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
Immediately the familiar strains of the harvest dances were heard, and
the people began to clap their hands in accompaniment. From the four
cardinal points a line of dancers was forming, composed of young girls
dressed as fairies. The sylphs came from the east, dressed in sheer
white, made short and very full, with graduated spangles of gold coming
out like a sunburst from the gold band at the waist. Orange and jasmine
blossoms wreathed their heads. They danced quickly up to the pole in the
center, and took the yellow streamer hanging from the immense flower
parasol suspended over the top. Joining hands, they waited for their
companions.
Next came the salamanders, in parti-colored dresses of flame-red and
black, so thickly spangled with mica that in the flaring light they
looked as if sparks had been showered over them. Their long black hair
was full of diamond powder, and they had red roses and carnations on
their heads. The same dainty steps, with the hems of their stiff skirts
in their fingers, brought them to the center where they secured a red
streamer.
Then came the undines, the water-sprites, dressed in Nile-green gauze
liberally trimmed with silver, while their girdles were of silver
filigree, shaped like serpents. Their fluffy white hair was crowned with
lemon and citron blooms, and agraffes of silver were also worn. They
came from the west, and selected a white streamer.
From the north came queer little hunchbacked creatures, wearing conical
caps which terminated in sharp points. These gnomes sparkled with
mineral wealth, in jeweled bodices and caps, while their skirts were
earth-colored gauze, brightened by iridescent sequins and embroideries.
These dancers picked up the remaining black streamer.
Slowly the columns began to circle around the pole, going faster and
faster until the streamers were wound around it, and as often reversing
the process. Forming a square, they began a basket weave, during which
time little children ran forth and back to represent the shuttle.
With a grand apotheosis of the seasons, during which each group danced
separately, and, finally, all together, they bowed, threw kisses to
Kerœcia, and ran off the platform.
A few minutes afterward, each square of marble was occupied by a young
woman dressed as a priestess, in long, voluminous robes of pale pink,
lavender, blue, and white, with double and single key patterns marked
out in black. The necks, the bottoms of the skirts, and the edges of the
sleeves were so ornamented. Gold bands coiled around the back part of
the head and held the long hair in place. Sandals, having pointed toes
curling well up over the foot, and laced together with gold cords,
completed their costumes.
The dancers were placed so as to form a representation like the maze of
Dædalus, and each whirled separately and at such a rate as to confuse
the beholder.
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