Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race — John Shaqi
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
Yermah, alone, was accountable to the Grand Council of Atlantis, while
Akaza was the only representative of the hierarchy. He led the white
magicians out of Atlantis when black magic gained supremacy, twenty
years prior, and had only returned in time to accompany Yermah on his
tour of inspection through the outlying colonies.
Conforming to the general outline of the temple enclosure, but on a
lower eminence, was a twelve-sided plaza which was the marketplace of
Tlamco. Every street and avenue converged upon it, and it was always
alive with men, women and children on traffic bent. In deep porticos
facing the outer circle, were booths and bazaars where everything
required by the population was for barter and exchange. Like the Temple
of the Sun in the center, this beehive of industry had an outside circle
describing the orbit of Mars, typical of the curious warfare which trade
was to wage in later times, between man’s temporal and spiritual
welfare.
Long lines of white and black horsehair reatas were carried to the top
of the truncated spire on the temple, and made fast to the base of a
colossal figure of Hercules, which was of madrono wood—indigenous to
this locality. The wood is as hard as metal, and the statue was
completely covered with fish-scales and feathered plates of solid silver
so neatly put together as to appear like a casting. The face and other
fleshy parts were treated to a liberal coating of oil and copal, giving
them a smooth and metallic appearance.
The other end of the hair rope was fastened to one of the inner
obelisks. These were novel bulletin boards; for each day’s transaction
in the market was heralded by the appearance of many small colored flags
flying above the particular section in active trade, or to announce the
arrival of fresh supplies.
Akaza lived on Round Top, in the Temple of Neptune. The monastery, which
was occupied by the highest order of initiates, was surrounded by high
white walls. The temple itself was square, four stories high, and had
entrances facing the cardinal points. Here were tall trees and deep
solitude, away from the bustle and turmoil of traffic.
Akaza stepped into the Council Chamber on his way to the monastery after
his visit to Yermah. Alcamayn, the jeweler, was presiding, and Setos,
the heap of flesh, was urging the necessity for sending a deputation of
merchants into the territory of the Mazamas, which extends from the
Sierra Nevada and Coast Ranges of mountains on the southeast, to the
confines of Behring Sea on the north and west. Mazamas signified
mountain climbers and was not the name of a nation, race or tribe.
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