Krypton?" "NO!!" This time it was Kal who cried in shock, standing to look at her directly. "You are free to go anytime you wish." "Oh yeah," Lois took another few turns about the space ship studying the walls closely. "And how do I get out of here? You may not notice but there is no door." "Why would you need a door? If you want to leave, just walk through the wall." "Through the wall?!" Lois sounded disbelieving and then she remembered her entry. "Of course, through the wall." Strangely though, Lois did not avail herself of this piece of knowledge. Instead she bore down on the object of her wrath. "And what would your fine, highly advanced Kryptonians think of your Neanderthal Earthling wife?" "They would be very happy to greet you." This simple snippet of information had the effect of silencing Lois and for a few minutes silence reigned in the small craft, the only sound that of two fast beating hearts. Lois stared at the young man before her and then took two further paces about the room, ending back where she started in front of Kal-El. "But why would you come all this way for me? Aren't there any suitable girls back on Krypton?" "I'm not allowed to marry a Kryptonian, even if I wished to, which I don't. I want to marry you." "Why can't you marry a Kryptonian?" Lois sensed a story in this and she was desperate for anything that would give her time to think. "That's quite a long story, Lois. Are you sure you want to hear it?" Kal-El was attempting to keep the hope that was beginning to grow in his heart from spilling into his voice. The fact that Lois had not already run away was surely a good sign. Meanwhile Lois had reseated herself and she patted the chair next to her to indicate that Kal-El should sit down. "Please tell me. I should like to understand." Kal-El did as he was bid and made himself comfortable on the chair by Lois' side. "Over two hundred years ago, life on my planet was not so peaceful as it is now. There was a ruler and there was a council but there were also great divisions between the noble houses. The House of El was still the foremost royal line but because of marriages between the noble families there were many who claimed that they also had a right to the throne and when the First Lord died leaving no direct heir the scene was set for a horrific contest. A number of claimants put themselves forward, but finally there were only two who were prepared to dispute the throne; the rightful head of the House of El and the supposed heir, Lord Rad-Nor, who did have royal blood within his veins due to his grandfather's marriage to a daughter of the House of El. The aristocracy divided between the two factions and a civil war began that was to last thirty bitter years, killing off many innocent Kryptonians and almost destroying the planet. Finally a new son of the House of El arose and he turned the tide in favour of the ancient line. The people, tired of war and destruction, saw him as their saviour and they rallied behind him and in one last cataclysmic battle the House of Nor was finally defeated. Young Lord Kal-El was duly invested with the title and position of First Lord," here Kal blushed at the mention of his namesake, "and, united at last, the nobles and the people of Krypton began to rebuild their lives and their homes. But when peace and prosperity were restored, the High Council passed a decree which stated that the First Lord must never again marry into the noble houses of Krypton, for this gave too much power to these nobles. From that day forward the First Lady has been chosen from other worlds." Lois remained quiet as she pondered these words. At last she found her voice. "And this is why you chose me?" "Only in so far as I knew that I would marry an off-worlder. My preference was always for someone from Earth. Ever since I was a small boy my interest has been caught up in the happenings of your world. Did you know that Earth is considered as Krypton's sister planet? It's why I speak your language so well. Our people have a gift for languages but English, being the prevalent tongue of your world, is taught to all our children." Kal-El stopped speaking and searched Lois' face for some sign of how she was reacting to his words, but all he could discern was a slight interest for his story. He cleared his throat and began again, holding her gaze with his own. "But all that faded from my mind. From the first moment I saw you I knew my search was over. I wanted no other. Lois, I can't explain it........ but whenever I set eyes on you........ I knew that we were meant to be together." Their eyes remained locked on each other as each acknowledged the truth behind his words. "But I know how much you are shocked by all this and I appreciate that for you it has all happened so fast and that you have no frame of reference. I only ask that you think on what I have told you before you make any decision. However, I must warn you, if you agree to come with me then our lives will not be ordinary or easy, but they will most certainly not be dull. I can promise you though that I will love and cherish you till the day I die." "Kal, you cannot think that I would seriously consider your proposal?" A small smile curled his lips at the edges and his eyes began to crinkle. "Yes, Lois. I do." And as his bright smile grew wider, Lois found herself returning the grin. "Admit it, Lois. You are seriously considering my proposal." Lois was about to contradict that statement when truth won out. "Oh my god! I think I must be going crazy. You're an alien! And you're asking me to go into outer space! That could be dangerous for me......" "Lois," he interrupted, "I would never put you in danger. Believe me, you will be quite safe." "But how can you know that. No Earth person has ever travelled through deep space before.......... have they? Have any of your people ever been here before?" "No, Lois. You will be the first Earthling on Krypton. But you will be quite safe. Kryptonians have been travelling in space for aeons and never come to any harm and we are human beings too. Kryptonians and Earthlings are 99.75% the same and we are physiologically compatible, all our scientists agree on that. Krypton's atmosphere is slightly denser and you may need to take medication until you become acclimatised. You will certainly need to use sunblock when you are out of doors in the beginning, but since it will be winter when we return, the risk of sunburn will be minimal. Believe me, Lois, Krypton cannot cause you serious hurt. No-one back home would have agreed to my coming here if that were so." "Hm-mmm." Lois considered this for a few seconds, intrigued by the information. "What's different about the .25%?" Her question seemed to have disconcerted Kal and he would not meet her eyes. "Perhaps we could talk about that later. You haven't given me an answer yet." His prevarication alerted Lois. There was something here she was determined to discover. You didn't try to distract Lois Lane when she was in pursuit of information and if they were going to have a life together then he had best start learning a few things about her now. Oh my, she *was* seriously considering his proposal. "And I won't. At least not until you tell me what it is you're trying to hide." Reading the resolve in her face, but with his heart daring to hope, he decided to come clean. "It's only a very small difference. It really doesn't affect you and me, but........." "Go on, Kal." Her voice was soft but insistent. "It's a blood thing. The difference I mean. Earthlings and Kryptonians have different blood groups. You have a similar thing on Earth sometimes. I think your physicians refer to it as the Rhesus syndrome and our differing blood types will cause much the same reaction. Kryptonian doctors are already working on the problem. They have tapped into Earth medical files for advice........." "They can do that?" Lois was amazed. "Yes. They use their combined telepathy boosted by our artificial intelligence machines. Anyway, they are quite confident that they can solve this problem. All they need is a little blood from you and from me and they can formulate a serum that will correct the problem." "Who will need this serum, Kal?" For a few moments it seemed that the young man would not answer, then steeling himself he went on. "Our children." "Children! Our children!" "Yes, Lois. There must be children. It is the duty of the ruling couple to provide an heir for Krypton." "But your uncle couldn't." "No. But then he had a brother who could provide an heir. I only have two sisters and the succession cannot pass through the distaff side of the family." Lois digested this piece of information before replying. "What if I can't give you a child?" Her voice was very low and due only to the powers that he had developed here on Earth could he make out her words. "Would you put me away like the council asked of your uncle?" "Never, Lois." Kal was quick to reassure her. "Besides it won't be a problem. Since my aunt and uncle's dilemma the scientists have made infertility a priority and many childless couples have recently been helped to have a family. And I'm perfectly healthy and according to your medical files you don't seem to have a problem." "Your doctors have already checked me out?" It was a question she already knew the answer to. "But I've never tried to have a baby. In fact I've never........" Here she felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment. "I've never before........" "I know, Lois. You've never........ neither have I. We're both ......... virgins." "We are?!" Somehow Lois had thought that a prince, he must be a prince, even if that wasn't the actual term that was used, would have access to anything he wanted; mistresses, concubines, whatever they were called on his planet. "Haven't you ever........ slept with........made love with anyone? I would have thought that a young man in your position would have had lots of offers........ Listen to me! This is really none of my concern. You don't have to answer." "But this is your concern. And you're right, without sounding too vain I have had many opportunities. Yet they just didn't seem right. Growing up, Lois, for me you have always been *the one*. I saved myself for you. I wanted us to learn together. Was that wrong?" "No!" This time it was Lois' turn to reassure and in her haste she forgot her earlier prevarication. "No, I'm glad that we will learn together." The glow that burned in Kal's eyes left Lois in no doubt that he was looking forward to this particular schooling, yet slowly the soft brown eyes darkened with a troubled shadow. For a long moment he held her gaze with his own, then his eyelids fluttered down and his voice when he spoke had lost its enthusiasm. "Lois, I'm sorry. I never meant to bombard you with all this in one night. I had planned to ask you out on a date. I believe that this is what normally occurs here on Earth when a couple is courting." Here he was interrupted by a startled giggle from his hoped for intended. "Excuse me, did I say something wrong?" "Oh no! But 'courting' is an old expression. I haven't heard that one in years. It's sorta sweet though and you are courting me." "All in one night it would seem. So many things have happened to you this night and it's unfair of me to expect you to accept my proposal without some time to think it through......" "No, Kal. That's not necessary.........." Gentle fingers closed Lois' lips as Kal insisted. "Yes it is, sweetheart. If I were to carry you off now without a chance for you to reconsider, away from my influence, someday you might come to regret your quick decision and that would break both our hearts. I never want to hurt you and that is why I'm taking you back home." At Lois attempt to object he hurriedly went on. "Please, Lois, trust me on this. Your life will be changed forever. Take some time alone to think about what you really want. I promise I will not disappear. When you have an answer that you can be sure of, I will be waiting." ***** Lois had been flown back to the campus and, after alighting in the stand of trees behind her dormitory block, Kal had walked with her to the entrance like any other young man escorting his date safely home. The two body guards remained in the shadows, ever watchful of their precious charge. Who knew, perhaps Lex Luthor and his man were still on the campus waiting to serve retribution on their earlier attacker, but the area was quiet and empty. Luthor and his minder had obviously slunk off into the dark. By the doorway the two young people said goodnight, Kal silently asking for and being given permission to kiss his love. Very gently Kal caressed Lois' lips with his own, almost afraid to use this physical contact to affect her judgment in his favour. However, when Lois leaned into his embrace, the young man was unable to resist deepening the kiss and for the first time in her nineteen years Lois felt her knees grow weak. Thankfully, Kal's arms remained around her, holding her upright until she had regained her equilibrium. With a last lingering touch of his fingers tenderly brushing her cheek, he released her. Then Kal was gone, striding towards his friends and the cover of the darkness to launch himself into the night sky, leaving Lois alone to her deliberations. Once in the safety of her room, it was perfectly clear to Lois by the tumultuous thoughts that chased themselves round and round in her brain, that she would get little sleep this night. Had she really almost said yes to Kal-El's proposal? He was a stranger........ from a strange world. How could she agree to go with him? And yet when she was with him, when she had looked into his beautiful eyes she had felt so sure of her answer. But now, back in the familiar reality of her room, listening to the sounds of her room-mate breathing softly as she slept, she wondered if insanity ran in her family. Perhaps, she had dreamt the whole thing? But no, that wasn't possible. Hadn't Karen, her room-mate, pounced on her immediately she had set foot in the door, demanding to know how her date with Lex had gone, eagerly insisting on details, details that she had not felt comfortable about relating and so she had airily dismissed the queries, much to her friend's disappointment. But then it followed that if her date with Luthor was a reality then so was her rescue. She did not wish to dwell on the Luthor problem, mainly because her heart and head were filled with pictures of the monumental events that had followed. However, she could no longer ignore the fact that she had repulsed one of the most influential men in Metropolis, possibly the *most powerful* man in the city and that he had been totally vanquished in the process. Somehow she knew that Lex Luthor would not take humiliation well. Would he try to take revenge on those who had laid him low? Of course, Luthor could never prevail against Kal, besides, her rescuer would no longer be here on Earth. Did that mean that she would become the vengeful man's target? Or would he attempt to pursue his seduction? Neither scenario found favour with Lois and that was assuming that she turned down Kal-El's proposal and decided to remain on Earth; to remain on Earth and continue with the life she had mapped out for herself. But that would mean she would never again see her love; never lose herself in those lovely eyes; never bask in the brilliance of his smile; never feel his strong arms hold her close against his heart or drown in the sensations that his kiss had evoked in her. These terrible thoughts plunged her into deep despair. Boy! She really was in love with this phenomenal stranger. Stranger! Her heart cried out against that title. From the first moment, when she had placed her hand in his as he had drawn her from the limo, perhaps even from the moment she had first become aware of his presence on campus, she had felt she had known him. She was certainly more comfortable in his company than in any other she had ever known. Walking into his arms she had experienced the overwhelming impression of coming home. Yet in accepting his proposal she would be turning her back on her home, her world. Could she do that? Was it fair of Kal-El to expect her so to do? Be fair, Lois, she chided herself. Wasn't that the very reason that Kal-El had brought her back to her dorm? She had been on the verge of giving him her consent but her young lover had sensed her unease and had insisted that she spend some time alone. In his unselfish wish that she be content with her choice, he had given her time to think through her momentous decision and all it meant to her future. Think, Lois, think. You're a potential journalist, use the skills that you've acquired to help you make a considered choice. Your family, can you leave them behind.... forever? Her father was probably not an issue; she had never been close to him, had in fact disapproved of him for many of her growing years. And he had certainly disapproved of her; firstly she was not the son he had so much desired and secondly she had not followed him in his career, the one path which might have lead to a closer understanding between them. Now they hardly ever met and when they did they were decidedly ill at ease in each other's company. Sadly, she would not miss her father overmuch. Then there was her mother; through the years she had shed many tears over the lack of her mother's attention. It wasn't that Ellen Lane didn't love her daughter. Lois was sure that somewhere in the unhappy woman's heart there was love for her children but she was so wrapped up in her own problems and addictions that her daughters had somehow faded into the background. Yes, it would be hard to leave her mother, but she had to admit, she had long ago learned to live without her mother's care. Which brought her to Lucy and here tears slowly filled her eyes. Long ago they had aided and comforted each other as they struggled to come to terms with their parents' battling. Over the years, while Lois had built a wall around her inner self to enable her to cope with her dysfunctional family, Lucy had hidden herself away from the feuding. In the end, whenever she felt old enough to face life on her own, she had run as far and as fast as she could from the source of her unhappiness, abandoning even her one friend, her sister. Occasionally, Lois would receive a phone call or perhaps a letter from her wayward sibling, but there was now little contact between the two. This circumstance saddened Lois, but was an extremely slim chance of reconciliation with Lucy enough reason for turning her back on happiness? Because Lois could no longer ignore her feelings; true happiness for her lay with Kal-El. Not complete happiness. No! There would be too much of herself left behind on Earth; her family and her friends, though there was no one who was really close; her ambition to be an independent journalist and this was probably the hardest dream to abandon. Only a clear picture kept repeating in her mind, of an older Lois, editor of a top world newspaper (perhaps The Daily Planet) at the height of her career, going home at night to a lonely apartment, feeding her fish and watching silly romantic soaps and missing every day the love of her life...... her soulmate. And what would her life be like on Krypton? Her mind seemed to become a blank page when she considered that. To be honest, she really had no idea. Kal had tried to paint a picture for her but though her heart had absorbed every word her brain had trouble assimilating the facts. From what he had told her, she would find it difficult to adjust to the traditions of Krypton. Well, maybe the Kryptonians would find it difficult to adjust to her. And maybe a blank page was not a bad thing. She and Kal-El could write the story of their shared lives.... together. That was the important point; they would be together. Whichever way that Lois looked at the choice she had to make, if she were totally frank with herself, there really was no choice at all. Her heart had spoken and her heart from now until the day she died belonged to Kal-El. Still she couldn't sleep. She was filled with excitement and expectancy and fear too. Lois Lane admitting that she was afraid had to mean something. Kal-El had turned her life upside down and this Earth woman had every intention of returning the favour on Krypton. Grinning in anticipation, Lois Lane went off to pack. ***** It was much later than Lois had anticipated when she was finally ready to return to the warehouse in the docks. Sleep had finally claimed her with the rising sun and she had remained comatose, as only the mentally exhausted can, for many long hours. The room was quiet and dim when she finally struggled back to consciousness in the midafternoon. Karen had obviously decided to leave Lois to rest and gone off to her classes. Thank goodness she had the presence of mind to kick her bulging back pack under her bed. If her friend had spotted that, she might have found herself rudely awakened and facing an unanswerable interrogation. In the beginning Lois had been tempted to pack up all her belongings, but the realization that most of her clothes would not be suitable for wear on Krypton had given her pause. Finally she had determined to take with her only a few essentials and her most treasured possessions; the few pieces of jewellery given to her by her father at various birthdays and Christmases; her grandmother's needlework pillow; the teddy bear that Joe, her high school boyfriend, had won her at the summer fair; the dress her mother had bought her for her graduation day and Lucy's too few letters. All in all a meagre treasure trove for nineteen years of living, Lois reflected. That done she had laid down on her bed to rest and, more exhausted by the night's happenings than she was willing to admit, she had fallen into a dreamless sleep. Yet she had awakened in a positive frame of mind. She would go to Kal tonight and tell him that she accepted his proposal. That being so, this might be her last day on Earth and she had some goodbyes to make. Her first plan had been to leave letters for her family and room-mate, but what could she say......... sorry, but I'm leaving........don't worry about me........ I'm only running away to outer space with a glorious extra-terrestrial. They would think she was crazy and have her committed. Of course, they would have to find her first. A weak laugh escaped Lois as tears clouded her eyes. Leaving would be difficult but staying behind was impossible. Sometime during her soul searching Lois had finally admitted that she loved her family, even though none of them were any good at family relationships. Nevertheless, she was not oblivious to the fact that her disappearance would upset them, she just didn't now how to ameliorate their pain. In the end she had settled for a phone call to each of her parents and sister and, thankfully, the gods had been kind, because she had managed to contact each one. In Lucy's case she had dug through her letters and dialled the most current number and though the girl had moved on she had been given a forwarding address and phone number which had proved to be correct. Strangely these last conversations had been warmer, more friendly than was normal. Perhaps she, knowing that this was the last time she would speak with them, was kinder, less judgmental than previously. Whatever the cause, Lois was grateful for the closer connection. When there was no more to be done, Lois took a last walk around the campus that had been her home for the last year, lingering in her most favourite places. She had spotted Karen and a number of her friends as they had spilled from the college buildings at the end of the day's classes, yet she had chosen not to join them. Saying goodbye in person would be too painful. Karen would find the solitary letter she had left behind, telling her friend farewell and assuring her that wherever Lois went she would be well and happy. With a wistful smile and a determined squaring of her shoulders, Lois hoisted her heavy back pack into a more comfortable position and headed for the taxi rank. Once inside the cab, she gave the address of the unused warehouse. If the taxi driver thought her destination a strange one for a bright young college girl, he forbore to mention it and during the ride he kept up an inconsequential conversation with the pretty student with tears in her eyes. And now the orb and her future lay before her as she stood amongst the debris of the long abandoned building. She had an uncomfortable desire to turn and flee, but the thought of the smile that would light Kal's eyes when she told him of her decision lifted her failing spirits. During the night, Lois had acknowledged the fact that her decision would cause her grief no matter which option she chose. This was no time to renege on her resolution. Seizing her courage in a firm grip Lois entered the craft. ***** Kal-El was sitting alone by what clearly on Earth would be termed a desk, reading from screeds of computer-printout. At first, he was unaware of her entrance, so she took a chance to surreptitiously study her future husband. He was even more handsome than she remembered, but his beauty was not only physical. In the short time she had known him she had come to realize that Kal-El possessed that most precious of gifts, a beautiful soul. Unable to contain her Cheshire Cat grin at her review of his physical attractions, Lois announced her presence by voicing a sudden concern. "You know you really should do something about security. Anybody could just walk through those walls." At the sound of her voice Kal jumped in surprise but an answering smile brightened his face and set his eyes twinkling. "Hi, Lois." He stood as he greeted her, attempting to hide his eagerness and keep the conversation light. In no way did he mean to press her for an answer. "That's not possible. Since your visit last night the craft is programmed to recognise your aura and allow you entrance. Besides, the ship is also cloaked. No one but the crew and yourself can actually see it." Lois gaped in awe at the technology that could manufacture a selective cloaking facility, but decided that a conversation about Kryptonian scientific accomplishments was not what she had in mind. Crossing the room, she enquired on a more personal level. "Whatcha doing, Kal?" Sensing Lois' skittishness, Kal was content to let her set the pace. "Homework," he indicated the papers he held with an airy wave of his hand. "Reading up on your country's constitution." "Light reading, huh?" She now stood by his side and not willing to yet meet his eyes, Lois concentrated on the reading matter before her. A gasp of laughter escaped her lips, quickly stifled at his startled glance. "Your mind not on the job, flyboy? Or is this another Kryptonian skill, reading things upside down?" Kal looked down at the papers and slowly he joined in her laughter, both finding escape from their stressful twenty-four hours in nonsensical camaraderie. When eventually their giggles stilled they found themselves standing so close together their bodies were almost touching. The moment of truth had arrived. As Kal's glance alighted on the overstuffed bag that Lois had dropped by the wall on entry, he dared to hope. "Then, your answer is yes?" The trepidation in Kal-El's voice was evident and the longing in his gaze held her spellbound for a moment in time. Then stretching out his hands to her he whispered, "Will you marry me?" Lois found that her hands, with a will of their own, sought out his and were soon taken in a gentle yet strong clasp and pulled against his chest. Through the black silk of his tunic she could feel his heart beating erratically. Her own heartbeat echoed his as instinctively she moved into his embrace and returning his earnest gaze she heard her determined reply. "Yes!" The moment she voiced her thoughts she knew that she meant them with all her heart. Soulmates instinctively recognised each other. Seeing the awe that held him mesmerised she thought that he might not have understood, so she reiterated her answer. "Yes, I will marry you and I will go with you, anywhere you shall go I shall go." And Lois echoed that long ago text from the Bible. She was caught up in his arms and pulled hard against his muscled chest. His lips sought hers and after first tentatively brushing her lips, his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that threatened to steal away her very breath. Long moments later the two broke the kiss recalling that they needed to breathe but they still clung to each other for support. Lois was aware that if she left the shelter of the strong arms that surrounded her she might collapse onto the floor. Thankfully Kal showed no intention of letting her loose. Instead he picked her up and carried her back to the chairs, which seemed to have conveniently metamorphosed into a two-seater couch, much more comfortable for holding each other like this. For a long moment Lois and Kal held each other close, contented just to enjoy this time when they had chosen to be together for the rest of their lives. It was a momentous occasion, especially for Lois. She had made a decision that would alter her life beyond anything she had ever planned, anything she had ever considered possible. Until last night her ambition had been to make her way in the journalistic field; to be the best reporter that she could and to hopefully win a Pulitzer prize one day. And now she was throwing it all away for an unknown life on another world. The life of First Lady and all that might entail. And all because she had fallen under the spell of a pair of melting brown eyes and the face and body of the Adonis that went with them. Before meeting Kal, she had poured scorn on her friends who had desired nothing more in life than to find a husband and start a family and yet here she was happily shedding all her ambitions for much the same concept. Even after her night of intense deliberation she was still not sure how this could have happened to Lois Lane, the most liberated of women. Lois' ambivalent feelings were etched clearly on her face as Kal watched the play of emotions chase their way across her lovely features. She had said yes, but obviously she had some lingering doubts. This didn't shock him, as he was asking her to give up everything that she was familiar with for a life on a far-off world, linked to that of a stranger. Kal understood that although Lois' heart had recognised him as her life mate, her mind was still having reservations. He chose to try to soothe her troubled unspoken meanderings. He always would place Lois' well-being above his own, even if it meant that he might lose her. Cupping her face tenderly with his hand he raised her face to his and began quietly, "Lois, I know that I expect a great deal of you and I thank you for placing your trust in me, but I feel that it's only fair if I explain to you what our life together will be like." When she had given him her full attention he proceeded a little more forcefully. "As I have said, you and I will be expected to have children and especially a son, as only a boy can inherit the leadership. Which means that if at first we produce girls then we have to keep trying for a male. Fortunately, our researchers are working on ways to aid in the reproduction of a certain gender, so hopefully you will not have to go on endlessly producing babies. As to the rest; you will be expected to be my consort and help me in the rule of my people, to comfort me and to strengthen me to do my duty." These last words were stilted as though they had been repeated to him many times in his past. "And I hope that you will find none of these requirements a burden, but I do understand that you want more from your life than to simply be a wife and mother. The next part of my explanation is what *I* want from our marriage and is something that we may have to keep to ourselves until my rule is established. I have tried to describe a little of the lifestyle on my world and I know that you are intuitive enough to have realized that life for women on Krypton is not as liberated as on Earth. Women on my planet are valued, but only as wives, mothers or sisters and any man treating a lady with disrespect will be severely disciplined. However, watching you here on Earth, I have long since concluded that, relegating females into their customary roles as we do on Krypton, we are sadly losing out on so much talent and potential and with your help I intend to change all of that. It won't be easy, Lois. There will be those who will be suspicious of change and will seek to resist it. That is why we will have to wait until the people have accepted our rule and have learned to trust us before we can begin to introduce reform. But on this I am determined. Will you help me, Lois?" The fact that Kal-El had begun to talk of 'us' and 'we' was music to Lois' ears. She had begun to think that her life as his wife would be just the sort of marriage that she abhorred. Now he had thrown her a challenge; a chance to bring some of the best of Earth's culture to a planet so far away. Lois Lane could never resist a challenge, with her eyes sparkling she raised her hand to his cheek and gently stroked her fingers across his lips and when a kiss was pressed to their tips she leaned up and whispered almost against his mouth. "With all my heart." Then sealed her affirmation with a kiss. ***** Chapter Three The Odyssey At the outset of their voyage, Lois had been delighted to discover that the flimsy-seeming orb craft had only been a shuttle and that once they had left Earth's atmosphere they had transferred to a much larger and solid-looking space cruiser. Lois had been mesmerized and saddened to watch the small blue planet, which had been her home, recede in the ship's vast windows and she had been grateful for the comfort of Kal's strong arms. He had said little but simply held her close as she sobbed her heart out in an unexpected attack of homesickness. Later, when the spacecraft's powerful engines had powered up and there had been little to see but shards of technicolour lights arrowing passed the view ports as they flew at hyperlight speed across the galaxy, she had allowed him to lead her away. Yet, easing her heavy heart, she carried his whispered promise. "Someday, Lois, I will take you back." ***** The journey had lasted longer than Lois had supposed and yet when she considered the many thousands of light years she had been told they would travel before reaching their destination, the odyssey took no time at all. But given the fact that the Earth woman was a fraction nervous of her landfall on her future home, Lois could have wished their trip to last a good deal longer. The couple had taken the interim time to explore their blossoming relationship by teaching each other of their respective worlds. That Lois should wish to accumulate all the knowledge of Krypton that she possibly could was understandable, but she was surprised that Kal should also be keen to listen to her tales of Earth; after all, they had left that world behind and Kal had already acquired a great deal of data on her old home. The fact that Earth was her home and so was instrumental in moulding her into the woman she was today was reason enough for Kal to avidly listen to all she had to tell him of her formative years. On a wider level, he was also interested to learn at first hand the role of a maturing female in Earth's more autonomous society. Although Kal understood that his people's more formal and reserved personalities could never totally adapt to the chaotic democracies of Earth, he hoped, in time, to introduce a number of customs from Lois' home. Kryptonian society was based on a meld of tradition, logic and a strict adherence to the laws set by the ruler and his council, all tempered by a innate belief in honour and fair play. Kal-El might be the most important person on Krypton but with that privilege came an overwhelming sense of responsibility for those under his rule and he would never for one moment consider shirking that responsibility nor would he expect his council or the lesser nobles to renege on their duty to care for those who came under their jurisdiction. That there were certain lords who lacked his commitment to care for his subjects both angered and saddened the heir apparent, but thankfully they were in the minority. In the future the young leader hoped to hold these ignominious aristocrats accountable for their mistakes and, in the worst cases, their crimes. But he would have to go carefully. Many of these renegade lords were from powerful and established houses and would look unkindly on any interference in their territories from a young and novice First Lord. Kal would always remember his father's watchword; caution, on a long journey take small steps. It was strange that foremost amongst, what Kal considered, his opposition was the House of Nor, ancient enemy of the Els and that they should be led by an unscrupulous and ambitious peacock who went by the name of Rad-Nor. Once again Kal-El and Rad-Nor were in confrontation, almost as if history were repeating itself and Kal could only pray that the disastrous outcome of the past would not take place in the future. All of these hopes and fears the worried young man confided to his lover and helpmeet as they journeyed towards their destiny. And yet their voyage did not completely consist of learning and serious discussion. There was much joy in experiencing their burgeoning feelings for each other both emotionally and physically. As each became familiar with the touch of hands and lips, they discovered a shared passion that had in the past only existed for them in dreams. These all-consuming desires excited and inspired them, yet the intensity of their feelings scared them a little too and so both Lois and Kal were content to wait until they were pronounced husband and wife before crossing completely the intimacy threshold. Meanwhile, Lois took advantage of the time to meet and interact with the ship's company, the only members of her new world available to her for the moment. In this undertaking her evolving skills as a journalist were put to good use. She found that she had a talent for encouraging people to talk to her and for finding out specific facts of their position amongst the ship's crew and more importantly about their families back on Krypton. Apart from the senior officers on board most of the crew were young and, as to be expected on a ship which travelled into the outer reaches of space, adventurous. Lois found them to be, on the whole, highly competent and more earnest in nature than the youth of Earth and yet as she came to know them better she discovered in some a gentle and droll sense of humour. In fact, the closer in acquaintance she became to her new people she uncovered many of the same traits that belonged to Earth humans and, as on her home planet, she found those she liked above others. One particular young man found favour with Lois. He had been one of Kal's bodyguards when she had first noticed the strange trio in the university campus. She had discovered that his name was Ching, that he was a lieutenant in the Kryptonian Security Forces and assigned to guard his young lord with his life. This task he was happy and honoured to do as, only a few years older than Kal and a son of an imperial service family, the two had grown up together and their bond was deep. The other of Kal's shadows was named Poli and though his term of duty had only begun at the outset of this voyage, he was as committed to the care of Kal as his partner but went about his duties in a more light-hearted manner than the serious-minded Ching. Now, because of the obvious joy that Kal found with Lois, the well-trained protectors ungrudgingly extended their care to this beautiful young Earth woman and if at first their motives had been purely to please their lord, they soon found themselves captivated by this unique girl. Somewhat shocked in the beginning by Lois' forthright and independent manner, qualities not normally appreciated in a woman on Krypton, they were soon won over by her integrity and courage. And if Kal's fears for their home planet were ever to regretfully materialize then the first lady might require all of these attributes. And so the getting to know you process continued for both Lois and the Kryptonians as the ship sped through the endless tracts of space. At such a phenomenal speed the Earth woman was at first surprised that they did not crash into the myriad planets and stars that swept by them on their journey. However, it was explained to her that their course was set at the outset of the voyage avoiding all charted objects and that collisions with chance meteorites and space debris were prevented by the projected force field that protected the craft. Lois, soaking up this new information, was reminded again of her TV viewing of such sci-fi programmes as Star Trek and the blockbuster movies in the Star Wars series. But this was not science fiction, this was reality and the amazed girl frequently was tempted to pinch herself to check that she wasn't dreaming. ***** Yet all journeys end and landfall was fast approaching as Lois paced back and forth across her room. The quarters assigned to her had been small, space being at a premium on such a craft, yet very comfortable. Besides, they were further enhanced by being situated next door to Kal-El's domicile with thankfully an adjoining door. Kal's cabin was slightly bigger than her own, but it was more lavishly furnished and unlike many of the other quarters it had its own bathroom which he generously shared with his future bride. During the time spent aboard, Lois had worn a similar uniform to the crew, though instead of the logo of the craft in which she travelled, the shield of the house of El had proudly adorned her suits. But for her introduction into the society with which she was to spend the rest of her life, she was gowned as the first lady. Her dress of electric blue clung to her body until it dropped below her waist, then spread out in yards of swishing silk to reach the floor. A simple necklace of pale blue gem stones circled her neck and she wore tiny matching earrings, while a scatter of the same gems nestled in her hair. She was dressed to suit her role and she felt very grand if a little self-conscious. Strangely though, she had been given no shoes and she sincerely hoped the weather of Krypton would be mild as the dress would afford her little protection. Just as she mused over this fact, the adjoining doors slipped open and Kal wandered through, his arms full of a swathe of dark blue material. "Here, Lois, slip these on. You'll freeze to death if you go out like that." As he spoke he unfurled a cloak of heavy velvet and crossed to drape it over her slight shoulders. When the cloak was in place, it was revealed that he also held blue soft leather boots and gloves which would cover much of her bare arms. Once she pulled on boots and gloves she discovered that both these accessories and the cloak were lined with something that felt very warm and.....furry. Lois was horrified. "Kal, I can't wear these. They're fur." She explained when he looked puzzled at her unexpected outburst. "Fake fur, Lois." He explained patiently. "Earth is not the only planet that believes in conservation. Or to be more exact, cloned fur. It's an exact copy of the real thing but that material has never touched an animal. It was grown in a test tube." "Grown?........... In a test tube?" Lois was intrigued. "Yes. Many things on Krypton are produced that way and though I would love to indulge in a scientific discourse, unfortunately we don't have the time." Kal extended a hand to Lois. "The ship is on its final descent and we should land momentarily. Our family and friends are waiting to greet us. Are you ready for this, Lois?" He asked concern showing clearly in his soft brown eyes. The answer to that was that Lois was terrified, but she wasn't prepared to indulge her fears. Always an achiever and an independent spirit, she bore a despised pity for those who dwelt on their fears and thus magnified them. Lois believed in facing her devils, so she stuck her little chin in the air and placing a hand on Kal's proffered arm the couple prepared to face the welcoming committee. ***** Chapter Four The Homecoming Lois Lane, Earth woman and space traveller, stood bravely by the large doors of the space craft, waiting for the moment when she would first set eyes on the world that would be her home. Unconsciously the hand that rested in the grasp of Lord Kal-El, heir to this great planet, shook slightly and the young woman was grateful for the answering touch she received from her betrothed as he gently placed his free hand over their clasped fingers. Looking up into his eyes, she met encouragement and understanding and his conspiratorial grin revived her somewhat fainting spirit. Her mind ranged over the names of those she was about to meet, hoping that busying herself with a specific task would halt her wildly cascading thoughts. As she started to put speculative faces to the names she remembered, her flight of fancy was interrupted by the swish of the wide portal opening before her and, with a mixture of eagerness and anxiety, she viewed the vista that was revealed. Even the lionhearted Lois was disconcerted by the scene that awaited her. The ship had landed in a very, very large hangar, where row upon row of various types of space craft were docked in ever continuing lines. One end of this giant barn like structure was open to an expanse of cloudy rust tinted sky where the ship had entered and thereafter floated a few feet above the floor between the rows of other craft until it had reached its specified docking bay. If Lois had doubted that the world to which she came was a highly advanced civilisation, the sight of these shining streamlined ships dispelled any scepticism that lingered in her mind. None of the other craft that filled this enormous building, however, could compare in size and grandeur to the vessel in which she had arrived. But then, she reasoned that the people of this planet would entrust their precious heir to nothing but the very best. As the disembarkation ramp was lowered to the floor of this monstrous space port Kal-El with Lois on his arm took his place at the head of the crew's senior officers and, walking down through the ranks of military personnel, he made his way to the welcoming committee. Unfortunately for Lois this group of people stood someway off on a raised dias and she prayed as she walked by Kal's side that no one would hear the knocking of her knees. Perhaps the clash of highly polished boots colliding together, as the serried ranks of soldiers snapped to attention at the couple's passing, drowned out the feeble clacking of her bones. Behind the lines of the military personnel, Lois could see other overall-clad men standing in less organized lines. Perhaps these were the civilian work force and her eyes opened in shock as she watched these men drop to one knee and bow their heads in greeting. Oh my, did they still do that sort of thing on this planet? Judging by the gleaming metal surrounding her she was evidently on a futuristic world and yet she had a strange feeling of having been transported to the middle ages. In time, Lois would learn that this was indeed true; Krypton would always be, in Lois' eyes, a much loved mass of contradictions. Too soon her musings were dispelled by their arrival at the foot of the small flight of steps leading up to the platform that held the high and mighty of Krypton and here she was again surprised when Kal bowed low to the old gentleman who stood at the head of the group. Not wishing to appear irreverent and much to her own amazement, Lois too bobbed a quick curtsey, for which she received a courteous nod from the watching man and, if Lois were not mistaken, a conspiratorial wink from a twinkling eye. As Kal straightened up he quickly mounted the steps till he stood before Zor-El, First Lord of Krypton and clasping his hands together almost in a gesture of prayer he placed them within his uncle's grasp. The illustrious leader of Krypton beamed proudly on his handsome nephew. Kal was such a good boy, so bright and brave. Without him Krypton had seemed a much drearier place. "Welcome home, Kal." The older man's voice was filled with warmth. "It is good to have you back with us. You have been missed." At these last words, Zor-El's eyes slid over to a woman who stood a little to his left. Kal's gaze followed that of his uncle and when it came to rest on this particular lady his chocolate brown eyes softened and a tender smile touched his lips. Standing below, a faint echo of jealousy stirred in Lois' heart as she witnessed this silent exchange. She had come to believe that special look was reserved only for her. Happily, however, as she studied the woman carefully, she realized that this lady, though beautiful, was many years older than her fiancee. The lady was small and slim yet she carried herself with a regal air, which at the moment was softened by a lovely smile....... a smile that was so like that of her son. The realization that this was very probably Lara, her future mother-in-law, dispelled all traces of jealousy from Lois' mind. Kal quickly crossed to his mother and repeated the gesture he had first made with his uncle only this time their hands held tight to each other for some moments before Kal released his clasp and turning to the tall man by Lara's side offered his hands again. "Greetings, Father, Mother. It is good to be back with you again. I hope that you are well." The words were formal, but the feelings behind them were sincere. "Indeed, we are, my son." Lara blinked back a few tears as she spoke. This public meeting was no place for her to show the deep emotions she was feeling at the return of her beloved son. Their true welcome could take place later in the privacy of their home. Lois had felt a smidgen abandoned while she waited alone by the stairs and to hold her loneliness at bay, she had employed her reporter's instincts and viewed the unfolding scene as if she were taking notes for a covering story. Disappointingly Lord Zor-El was not at all how Lois had imagined a great leader would look, assuming of course that there was a 'look' for world rulers. He was tall, a few inches taller than Kal, but more slender than seemed healthy, and his skin was pale. Short dark hair streaked with grey topped a narrow face which was heavily lined. Were these lines, deeply sculpted on Zor's face, due to the weighty responsibilities of his position? All in all Lois had the impression of a care worn individual and yet this perception was dispelled by a pair of intelligent, sparkling eyes. Eyes which were now turned in her direction and Lois became uncomfortably aware that the said gentleman was returning her scrutiny, an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Kal, my boy, I believe you are remiss in your duties," Zor's laughing tone belied the scolding words. "This young lady will be thinking that Kryptonians are an ill-mannered race." The young lord blushed a rosy pink, but he hurried to amend his blunder, whispering an apology to his future bride as he escorted her to his waiting family. "Forgive me, Lord Zor," Kal's head dipped a little at his words yet, leading Lois forward, his firm chin lifted and he declared with pride. "May I present Ms Lois Lane of the planet Earth." Kal raised Lois' hand and placed it in the palm of his uncle's outstretched hand, but Lois forestalled his action and with careful deliberation she imitated what she concluded must be the Kryptonian equivalent of a handshake. Zor's aristocratic eyebrows rose in appreciation. "I am honoured to meet you, Ms Lois Lane of Earth." The words were delivered in clear cultured English while the older man's face crinkled with smiles. Immediately Lois reviewed her earlier assumption; some of these facial creases might be laughter lines. "As First Lord of this planet I welcome you on behalf of my family and my people." Lois' hands were still retained by Zor's long fingers. "I hope that your journey was a pleasant one." "Thank you, sir. I was looked after very well." Lois found that her frayed nerves were steadying under his fatherly approval. "Space travel was definitely a new experience, but I liked it......it was..........interesting....... exciting." His smile was contagious and she returned his grin brightly. "Yes, I too find it most exhilarating and it is far too long since I ventured into space. Perhaps when I retire I can indulge my pleasure in journeying. I know my wife Rochelle would dearly love to visit her home again." As he talked Zor included the lady by his side in the conversation and Lois turned her attention to Krypton's First Lady. If Zor-El's appearance had surprised Lois, the diminutive figure who stepped forward astounded her; Lady Rochelle was a plump grey haired lady with an unremarkable yet kind face. At the moment she was smiling gently on the young couple and particularly on her nephew. Devoid of the comfort of children of her own, she had lavished all her motherly care on this young man. "So, dear Kal, your quest was successful?" The lady's voice was low. "My, she is so pretty. It's all right to say that, Kal, isn't it?" And she turned anxiously to her nephew. "Why don't you ask, Lois, Aunt Rochelle," Kal suggested kindly. But here Lois elected to speak for herself. "It's kind of you to say so, my lady." She was spouting dialogue like a heroine in one of those historical romance novels, which she never admitted to reading, and she fought an untimely urge to giggle. This was so bizarre. Meantime the tiny lady had enveloped her nephew and his bride-to-be in a joint hug which took Lois by surprise having learnt during the voyage of the Kryptonians' lack of demonstrative behaviour. Yet here was the most prominent female in the land showing openly her somewhat sentimental joy at Kal's return. Even his mother had forborne to touch him beyond that first formal greeting. Attuned to Lois' reaction, Lady Rochelle whispered confidentially, "Don't mind me, child, I'm Zirconian." Then, as if that was the only explanation necessary, she continued as loudly as her gentle voice would allow. "I too bid you welcome to our world, Lois Lane, and hope that in the years ahead Krypton brings you as much joy as it has me." And a silvery tinkling laugh accompanied her greeting. Why then did Lois suspect she heard the unspoken words....... and sorrow? Fortunately for Lois' equanimity, she was distracted from her disquieting notion by the approach of Kal's parents, coming forward to make their introductions. Lara was the first to offer her greeting. "I am most happy to have you here with us, Lois Lane. I am Lara, Kal's mother." While she spoke, she offered the Earth girl her praying hands and Lois was quick to give the customary response. "I know well how deeply distressed my son would have been had you chosen to remain on Earth." The words were said kindly but the look Lois received was one of appraisal. Apparently, as far as her future mother-in-law was concerned, the jury was still out on whether Kal's choice had been a wise one. Well, Lois could sympathise with the woman's concerns. She had a few of her own. It didn't take a degree in psychology to discern that there were many undercurrents drifting around in this family. A deep melodic voice was enquiring into her well-being and Lois shook herself free of her worrying thoughts, there would be time to examine them later. "How do you do, Ms Lane? I believe that is the correct greeting given on Earth." The gentleman who escorted Lara now addressed Lois in a friendly manner. "My name is Jor-El and I look forward to getting to know you." At last, a hello that seemed free of hidden nuances and Lois responded with a grateful if somewhat tremulous smile. Ironically the men in this family offered her an unconditional welcome. Therefore, Lois was not surprised by Zor-El's thoughtful suggestion. "Kal-El, I'm sure that your betrothed must be feeling a little stunned by the size of her reception committee, not to mention a mite exhausted by her extended journey in space. Besides, I'm growing a little uncomfortable myself, standing around in this draughty hall. I propose that the rest of the family introductions take place at home and that the council and court can wait until the morrow." Zor indicated the curious courtiers that huddled on the dias behind the royal house of Krypton, each striving to gain an advantage point on the cramped podium. "Let's all go home." A rolling hum of disgruntled voices met their Lord's pronouncement. The assembled nobles had been eager to assess the new bride. Now it seemed that their journeys through the inclement weather had not been necessary. At least they had all caught a glimpse of the girl and it was a general consensus that she was exceedingly lovely, though some opinions were more grudging than others. A certain number of the noble council and lords of Krypton were concerned at the choice of an Earth woman. According to the archived history of that far-off planet the race was a particularly tempestuous and aggressive one. Of course, their own history was not without its wars and revolutions, but they had moved far beyond the disruptive behaviour that led to such confrontations. So was it wise to introduce a member of a race, who had difficulty suppressing their passion, into the calm tranquillity of their beloved home? The more truthful lords and ladies might admit that there were still some Kryptonians whose civility was only a thin veneer. Furthermore, there were many who believed that one small woman could have little effect on the lives of a content and stable society. Happily for their own continued peace of mind they did not yet know Ms Lois Lane. Much in the majority amidst the noble classes, however, were those in whose opinion Earth was the sister world of Krypton, if a century or so behind on the evolutionary scale. It was this group of loyal El supporters who had approved Kal's proposal and had persuaded or cajoled the doubters not to veto Lois Lane as the heir apparent's bride. Yet even amongst this championing group disappointment was rife as the nobles had wished to extend their support to the young stranger. And so for some minutes dissension was given free reign in the cold echoing confines of the spaceport until as one the frail old ruler and his vigorous young heir turned their gazes upon the complaining crowd. For the first time Lois witnessed the control that these two men held over this planet and people, as silence fell like a smothering blanket over the gathered aristocracy. Lois didn't really approve of such absolute power and yet watching its use was awesome. Satisfied that his will would prevail Zor-El redirected his attention to the young couple. "Kal, my boy, why don't you escort your Aunt Rochelle to the transporters. She's been looking forward to hearing of your adventures off world. I will accompany your betrothed and she and I will continue to become acquainted." Lois didn't wholly approve either of this cavalier distribution of her person, yet she had a strong suspicion that this was neither the time nor the place to exert her modern woman liberated tendencies, so she accepted Zor's proffered arm and allowed herself to be led in the direction of the exit. "It really is perplexing, Lois Lane, that in a society as advanced as we profess to be, that we could not build a spaceport that caters a little more for our creature comforts. When I viewed the holograms Kal relayed back home, I noticed, with some envy I must confess, that your 'airports', I believe that was what they were called, were remarkably comfortable places, with shops and eating places and........ *seats*." Lois would scarcely have described these busy overcrowded buildings back home as comfortable but she refrained from spoiling the old man's image. Besides, an unexpected surge of home sickness prevented her from decrying anything associated with Earth. Zor-El's inconsequential chatter continued and Lois wondered if perhaps this astute man had sensed her mood and was giving her time to compose herself. "Of course, we lofty Kryptonians are supposed to prefer intellectual comfort above our physical well-being, which if you don't mind my saying so is........ 'crap'........" A startled gasp from Lois interrupted my Lord's diatribe. His mobile eyebrows rose. "What?! Did I say that wrong? And I was hoping that I could make you feel at home with my use of your language. How like an old man to put his foot in his mouth when trying to impress a pretty young lady." "No! Oh no!" Lois hurried to explain. "Your terminology was correct, very apt and very colourful. I just didn't expect to hear something like that from .........." "From the illustrious ruler of Krypton." Zor-El suggested. "You're in good company, my dear, neither would my council. They would think I'd lost my mind and would probably have me committed, as I think they would say on your world." "Your command of English is excellent, sir." "It is?!" At his young companion's nod a happy grin spread across Zor's face, transforming his long-suffering mien of earlier. "Kal and I used to study the language together when he was a boy. We have always shared a keen interest in your home planet and like all Kryptonians we learnt the most common language, although I was always afraid that we might be too formal, especially since our first studies were Shakespeare and a number of English poets. Those were the books chosen by Kal-El's tutors, but I felt that they weren't right.....too old and outdated, though the content of some of Shakespeare's plays was a mite risque; girls dressing up as boys; murder most foul and unseemly relationships. I decreed that they weren't particularly suitable for a growing boy, so we tuned in, via satellite, to some of your TV channels instead. I remember a particular show that we enjoyed...... now let me see....... what was it called........?" His brow furrowed in thought for a moment then his eyes brightened. "Yes, I remember. It was called 'Star Trek', a tale of Earthlings venturing into space, to boldly go where no man has gone before. We liked that one." A picture of the adolescent Kal and the regal Zor avidly switching on each week to watch a US sci-fi production lifted Lois' lowering mood and the irony that this particular member of a highly intellectual race should consider a light entertainment programme more suitable than the classics was interesting and strangely comforting. Perhaps these people were not so different from those she had left behind. As the small hand that rested on his arm relaxed, the wise old man smiled secretly. His strategy was successful, the child had lost her startled fawn look and the slender shoulders had squared. Lois Lane's fighting spirit had returned and she was ready to face whatever this new home had to offer her. Earth-made TV programmes were not the only satellite broadcasts that Zor-El had watched with his nephew. Very quickly he had become aware of the boy's fascination with the spunky American girl and he had monitored the transmissions carefully, mainly because he didn't wish Kal's interest to focus on someone who would be quite unsuitable. In time, as he watched the girl grow into a lovely young woman, the wily ruler had concluded that the feisty, tenacious Lois Lane was just what was required on his world. Krypton had become too sanitised, its citizens too pragmatic and dispassionate and increasingly self-satisfied. What was needed was a catalyst that would rekindle the fire that had once burned so brightly in the hearts of his people and Zor firmly believed that Lois would be perfect for the job. However, he first had to ensure that the girl's lively spirit was not worn down by the restrictions and responsibilities placed upon her by virtue of her position. His own dear Rochelle had not been capable of withstanding the pressures and the First Lady was now a shadow of the kind, carefree, laughing girl he had brought to Krypton as his bride. Hopefully, Lois would not have the same heartbreaking problems in producing an heir as had Rochelle and Kal was made of sterner stuff than he himself had once been. It had taken Zor many long and hard years to learn the art of leadership, listening often in the beginning to the wrong counsel and allowing self-seeking noblemen to persuade him into making too many mistaken judgements. Ominously, it now seemed that one of these past errors was returning to haunt them but this was a day of celebration and he pushed that melancholy thought aside. Through the years he had taught himself statesmanship and these unscrupulous manipulators had discovered that their generous victim had eluded them. Finally, Zor-El had taken control and appointed a less selfish council. Nonetheless, the path to reach his present altruistic governorship had been long and hard and he and his family had experienced many heartbreaks along the way. All these lessons he had attempted to pass on to his nephew and fortunately Kal had proved to be an apt and willing pupil. Though an extremely kind and considerate youngster, Kal's friendly nature masked a strong determined will. The future Lord of Krypton would not allow himself or his lady to be bullied. And Zor had the stimulating notion that Ms Lane would be perfectly capable of standing up to the staid, stuffy council members. Life on Krypton was about to become very interesting. The party led by Zor and Lois reached the exit at the far end of the building and, as they approached, the doors slid silently open to reveal a large concourse filled with car-size egg-shaped objects, laying horizontally on the ground. On Zor-El's arrival the first and one of the largest eggs rose into the air, pointed nose forward, and with a slight purring sound glided forward and stopped before them. Lois was reminded of the taxis rank outside Metropolis Transcontinental Rail Station, except no earthbound taxi ever resembled these streamlined hovering ovals. "Sadly, my child, this is where I must take my leave of you for today," Zor-El addressed his youthful companion once more and Lois felt an unmistakable surge of panic at his words. This gentleman had been her guide through a new and, in some respect, bewildering experience and she was loathe to relinquish the security of his presence. Sensing her mood, Zor explained kindly. "I am sorry that our first meeting must be so brief. Kal will take you to his parents' house, Ro-Ellion, while I must return to The Palace. But, don't despair, you and Kal will visit us on the morrow, when you will be introduced to the councillors. I know, my dear, a tiresome prospect but one that I'm afraid cannot be put off any longer and afterwards there shall be a little family gathering where you and I can continue our conversation." Searching the lovely brown eyes that regarded him so candidly, he enquired hearteningly. "Shall you enjoy that prospect as much as I?" Though the idea of a family gathering did not appeal, family gatherings never having been very pleasant in Lois' past, she hurried to assure her new friend that she too looked forward to renewing their acquaintance. "Oh yes, and you can tell me all about Kal when he was a boy. And about the........." And here Lois lowered her voice, "the councillors. There are a few who look a little...... grave." Lois inserted this adjective, feeling that her first choice would not be received well. Her words were met by a shout of laughter. "You mean tedious...... and, child, in some instances your estimation is correct. However, for the most part, they are good men and I will happily direct you to the most interesting, those who I am honoured to call friends. But now I must bid you farewell." With great dignity Lord Zor-El bowed low over Lois Lane's hand, announcing to all those watching that this lady had found favour with their ruler and that she was from this day forward under his protection. As soon as Kal had relinquished his Aunt to the care of his Uncle, the older couple stepped through the wall of the transporter and settled themselves in the comfortable interior. Three uniformed bodyguards climbed onboard and stationed themselves dutifully behind the First Lord and his Lady. Lois was surprised by the entry, though in fact she had used this same method with the Orb ship, but she was unprepared for the shell of the vehicle to become transparent whenever the occupants were inside, but she swallowed her astonishment and waved goodbye to her new friends as the transporter carried them away. The royal transport gathered speed and was joined by two escort vehicles, taking station front and rear of the craft. Watching the small convoy disappear into the distance, Lois wondered whether the military escort was purely ceremonial; she had not forgotten Kal's disquieting words concerning a certain menacing lord. A hand on her arm brought her back to the present and she was startled by the arrival of another transporter, clearly their own. Quickly the family of El boarded their transporter, not wishing to linger in the cold freezing fog that clung in tendrils about the courtyard of the spaceport. Ching and Poli followed closely behind and, as the purr of the engine deepened, the hovering vehicle sped off in the direction of a distant city. Eagerly viewing the landscape of her new home from the comfort and warmth of the vehicle, Lois was entranced by the snow-clad vista. The rolling hills through which they travelled were a pristine white and the trees that marched sedately to the summits were weighed down by their frozen blanket. A strange cloudy reddish-grey sky bore down on the hill tops and tentacles of mist reached out to entrap the transporter as it travelled above the icy ground. Kal-El had mentioned that it was winter on Krypton yet somehow she had expected that on this world filled with technological wizardry, snow would be cleared away instantly. And yet as the transport was of the hovering variety it didn't much matter that the roads should be cleared. And maybe they didn't have roads anyhow. And the silent winter wonderland scenes were ethereally lovely. The spaceport was situated a few miles from Elvar, the main city of Krypton and seat of the House of El. In this great city built on the banks of the river El, the Royal Palace, the centre of planetary government, towered above the wide streets and avenues of the town. For reasons of defence the ancient castle had been constructed many hundreds of years before on a rocky promontory overlooking the mouth of the river. Now that the planet had embraced peace defence was no longer an issue, nevertheless the impregnable walls rising from their elevated site remained a symbol of omnipotence. Nestled below the monumental rock, the beautiful city spread out in elegant lines along the river. Spacious avenues, bordered with many fine homes belonging to the noble families of Krypton, ran parallel with the great waterway, giving each edifice a clear view of the river and the countryside beyond. Of course, these aristocrats had vast lands of their own over which they held sway yet, due to the court's presence in this city, most had built residences close to the seat of power and the longer and more consequential the lineage of the family the greater and more prestigious the mansion. Nearby the noble dwellings of Elvar, the grand financial institutions were founded, operated by ancient banking dynasties whose influence was almost as far reaching as that of the nobles. And not to be outdone in splendour the rich merchants too had a district of their own, which vied in architectural grandeur with the older edifices. Even the labouring classes of this city, under the benign lordship of the Els, were comfortably domiciled. These houses were considerably smaller in proportion but well constructed and were set amongst the abundant parkland that quartered Elvar. Recently the market places and artistic centres had been given a timely face lift and if there was a slum area in this city it was carefully hidden. This was a prosperous and seemingly utopian society. And into this aesthetic setting came a citizen of Metropolis, probably one of the most untidy, dirty, seething cities that Earth had to offer and also the most exciting, thought provoking, passionate place in the galaxy. Yet, already this Metropolitan had discerned that beneath Krypton's seemingly sterile surface an emotional and greedy cauldron bubbled and roiled. And Lois was about to discover one of its sources. ***** Chapter Five The Family of El Being one of the oldest mansions of Elvar, surprisingly Ro-Ellion was not one of the largest houses nor was it situated close by the Palace. Ro-Ellion graced the banks of the river at the very boundary of the city, yet its remote position afforded it a privacy that the other noble homes lacked. Set at the head of a large terraced garden that sloped down to the shore, the ancient weathered stone lent a sense of permanence and strength to the family dwelling place. Now, as Lois first set eyes on her new abode in its mantle of glistening snow, it reminded her of a fairytale castle, sitting serenely amidst its winter garlands. The transporter dropped in speed as it manoeuvred its way between an avenue of trees, their snow-laden branches dipping towards the small craft, and finally glided to a halt before a wide portico. The family alighted from the vehicle to be greeted by the heavy wooden doors swinging back and an important uniformed individual coming forward to meet them. "Welcome home, Lord Kal-El." The man bowed low before his young lord, as did the line of similarly liveried servants (Lois assumed they would be servants) ranked behind him. "May I take the liberty of informing you that you have been missed by all at Ro-Ellion." "Thank you, Ernst." Kal acknowledged. "It's good to be home." And his heart-stopping smile encompassed the waiting group. Slowly he turned to Lois and offered his hand to lead her forward. "My people, I should like to present to you my bride, Ms Lois Lane." His eyes softened as they beckoned her. "Lois, this is Ernst, our major-domo. He has been with us since I was a boy and without his organization the house would collapse about our heads." This statement was not totally true as Lara was a most efficient mistress of the house but Kal's words proved how much appreciated was this long-serving retainer. Again the old seneschal bowed low and his appreciative eyes twinkled. He too had been privy to Kal's obsession with the Earth girl and he was delighted that the young master had won his fair lady. "Welcome to Krypton, Lady Lois," Lois started at the title. This was going to take some getting used to. Meanwhile Ernst was continuing with his greeting. "And to Ro-Ellion. We have tried to anticipate your wishes and we hope you will be comfortable here, but if there is anything you need, anything that we have overlooked, please let us know and we will happily set the matter right." There was an expectant pause and Lois realised with a slight shock that they were waiting for her to speak, something that uncharacteristically she was finding difficult to do. Get a grip, Lois , she commanded herself, you may feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, but this is no dream. This is the life you chose for yourself and the sooner you adjust to it the better. So placing a gracious smile on her face (was gracious what was required here?) she replied to the waiting major-domo and his line of servants. "Thank you. It is very kind of you all to have gone to so much trouble. I'm sure I shall find everything I need." Lois was floundering; talking to life-long retainers was not a skill she had much use for on Earth. Was she being too informal or too standoffish? She just didn't know. She really ought to have had some etiquette training on the journey. Was there a manual available on 'How to be a First Lady'? Her ascent into mild hysterics was halted as Kal led her down the line of house servants, introducing each of them by name as they passed. She would never remember them, there were just too many names and she panicked anew. First in line was the house keeper, Mari, followed by a handful of housemaids and footmen; next was the kitchen staff, presided over by a lofty-looking chef called Burdom and bringing up the rear the outside staff, the gardeners and handymen. Listening closely to the earthbound titles placed on each member of staff, Lois slowly realised something important and she hurriedly turned to Kal. "They're all speaking English," she whispered. "Yes, Mother thought that it would make you feel more at home." "And we've all been taking a refresher course in your language. It was most enjoyable." Ernst interjected. Tears pricked behind Lois' eyes and threatened to spill over. "Thank you all so much. It is a very kind thought and I do appreciate your efforts." At that moment, aware that her future daughter-in-law was close to weeping and having a dislike of public displays of emotion, Lara stepped forward. "I think that some herbal tea would be nice, Ernst." Calm and serene as always the Lady of El directed her little party on into the house. "We will take tea in the garden room, Ernst." "Very good, milady. You will find Lady Zara there." Once again, Lois allowed herself to be led away, this time through the corridors of the ancient house until they emerged into a spacious glass house burgeoning with exotic plants, reminiscent of the orchid house that Lois had once visited at Metropolis' Botanical Gardens. Riotous colour and heady scents abounded, very incongruous with the wintry white and grey scene outside the windows. Seated amongst the foliage a slim young woman was reading from a small electronic book. Her dark hair hung like shimmering velvet to her waist and at present hid her face from view of the approaching group. However, as soon as she was alerted to their presence, she laid the book quickly aside and sprang from her chair, running to Kal's side and throwing her arms around his neck. So much for Kryptonian pragmatism. Kal's younger sister evidently was not uncomfortable with a show of feelings and neither was Kal as he hugged his sibling enthusiastically in return. "I am so glad to see you, Kal. I was afraid that something bad might happen to you on such a long journey. Your ship might have been hit by an asteroid or attacked by the Taureans or the Earthlings might not have taken kindly to being visited by aliens. They might have locked you up in a lab and dissected you like a frog." She babbled breathlessly. "Well, as you can see none of these terrible things occurred." Zara stood back as he spoke and checked him over to make sure that he was telling the truth. "I and all the members of the expedition returned safely." Because Lois was watching this exchange with deep interest, she caught the meaningful look that passed between brother and sister, a look which neither of their parents seemed aware off. Had Lois stumbled across another secret? With an unconscious sigh of gratitude Zara hugged Kal's neck again and whispered an almost inaudible thank you in his ear. "That's enough, you two," Lara's command ended the sibling's embrace. "Zara, you are a grown woman now and you really must refrain from these sentimental outbursts." The young woman seemed rather dejected at her mother's scold but Kal was not to be so easily subdued. "What's wrong, Mama," and he used his boyhood endearment. "Are you by any chance jealous?" A reproving frown met this demand, a frown that was speedily dispelled by a warm throaty laugh. "My son, you are incorrigible, but you are right. Come and give your mother a hug." Her arms opened wide and Kal stepped inside them, circling his arms about her waist and hugging her back. Lois found herself letting out the breath that she had been unaware of holding inside. Memories of seeking yet not receiving an embrace from her parents had made her heart ache fleetingly for Kal-El. But there had been no need, even on this planet with its strict traditions of formality, behind closed doors this particular family yielded naturally to their feelings, a circumstance emphasised by the embrace that was now being exchanged between father and son. "Kal, don't you think it's about time you introduced me to your betrothed?" Zara had regained her earlier high spirits and now was demanding to meet with her new sister. And for some time the family indulged in a pleasant exchange of ideas and information, laying the foundations of what would hopefully become a strong friendship with the newest member of the family circle. Tea was brought in by the unobtrusive Ernst and after serving her family, Lara broached a more serious topic. "I invited Keira to be here with us today, but as you see, sadly she did not deign to accept the invitation." Lara sat more upright in her chair as she divulged this piece of information. "My love, I don't know why you troubled." Jor-El sitting close by his wife's side reached over and patted her hand consolingly. "You must have realised by now that Rad-Nor would never willingly set foot inside our door." "I'm quite aware of that fact." Lara's voice showed some annoyance at his words. "I did, however, expect Keira to make the effort to come alone to welcome her only brother back home." At the name of Rad-Nor, Lois' interest was alerted. Recalling the conversations, which she had with Kal on board the spacecraft, surely that was the name of the Lord who was causing the El family such worry? Now it seemed that Kal's elder sister was connected in some way to the guy. "Mama," Kal's tone was conciliatory. "Rad-Nor wouldn't give Keira permission to travel to Elvar alone." "And why would she need his permission? Everyone knows that their marriage is in tatters; that they lead separate lives. Why can't she visit her family?" This last question was coloured by a mother's worry over her elder daughter's unhappy life style. Lois blanched! Keira was married to the enemy! But why hadn't Kal told her this during their talks? She didn't appreciate being left in the dark yet the conversation was proceeding so she turned her concentration to the flow of harsh words. "Painful though it might be to admit, Lara, I believe that Keira blames us for her disastrous marriage." Jor-El's shoulders slumped at this admission. "We should never have acquiesced to the council's proposal for the marriage." "Zor-'s too, don't forget." The mother tiger's voice was sharp with regret. "Your precious brother agreed to the alliance and how could we have withstood their joint wishes. Besides, we had no idea, back then that the boy would grow into an ogre." "At least be honest, Mother," Kal added rather disapprovingly. "There's been bad blood in the Nor family for generations." "If the marriage is so very bad, why does she not divorce him?" Four shocked pairs of eyes turned on Lois. At least three of the owners of the astounded gazes had not expected any input into the conversation from that quarter. Kal, on the other hand, after the initial shock had worn off, realised that Lois interjection was inevitable. "I'm sorry, Lois, if it seems we have been ignoring you. As you can tell this is a very emotive subject for us and I will explain........ everything." He shot both parents a challenging look as he spoke but neither one offered any resistance. "But first you have to know that here on Krypton there is no divorce, unless requested by the husband and sanctioned by the council. On Krypton alliances between the noble families are often cemented by marriage of the offspring of these houses. These betrothals normally take place when the children are young but once entered into they are binding. When the children grow to adulthood the wedding ceremony takes place and the two houses are united. This is not always an ideal way for a marriage to be successful but it is the Kryptonian way and surprisingly it works in most cases. Sometimes the couples even fall in love with their arranged partners." Kal extended his gaze to pointedly include his parents and Lois was delighted to see a faint blush stain both faces as they became aware of their son's implication. As two representatives of the foremost houses of this planet theirs was indeed an arranged marriage and both families had profited from the alliance; the Els acquired new territory and the people of Ra gained a powerful protector. Happily for the couple love too had blossomed between the beautiful highborn Lara, only child of the house of Ra and Jor the quiet, studious second son of the royal family. But though Lara and Jor had found contentment in their union, accustomed as they were to this practise, neither had considered that their daughters should not be contracted in political marriages. "After their defeat in the civil war, which I have already told you of," Kal continued with his explanation. "The Nors retired into their heartland to nurse their wounds and rebuild their devastated country and for nearly two hundred years they remained in obscurity. Then some years before my birth the incumbent Lord petitioned the newly enthroned Zor-El and his council for permission to return to public life. Believing that the family had repented of their warring ways, the request was sanctioned and Lord Re-Nor duly took his place in the court and council. Echoes, however, of that far-off travail still lingered and in an effort to prevent a recurrence, the Nors were offered an alliance with the Els. A betrothal between Rad-Nor and Keira was arranged and in due course the wedding took place and the union was consummated." It was apparent from Kal's mulish expression that this marriage was not one he had agreed with, but no-one had taken much notice of the opinion of a twelve-year-old boy. "Unfortunately, it has not been a happy union but there is little that can be done to set things right." In Kal's discomfiture Lois had her reason for her betrothed's omission. The adolescent Kal had been shamed by his family's compliance in the completion of his sister's marriage contract to a man he deemed completely unsuitable. Sometime in the near future she would make it plain to him that she should not be shielded from the unsavoury points of his family history. In the meantime, however, Lois was determined to discover all she could about her soon to be relations. "So your sister is stuck in a loveless marriage?" "I'm afraid so." Dejection filled Kal's voice at the admission. Lois looked condemningly at the family of El sitting about her. "But that's terrible!" The guilty four refused to meet her eyes. "Kal, we have to do something about that!" "LO-IS, NO! It is not for you to interfere in what doesn't concern you." The words were delivered like a whiplash. Only once had she heard Kal employ this tone when on board ship he had come across a serious dereliction of duty by a lazy crew member which might have resulted in the breakdown of the spacecraft's protective shield. Back then she had understood his ire, even sympathised, but never had she expected him to turn such anger on her. Yet watching with eyes wide she realised that Kal too was taken aback by his outburst. His look of vexation was replaced by one of deep remorse and in her mind she heard his voice asking to be absolved. At once she recognized that not even his closest family was privy to Kal's future intentions to reform life on Krypton. She remembered Kal's words of warning that there would be those on Krypton who would resist reform and, having now experienced for herself a little of the turbulence behind the structured lives of this society, she had a deeper understanding for the need for secrecy. The knowledge that she alone shared his innermost plans warmed her heart and, contrary to all her former habitual responses to censure, she bestowed on him a forgiving smile. If this exchange between the young couple perplexed the others, it was not remarked upon. Instead Jor-El interposed kindly with just a hint of censure. "Kal, it was most unmannerly of you to speak to Lois in that way. Evidently life on Earth is very different and you cannot expect Lois to adjust all at once to our ways. Indeed, it was most kind of Lois to wish to help your sister but I'm afraid that Kal is correct in this," the senior El had turned to his new daughter as he reiterated, "we can do nothing for Keira until she chooses to come to us and lodges a formal complaint to the judges about her husband." A derisory sigh escaped from Lara. "And even then Rad-Nor would only be warned to restrain his behaviour and perhaps, if the complaint was upheld, be forced to pay a monetary penalty but the marriage would still stand." Even though Lara seemed depressed by this course of action, it was clear she was resigned to the laws of her planet and if she had read more than her husband into Lois and Kal's interaction she pushed it aside for the moment. It was much too soon to make a judgement on whether this Lois Lane would be a good influence on her son and sadly Lara acknowledged that her opinion would hold little sway with her son should she seek to delay the union. The time for such soul searching was now over, brought to an end by the re-entry of Ernst into the room. With an apologetic cough the major-domo announced. "Beg pardon, milord, Physician Tamar has arrived. I have taken the liberty of showing him through. And may I enquire if the evening repast will be served as usual in the dining room?" "Yes, Ernst, we will eat at the normal time and Physician Tamar will be joining us for dinner." Lara instructed. "Very good, milady." As he spoke, Ernst stood aside and a small man came smartly into the room. "Good greeting, Lord Jor and to you my lady." The visitor bustled around the room saying his hellos to the family and being formally introduced to the new bride. Tamar was invited to sit and for a time the conversation centred on Kal's trip to Earth until Kal announced with some apprehension. "Lois, Tamar's visit is not purely social. We are a little concerned for your well-being and Tamar would like to examine you to make sure that your health has not suffered from the voyage." To say that this took Lois by surprise would be an understatement, besides Lois felt extremely well if a mite tired and this she proceeded to tell her fussy fiancee. "I'm fine, really and, as I recall, you assured me back on Earth that the journey and life on Krypton would cause me no harm. Isn't it a little late to start worrying?" And she tossed the uncomfortable Kal an accusing glare. "If I may answer your question, Lady Lois," Tamar stepped into the breach. "Kal is in some respects correct but the gravitational pressure on Krypton is stronger than that of Earth and without a little medical help it might cause you some discomfort. In time your body will adjust but that does not mean that science cannot help you along the way. And to proscribe an accurate dosage of the drug I must first carry out a medical examination." Lois also remembered that Kal had mentioned medication but she was too alarmed to be rational. "Drug, what sort of drug?!" The physician hid his astonishment well. Normally grand ladies did not ask so many questions. Still this child was a stranger, it was only natural for her to be cautious. "Strengthening ones," he informed his patient, but he could see that she would not be so easily put off. "They're something of the same nature as anabolic steroids, sometimes used by athletes on Earth to enhance their power and performance. However, we have removed all the nasty side effects and this medication on Krypton is given to patients to help the body fight off many crippling diseases. It is a tried and tested drug, but as you will be the first Earthling to receive it, your condition must be carefully monitored. I would be remiss in my duty was I not to do so." Allowing herself to be assuaged, Lois continued her cross-questioning more kindly. "Are there any other surprises awaiting me health wise that I should know about?" "Well, there is the question of the red sun........" "Kal-El explained that one; sunblock should do the trick." "Trick, milady?! If you mean that it will keep you safe, then yes." Lois crossed to the windows and gazed out at the darkening sky. "But sunburn doesn't seem to be a problem for now," she smiled. "What else?!" Caught off guard by her quick demand, Tamar stammered. "Bl...... blood, Lady Lois. I need a sample of your blood." Now they were getting to the point and Lois was none too pleased. She and Kal-El weren't married yet and already these Kryptonians were concerned with the welfare of their precious heir. "Children, right?! The serum for the children?!" Lois asked plainly aggrieved. "Oh no, Lois!" In his haste to lessen her distress Tamar had forgotten her title. "A serum cannot be produced until the antibodies appear in your blood stream and that won't occur until after you've given birth to your first child. All that is way in the future and you mustn't concern yourself with such problems now. No, the blood sample is to enable us to clone your own blood, in case in an emergency you need a transfusion. Hopefully, it will never be needed but we store a blood sample of everyone on the planet in case of accidents." Lois was reminded of Kal's words before they disembarked about many things being grown in test tubes, but who would have thought of manufacturing blood? Still, it did do away with the sometimes unsatisfactory donor system. I wonder what else they cloned? Presently, though, this man deserved an apology. She had jumped entirely to the wrong conclusion and the recipient of her rudeness had only been concerned for her well being. But that still didn't mean that she was comfortable with taking an examination. She disliked going to doctors and resisted visits whenever she could. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." Her smile to Tamar was genuine. "I suppose that I'm more tired than I thought. Perhaps we could do this some other time?" "Lois," Kal's voice warned. "Tamar is a busy doctor and he has come here specifically at my request. And I think that the sooner you start taking the medication the less Krypton's gravity will affect you. It really is in your best interests." Realising that she was being unreasonably churlish, Lois capitulated. "OK, where do we have to go?" "We don't have to go anywhere, Lois." Kal informed with a pleased grin. "All the big houses have their own med-centres." "And this is a particularly well equipped one too," Tamar added. "Which isn't surprising since it's owned by one of Krypton's eminent research scientists." Jor-El blushed self consciously at this unexpected compliment while Lois stored away this further piece of information on her new kin. She rose reluctantly to her feet. She'd agreed to this exam but she still had reservations. Assistance came from an unexpected quarter. "Lois, would it help if I accompanied you? I don't appreciate being poked and prodded myself, so if you would like some morale support I'd be happy to oblige." At last a point of contact with the standoffish female. "Thank you, Lady Lara, I will accept your offer." Other than the fact that Lois disliked examinations in general, she was also ill at ease about giving this stranger the right to study her body. Somehow the knowledge that Lara would be close at hand was soothing. "Please call me Lara." The Lady of El's voice was warmer than previously. " You are family and there is no need for titles between us." ***** Surprisingly, the dreaded examination was painless. Kryptonian medical science was advanced to such a degree that all Lois' vital signs were noted by a hand-held scanner and even the blood letting was executed with swift efficiency. Using the computing facilities in the medical lab, Tamar quickly calculated the correct dosage for Lois' medication and injected her with a high-velocity pressure gun which she was informed blasted the drug into her system. Delivered in this way the drug would immediately work to strengthen her metabolism against the debilitating consequences of the planet's gravity. The doctor also taught her how to operate the simple gun and whenever she felt confident Lois could take over the administration of the drug. The question of how long Lois might need this medication could not at this time be answered but in Tamar's estimation it should not be overlong. ***** The patient and her party returned to find that the evening meal was ready to be served in the dinning room and the two women joined the other members of the family and guest as everyone took their places around the long table. Lois was glad to see that Lieutenants Ching and Poli had also joined them for dinner, two more friendly faces did not go amiss. As expected Jor and Lara sat at opposite ends of the table, but Lois was thankful that while Kal sat at his father's right hand she had been placed opposite him on Jor's left. Zara was next to her brother and Ching followed, with Physician Tamar next to Lois and Poli across from Ching. The seating arrangement seemed perfectly balanced yet being highly observant, Lois noted that Zara blushed rosily when the two servicemen slid into their places at the table. Perhaps teenage Kryptonian females were no less impressionable than their counterparts on Earth when confronted by two handsome males? The early talk around the dinner table proved to be lighthearted and convivial but towards the end of the meal the little doctor became strikingly ill at ease. Apparently something was causing him some mortification and his discomposure began with Poli's enquiry into the whereabouts of Lord Rol-Fre, Zara's intended. In this instance, Lois was not in ignorance of the engagement. She was even aware that this young man's wayward behaviour exasperated his future brother-in-law and leader. Meanwhile Zara was answering the question. "Lord Rol-Fre is visiting his great-grandfather who sadly is very ill and might be dying." "Hmph," Tamar attempted to clear his throat as his face flushed brick red, embarrassed by the revelation he was about to make. "I'm afraid that's not so. Oh, the old lord is on his death bed, or so I've been told, but Lord Rol-Fre is not in attendance, a circumstance much regretted by his poor parents. On my way here from visiting a patient, I cut through that particularly seedy part of the city. Why do we need such a district?" The somewhat genteel doctor asked dejectedly. "Shouldn't we be above such practices? But I digress, I witnessed the young gentleman with some of his like-minded friends coming out of a.... pleasure palace." From Tamar's disapproving expression Lois needed no translation of what a pleasure palace might be but she was surprised to hear such a venue mentioned at this high class table. "You mean falling out of the place," Kal remarked in scathing tones. "No doubt Rol is celebrating his inheritance prematurely." "Kal! That is no way to speak of your future brother." Lara scolded. "I only speak the truth, Mother. Rol-Fre is an empty-headed carouser. And I'm only amazed, after our tragic experience with Keira, that you and Father have not broken the betrothal." "That's impossible! His family would be humiliated and a slur would be cast on the name of an ancient house." Jor-El announced in horror. "The only slur that would be cast would be on Rol-Fre's character." Kal retorted. "Exactly!! And the House of Fre and their allies would be pressed into the opposing camp. That would hardly be a politic move, my son, and frankly I had thought you better taught than to suggest such a thing." "Perhaps I believe that my sister's happiness is more important than a political alliance." Kal's stubborn streak was surfacing. So too were his mother's anxieties. "Kal, you cannot mean that. Is this irresponsible behaviour the result of associating with an Earth woman?" Lara blurted out without her usual carefulness. "Mother!!" The look directed at Lara was as icy as the winter winds that blew over the Kryptonian landscape. "For your information, I have long considered Rol-Fre to be an unacceptable husband for Zara and I needed no prompting from Lois to arrive at that conclusion." "Besides, never having met the man, I would hardly make such a judgement on hearsay." Lois added, aggrieved to be blamed for something for which she was not liable. Those sitting round the table looked perplexed and gazed in every other direction than at the stranger amongst them. Finally Lara spoke up. "I'm aware that might be how matters proceed on Earth, Lois, but here on Krypton it is not a woman's place to make important judgements." How quickly had the conversation degenerated into this unpleasant reminder of Lois' place in her new home but Kal was not prepared to abandon his fiancee. "Nevertheless, Mother, I do value Lois' opinion and don't pretend that you have never sought to influence Father's decisions because I know better." Actually, Kal was being conciliatory here. Within the privacy of their home his strong-willed mother often overruled her mild-mannered spouse. "But to return to the point in question, I do not approve of Zara marrying another such as Rad-Nor." "Oh no, Kal. Rol is not so bad." Zara interjected, more anxious to finish with this disquieting subject than to defend her unruly betrothed. "Capricious perhaps, a little selfish too but there's no badness in him, I swear. I'm determined to do my duty." "Good! Then there's an end to it." Jor-El quickly interposed before Kal could continue the altercation and lead his family and guests back to less dangerous topics. The earlier bonhomie, however, had disappeared and dinner soon ended with Tamar taking his leave and the others rather stiffly bidding each other goodnight and taking themselves to bed. ***** Amazingly, the chatelaine of Ro-Ellion insisted on escorting her son's affianced bride to her bedchamber. Kal hovered protectively close to his Lois but was shooed away by his high-handed parent at the door to the apartment. Passing slowly down the passageway to his own quarters, he reflected that his love was well able to hold her own in a battle of wills with his mother yet he had hoped that the matter of Lois' emancipated past would not have risen quite so soon and that she would have found an ally in the much respected Lady of El. He resolved to have a discussion with Lara on this subject at the earliest opportunity. Inside Lois' chamber Kal would have been surprisingly pleased by the tete-a-tete which was in progress. As the older woman closed the door on her troubled offspring she turned towards the Earth girl and immediately offered a flag of truce. "Forgive me, Lois, for allowing a mother's anxiety to lead me into rudeness. I'm well aware that a female's role on Earth is somewhat more equal to that of their menfolk than here on Krypton. I have often viewed your home world with, I must confess, a certain amount of envy." Lois, while not willing to relinquish her righteous pique totally, answered with good grace. "Well, the situation back home isn't quite as equal as it might seem. Some bastions of male dominance still survive, but we females keep chipping away," and here she punched the air for emphasis. "Someday soon we'll have total autonomy." "And, believe me, I wish them well." Lara crossed to a comfortable chair by a blazing fire which warmed the room and gave off a comforting glow. Seating herself, she invited Lois to take the chair opposite. "I also am aware that Kal-El has a similar scheme in mind for Krypton and, while I support both your ideals, I must strongly advise caution. Kryptonian male bastions might prove more impregnable than those on your world and, with the balance of power being in a rather volatile state, I would beg you to go carefully. Both you and Kal must be cautious not to push those neutral lords into the opposing camp." Intrigued by another view of current affairs, Lois forgot totally her displeasure with her future in-law and accepting Lara's offer to sit, she perched on the edge of the seat and questioned eagerly. "Are things so very bad with regards to Rad-Nor?" A knowing smile spread over Lara's face. "I see my son has already taken you into his confidence and that's good...... very good. Sometimes a wife is one's most trustworthy confidant." It was evident that the older woman was relaxing into this conversation as she settled herself deeper into the cushions of her chair. Her voice when she continued took on a conspiratorial pitch. "Sometimes I have thought that Zor's life would be so much easier if Rochelle was more conscious of the problems he faces as First Lord. Much as though I care for my good sister, I have to admit to a certain lack of strength of character in Rochelle. It may please you to learn that I have no such thoughts of you." Lois was dumbfounded by this turn of events. Only a short time ago she had assumed sadly that she would encounter fierce opposition from Kal's mother while now she was starting to regard Lara as a future confederate. "As for the current situation regarding my abominable son-in-law; Rad-Nor is using his attachment with our family coupled with his own ancient claim to royal blood to give himself airs far above his station. For the moment, thankfully, it is no more than that. It's my belief that he is yet unsure of his support but he is seeking to increase his power base. Then too Kal-El is a very unassuming, popular young man which ironically might prove to be a problem." "Popularity would not be considered a problem on Earth." A dubious Lois stated in defence of her fiancé. "Not if one was seeking