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
“Rise in thy majesty, bearer of the victorious palm! Go forth and renew
thy triumphs, until the sun comes again to strengthen thy lion heart.
Peace be with thee!”
“Hear me, O Priestess! Grant thy servant leave to encircle thy slender
fingers with a set of rings made for thee, having the virtues of the
planets and sent with the blessings of the people of Tlamco,” entreated
Yermah, kneeling.
“Thy wishes and those of thy people are law unto me,” responded Kerœcia,
giving him her hand.
Alcamayn presented him with a cushion of purple silk on which lay the
seven rings.
“A sapphire set in gold, worn on the first finger, brings the blessing
of the sun,” said the Dorado, slipping the ring on her finger. “Beside
it I place a bloodstone set in tin, to enlist Jupiter in thy welfare;
the cautious guardianship of Saturn is in the turquoise and lead, with
which I encircle thy middle finger; Venus, the goddess of love, governs
the third finger, and for an amulet demands an amethyst set in copper;
the moon inclines the heart of thy people toward thee, and will bless
thee with children, if a diamond in silver setting is also placed on
this finger.”
Yermah lingered a moment over his task, and looked up at Kerœcia for
approval.
“This curiously wrought band contains a magnet, and is intended for the
little finger, the throne of Mercury, the wise one, who stands as an
outer sentinel to guard and strengthen love,” he continued.
“The seat of will-power is in the thumb. Let this serpent of iron with
an emerald eye bring to thee the warrior spirit of the planet Mars,
subdued and sweetened by the quality of Venus. May the All-Seeing Eye
supply thy inner vision, and may every craving of thy heart be
satisfied.”
“Then must thou express the gratitude oppressing me, when next thy voice
is heard in the Llama city,” replied Kerœcia, as she motioned Yermah to
rise.
Wreaths of bay-tree, of laurel in berry (whence the term baccalaureate
comes when it is given to young physicians), olive, myrtle, and
nasturtium vines were bestowed and proudly worn by men who had contested
for them earlier in the day. To the less successful, were given ribbons
of red, blue, and green.
The whole scene was animated and brilliant. The gayly dressed throng
pushed and elbowed one another, paying little or no attention to the
award of prizes, in their desire to see and to be seen.
The dances were about to begin, and there was a bevy of pretty girls
ready to do their share. Up the steps of the pavilion, dancing on their
way, came boys dressed as birds and butterflies, in garments of blue,
green, and yellow plumes. They ascended into the artificial trees,
moving from branch to branch, pretending to sip dew from the flowers.
Then came the special guests, who were garbed like gods, having
blow-guns in their hands, with which they feigned to shoot the birds.
Kerœcia invited the visitors into her bower, and gave them a mixture of
rose-leaves and tobacco to smoke.
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