And he made chains,
mangoes and pome-
banana trees . . .
Also he made a molten
as in the oracle, and put
them on the heads of the
pillars; and made a 100
pomegranates, and put
them on the chains.
granates, pomegranates
and guavas and papaws
sea... and the brim was
like the work on the
brim of a cup, with...
lilies; and it received
and held 3000 baths.
An enraged Safara cries as she runs. Her father has
chosen her future husband, a neighboring king. "You
only want the sheep he'll trade for me." She hears
bleating, envisions her body strapped over a ram's
back, her black hair dragging the dirt. She runs
toward her secret place, a fern-lined waterfall. Her
pet monkey follows, swinging on vines. She'd found
him with a leopard hunched over his body, a hind
leg in his mouth. Her father had frightened the
cat, soothed her, and severed the mangled foot.
The monkey is still handsome: russet rump, shiny
black coat, white underside extending to his fore-
head, caressing his cheeks in sensitive spots. He
fidgets and chatters. Safara frowns at the dis-
turbed water. It clears as she removes her amber
necklace, her green wrapped dress. She dives. |