The Smurf Of Solomon (story)/Part 5

At the end of the day, Smurfette retired to her character's bedroom. She never thought that a day of playing along in the role she was given would make her feel tired. However, before she could go to sleep, Salome's sister Eden came in.

"Shouldn't you be asleep along with your brothers, little sister?" Smurfette asked.

"Who can sleep when I'm too busy smurfing of who you're going to marry," Eden said, sounding excited. "So did you smurf your beloved today? And what was he like?"

"Yes, I have smurfed him when I was smurfing the flocks out into the fields today," Smurfette answered. "His head is like the finest gold. His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and set in a frame. His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like grown herbs. His lips are like lilies, dripping flowing myrrh."

"Really that handsome?" Eden said, sounding curious. Smurfette nodded. "His hands are like folds of gold filled with precious stones. His torso is smooth as ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet. Yes, he is altogether lovely."

"Oooh, you've got to smurf me this beloved of yours when you have the chance," Eden said, sounding all excited.

"If only I knew where he lives," Smurfette said. "All I know is that my beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies."

"He's got a garden?" Eden asked. "Sounds like someplace I would want to smurf in. Can you smurf me with you when you smurf your beloved? I'd like to help you find him."

Smurfette looked at Eden in the same way that she looked at Sassette whenever there was something private they wanted to share with each other. "I'll see what I can smurf, sister, which is all I can promise you. In the meantime, you should smurf off to bed before Papa finds out you're not in it."

"Have smurfy dreams of your beloved, big sister," Eden said as she gave Smurfette a hug before she left the bedroom.

And afterward, Smurfette blew out the candle and fell asleep on her bed, wondering where she was going to see her beloved next. Before long, though, she heard a voice calling out her actual name, which sounded like the voice of her beloved calling out to her.

She opened her eyes and saw that her bedroom was replaced by a banqueting table filled with all sorts of delicacies, and sitting there at the head of the table was her beloved, dressed in kingly robes.

"Come, enjoy yourself and relax," he spoke to her. "There is nothing for you to fear."

"But who are you?" Smurfette asked. "Are you King Solomon?"

"I am the lover of your soul, and I have been calling you to me," her beloved said.

"But why? Who am I that you should be calling out to me?" Smurfette asked.

"You are the Shulamite, a beautiful woman in whom there is no defect," her beloved said.

"But I don't feel so perfect," Smurfette said. "I feel so dark and shameful of myself, like I don't belong in your presence."

"You do not need to feel that, my dear," her beloved said. "Come and dine with me, because I want to make you feel loved in a way that you have never been loved before."

"But what about Empath?" Smurfette asked.

"I will not take you away from him," her beloved said. "He is also looking for you."