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
“Let that be placed in the gold below the sapphire. The emerald pictures
the depth of the sea, and is the delight of its parent, the Light
Bringer. It shall be in the third place.”
“The first gem for the blue square is a topaz,” said Alcamayn, “which
rules the Lion, thy house of nativity.”
“This pale pink coral, with its delicate leaf-work, shall be its
companion. It is of our common country, and will out-tongue my feeble
words in its own behalf,” the Dorado continued.
“Here is a dewdrop laden with sunbeams,” said the little jeweler
enthusiastically, as he opened a square of maguey fiber, and disclosed a
first-water brilliant.
“Equilibrated love could have no better exponent,” assented Yermah,
sharing his enthusiasm. “The bow and dart are here at rest in the sign
Libra, where the Lord of Day begins his journey through the nether
world. This sparkling thing shall find rest beside the coral branch
fresh from the brine of Atlantis.”
“The scarlet block must have a fiery opal, and I have here an exquisite
finding, recently brought from the Toltec kingdom,” exclaimed the
jeweler.
“This shall typify the sting of the scorpion, which is the separation
forced upon us. Its changing hues shall be to her a sign that three
lunations more complete my exile, and then comes joyous union. Put this
in the first place, and with it a turquoise for the present time, when
all my thought is of thee,” he continued, unmindful of Alcamayn’s
presence. “The ruby mirrors my imprisoned soul, which awaits release
into the sunshine of thy love.”
Alcamayn was looking over a handful of garnets. Finally he found a
suitable one, and laid it at the top of the purple square.
“This shall be the opening page,” said Yermah; “and I will so cunningly
fashion it that Kerœcia shall go with renewed zest from one chapter to
another. When she has my whole life spread out before her, I shall
conceal the spring, so that she may not close it again. It will be to
her a pledge of constancy.”
“I like not this amethyst,” commented Alcamayn, “but we have no other
stone large enough.”
“The sign of the fishes is well represented by a pearl,” rejoined
Yermah. “Hast thou black and white gems sufficient in size?”
“Here is one of each, ovum-shaped and perfect. Thou canst fashion the
fishes of the amethyst and set the two pearls between.”
“A square of jasper gives promise of fulfillment. As the verdant earth
responds to the warming rays of the sun newly come out of the region of
cold and darkness, so man’s heart is warmed into life by love. Canst
thou make room for me among the lapidaries?” he asked, turning to
Alcamayn in direct appeal. “I desire to work with these materials
myself.”
“Wilt thou grant me leave to make thee comfortable here? Thou mayst
command me in all things,” said Alcamayn, proud of his knowledge of the
craft, and flattered because he had been consulted in a matter so
personal and delicate.
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