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
Orondo made similar supplication at the same hour in the Temple of Mars.
Though not a demonstrative man, he was careful to observe all the
niceties of his position.
When with Ildiko, his countenance bespoke contentment; and at some of
her witty sallies his face would light up with a rare smile. She was all
bustle and excitement, and made heavy demands upon her bridesman,
Yermah.
Ildiko was neither resentful nor sensitive. When the Dorado took her
hand, and begged forgiveness because of his seeming disloyalty, her
sympathies went out to him, and she impulsively told him that she
honored his choice. She loved Kerœcia too, she said, and hoped that this
mutual affection would prove a strong bond between them.
Setos was in his glory. He strutted about the city officiously, and
assumed a dictatorial manner, in the Council Chambers, which was
tolerated in a good-natured way. Setos was also allowed to indulge
himself in several flights of fancy not strictly in accordance with
facts.
With his thumbs in his arm-holes and his conical hat set well back on
his head, he unbosomed himself to Rahula, whose adroit flattery now fell
upon very willing ears.
He was paternal and patronizing to Alcamayn, who was galled almost
beyond endurance by what he fancied were the pitying glances of his
fellows.
Alcamayn angrily told himself that he was not in love with Ildiko; but
he was keenly sensible of the fact that a bachelor was not only taxed—he
was looked down upon.
The jeweler knew that there was no chance for promotion so long as he
remained single; but his own vanity and Rahula’s insidious teaching made
him hold himself entirely aloof from alliance with any but a
pure-blooded Atlantian.
His share in the preparations was wholly perfunctory, a situation not
lost upon Orondo, whose delicacy deterred him from seeking advice on the
nuptial ring and girdle.
Alcamayn himself was keenly alert on these very points. When he
purposely wandered in where the workmen were putting on the finishing
touches, he was so exasperated that he could with difficulty restrain
himself.
Day by day his irritation grew, fanned by injudicious remarks,
insinuations and exaggerated reports of Orondo’s devotion.
Divining something of this, Ildiko often inquired concerning him, and
sent many messages by Rahula. Now that she was having her own way, she
was very amiable to the other woman. Rahula’s sad face, and what Ildiko
imagined Alcamayn must suffer, added to her own high spirits. So it was
that shallow-brained, selfish Ildiko enjoyed being the center of
attraction, and accepted as justly her due the thousand and one
courtesies the time and situation showered upon her.
Not even a vague suspicion of her lover’s former attachment crossed her
mind.
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