The Goddess of Atvatabar: Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of AtvatabarBradshaw, William Richard
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The Goddess of Atvatabar: Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of Atvatabar
Bradshaw, William Richard
Science fiction
The blue-black hair of the high priestess fell around her olive face
and shoulders like a cloud of darkness. She wore a robe of coral-red
silken gossamer, that with its foldings shivered like quicksilver,
revealing a figure of olive marble beneath. Her shoulders, arms and
breasts, soft and heavy in mould, were dimly seen beneath their coral
veil. Her profile was perfect. Her eyes were jewels of swart fire. Her
eyebrows made perfect arches above them, enhancing the beauty of her
face. Her mouth was fine and tender, and her lips red with kisses. The
high priest, whose noble features were olive-green in hue, wore a
splendid opaque silk burnous of camellia-red, of heavier texture than
that of the priestess. He wore boots of scarlet lacquered leather.
Both wore diadems of kragon, the precious stone.
A stone altar curiously carved, on which stood a green bronze turtle
of large size, occupied one side of the front of the pavement. The
turtle held its head stretched upward, and through its open mouth a
thin stream of blue smoke ascended. On the wide flat back of the
turtle lay an open volume, the sacred book of Egyplosis.
The priest and priestess stood beside the altar, each reading an
alternate stanza from the ritual of the goddess. While reading, the
priests with loud voice followed the intoning of the high priest, and
the priestesses that of the high priestess, as follows:
THE RITUAL OF HOPELESS LOVE.
PRIESTS.
Harikar is the supreme soul, and the goddess Lyone his
supreme incarnation. Equally free from asceticism and
indulgence, she treads the golden path.
PRIESTESSES.
Let us joyfully obey our adorable goddess, who commands us
in all manner of spiritual joys; let us follow her glorious
example, preserving purity of heart and life.
PRIESTS.
Let us adore a cupid agonized, worshipping the goddess of
hopeless, tender, romantic love. Let us, with our
counterparts, the most lovely of maidens, become twin-souls
for evermore.
PRIESTESSES.
Let us love the shapely and active youths, the young men of
soul and intellect, likewise those of courage and daring,
whose hearts and minds are in complete unity.
PRIESTS.
Let us add splendor of body to greatness of soul. May we
excel in the chase, the dance and the race. Let us drink
ambrosial wine, and eat the juiciest of meats, and clothe
ourselves with the finest and strongest of tissues.
[Illustration: THE PRIEST AND PRIESTESS STOOD BESIDE THE ALTAR, EACH
READING AN ALTERNATE STANZA FROM THE RITUAL OF THE GODDESS.]
PRIESTESSES.
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