The Smurf Of Solomon (story)/Part 7

By morning, Salome's father has appeared at the guard house where Smurfette was being held in custody. He paid the fine for her release and brought with him a robe to cover his daughter with when she was released from her cell.

"You are really beginning to worry me, Salome," her father said. "I can only wonder what has smurfed you to go smurfing out in the middle of the night without your clothes on."

"I only thought I heard somebody smurfing to me, Papa," Smurfette said. "I didn't think he would just smurf up and leave me when I opened the door."

"It's possible that you were just hallucinating because you're nervous about the Smurfs you're going to meet tonight," Salome's father said.

"But none of what I smurfed was a hallucination, Papa," Smurfette said. "I smurf that I could see this person even in the marketplace. I feel so attracted to him that I want to smurf out and meet him."

"Perhaps then it could be an angel or a demon or something," Salome's father said. "All the same, I want you to be careful that you do not let yourself be smurfed astray. I don't want to have to smurf the worst that a father in Israel has to smurf to his beloved daughter."

"You mean...you would exile me from Israel?" Smurfette asked.

"It would be much worse, my child," Salome's father said. "The Lord has commanded that children that are constantly disobedient to their parents should be smurfed to death. The same punishment should also be smurfed unto daughters who would smurf the harlot in their father's house."

Smurfette gulped when she heard that. "Oh, please, Papa, I would never want to disobey you in anything, let alone smurf the harlot in your house."

"That's why your brothers are only smurfing out for you and your sister, Salome," her father said. "They may be younger than you, but they want to make sure that you're smurfed to the right Smurf without them having to smurf an issue of your purity. That is also my duty as your father, to keep you safe and protected for the day of your marriage."

"I understand, Papa," Smurfette said. "By the way, may I have your permission to go to the garden of nuts this afternoon when all my chores are done?"

"Normally I should have you smurf at home for the things you have smurfed," Salome's father said. "But somehow I feel smurfed to give you permission to do so, as long as you promise that you will return in preparation for the feast that we shall be smurfing tonight. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Papa, and thank you," Smurfette said as they approached their house together.