The Smurf Of Solomon (story)/Part 2

The following day, Smurfette is out with Vanity working on the community beds, planting new flowers to replace old ones. While she was doing that, she found herself hearing verses she read from Tapper's holy book being spoken in her head:


 * How beautiful is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, and the scent of your ointments than all spices!
 * Your lips, O my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
 * A bolted enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse; a spring locked up, a fountain sealed.
 * Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, fragrant henna with spikenard,
 * spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief balsam;
 * a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south!" Smurfette said. "Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its excellent fruits."

"Smurfette, who are you smurfing to?" Vanity asked, noticing how distracted Smurfette appeared.

"Oh, nobody in particular, Vanity," Smurfette answered. "Just some character that I smurfed from a book."

"This wouldn't happen to be Don Smurfo again now, wouldn't it?" Vanity asked, sounding curious.

"Oh no, Vanity...this character is much different," Smurfette said. "He's so radiant and ruddy, that he stands out among the ten thousand."

"Then I would have to say that it's Prince Theodore, whom you have smurfed as a frog a few years ago," Vanity said.

"He is a king, I can smurf you that," Smurfette said. "He smurfs on a bed, with sixty Smurfs surrounding him, the best Smurfs of Israel. He smurfs out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, like the smoke of sacrifices of myrrh and frankincense, of all the fragrant powders of the merchant."

"This king smurfs too good to be true, Smurfette," Vanity said. "Do you think you will even meet him?"

"Oh, I just hope so, Vanity," Smurfette said, finding herself swooning. "He thinks that I am as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners!"

Vanity pondered for a moment. "Well, I have no idea what any of that means, but I hope Empath doesn't become jealous because you have smurfed somebody else more fascinating than him."

Smurfette paid no attention to anything else Vanity had said about this character she read about or anything else. She felt like she wanted to meet this king who has attracted her attention and called her to himself.