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 in the treasure-room of Iaqua, and it was not long before
Yermah had a temporary work-shop improvised in a corner where he had a
good light, but was screened from observation.
In addition to a copper wheel and the necessary tools, there was a
vessel filled with a carbonate of a brownish-green, opaque color, porous
like pumice, and as hard as a diamond, which he used for polishing and
cutting. An emery-wheel and a ewer of olive oil were also at hand.
The Dorado spent a portion of each day in this work-shop, and while
employed at his labors of love, he either hummed or whistled the
plaintive melody Kerœcia had sung for him.
The gold plates which Yermah had so dexterously contrived were put
together on the principle of a screen, in four sections, containing
three stones each, set solid. The first strip was of purple enamel, the
second gold, the third blue, the fourth red. At the four cardinal points
were squares of gold, with stone intaglios.
When folded, the east and west formed a clasp, which had a spring
concealed on the reverse side.
As soon as Kerœcia received the tablet of stones, she dispatched Ben Hu
Barabe and Alcyesta to Tlamco with a pair of golden eagles for Yermah.
These birds were carefully trained in falconry, and were highly prized
because of their sagacity, courage and skill. She also sent him the
filmy muslin square with its broken and tangled threads, just as he had
left it. With it went a diamond ring set with brilliants all the way
around. She obeyed the request accompanying the tablet, and did not open
it until the three days specified had elapsed, being careful, also, to
observe the exact time named.
It was Yermah’s first attempt at telepathy; but as Kerœcia turned the
key in the elaborately carved ivory box, she felt his thought
distinctly. She spoke and acted as if he were actually present.
A delicate odor of jasmine filled the room, and Kerœcia was so eager and
nervous that she fumbled clumsily with the neatly rolled maguey fiber,
thin and soft as a spider’s web, on which the accompanying message was
written.
“The book has two parts,” said Suravia, when Kerœcia uncovered a thick
gold wheel having depressed spokes and a hub which acted as an upright
standard. The representation was perfect, and on what corresponded to
the felloes were the blossom and leaf of the _siempra viva_ in an
elaborately chased design.
“How thoughtful and delicate!” exclaimed Kerœcia, as she recognized the
flower, and recalled the occasion of its choice.
“Press the spring in the clasp, and then my life is before thee as an
open book,” she read, looking at the three uppermost stones in the
closed tablet.
“This is the language of the genii!” she cried, “and has a pearl, an
amethyst, and a garnet.”
“Which means modesty, sincerity and constancy,” declared Mineola, who
was of the party.
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