"So be it," answered King Solomon, gazing thoughtfully round and raising his magic scepter.
Immediately he heard what no one else did, the faint buzzing of the tiny wings of the little bee which had settled on one of the window panes of the Palace.
"Bid that window be opened," he commanded, pointing to it with his scepter, "and let the bee enter to obey my wish."
The window was promptly opened, and in flew the little bee. Straight towards the Queen of Sheba it flew, and now its buzzing could be heard by all the courtiers, who eagerly watched its flight through the air. Without any hesitation, it settled on the bouquet in the Queen's left hand.
"Thou hast my answer, fair Queen of Sheba," said King Solomon, rising, "given to thee by one of the tiniest of my subjects. It has settled on the flowers that are natural. The bouquet in your right hand is made by human hands."
The whole Court applauded the monarch's wisdom in bidding the little bee help him out of his difficulty.
"Your Majesty is indeed the wisest man on earth," said the Queen.
"Thanks, my little friend," said the King to the bee, and it flew away, buzzing merrily.