Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
They were naked save a white linen band girding the loins and tied
tightly in front. Their long, loose hair quivered with motion as they
sped around the ring nerved to the highest tension by the shouts of the
multitude.
Suddenly the whole city seemed to wake into noisy, turbulent expectancy.
A heavy br-r-r of kettle-drums, a sharp click of castanets, a blare of
trumpets, and the higher notes of flutes and fifes announced the
approach of Kerœcia and her guests.
With heads bent, the runners pulled themselves together for a final
effort. It was a point of honor to reach the entrance as Kerœcia arrived
there. The multitude understood this, and cheered lustily as the men
ranged themselves in even rows, four on each side, at the exact instant
that Kerœcia reached the threshold. She had time to throw a badge to
each one, before they sank into the arms of attendants breathless and
completely exhausted.
The “Hymn of Triumph” was caught up by the crowd and carried high above
the combined efforts of the musicians, as the populace worked their
forefingers over their lips, and followed the melody with all of the
lung-power possible.
Kerœcia was attended by Ben Hu Barabe and his bride, Alcyesta, on one
side, with Suravia and Mineola on the other, followed by Yermah,
attended by Setos and Alcamayn on the right; Rahula and Ildiko on the
left.
Arriving at the pavilion, Kerœcia was received by the priesthood of
Anokia, who crowned her Queen of the Harvest, by placing a wreath of
heads of ripe grain upon her brow. They gave her a cornstalk, also,
which supported two ripe ears, the whole gayly decorated with ribbons.
As soon as Kerœcia received this emblem of plenty she waved it high over
her head, and the whole multitude uncovered, tossing their round,
pointed, conical hats high into the air and shouted: “Ho-ra! Ho-ra!
Ho-ra!”
The day was yet young, but the tamanes took advantage of the confusion
while seating the procession in the pavilion to unfurl the canopies
overhead, and the people made themselves comfortable under thick
tapa-cloth awnings.
On the ground directly in front of the pavilion, were squares of black
and white marble. Upon these the Monbas priests prepared to play the
game of “Stone-Warrior,” a quaint, allegorical Pilgrim’s Progress,
typical of the journey of life, one mile-post of which Kerœcia was
passing.
Bringing up the rear of the procession were four horsemen dressed in
green, with green trappings on their mounts; four tapirs caparisoned in
red; four war-chariots in yellow; and twelve foot-soldiers in black.
There were two Priests of the Bow, dressed in white. This company
divided—one half taking one end of the board, and the other half, the
other end. Six foot-soldiers stood on the black squares, three on each
side of the Priests of the Bow.
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