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
Rahula, the fish-goddess, speculated on her way home as to how much
Ildiko really knew of the reasons which impelled her father to leave
Atlantis. She shrewdly guessed that his presence in the camp of the
white magicians was a matter of expediency rather than conviction, but
valued her position as companion and confidante of Ildiko too highly to
jeopardize it by an injudicious question.
Rahula was content to let matters shape themselves. Her ambitions found
satisfaction in the encouragement Ildiko gave Alcamayn. She was a born
matchmaker and intrigante and knew that Ildiko was the apple of her
father’s eye despite his petulancy and parsimony. Setos was a man of
ardent love-nature whose affections had not all been buried with his
wife. Rahula’s gray hair and parchment skin did not let all hope die
within her.
CHAPTER THREE
THE VIRGINS OF THE SUN AND THE VOICE OF TLAMCO
Alcamayn, the fop, and Akaza, “the old man of the band,” as he was
familiarly spoken of by all classes, presented a striking contrast as
they walked toward the Observatory, which was enclosed in a circular
wall and dedicated to Jupiter.
Akaza, tall, spare and sinewy wore a cloak of brocade in varying shades
of green shot with silver discs. It was fastened to a shoulder
collarette, set with pearls imbedded in hollow glass beads containing
mercury. His breastplate of bronze had a gold and silver inlay, while
his long, thin white hair fell over his shoulders and the crown of his
head was tonsured in honor of the sun. Fastened by the cord at his waist
was a cluster of narcissus and lilies. He carried a green jade tao,
surmounted by an eagle, in his right hand, showing that he commanded in
the name of science instead of war.
Alcamayn was small, round-shouldered, hooknosed and bushy of eye-brow.
His small beady eyes had a shifty downward glance as if he were intent
on examining the ground at his companion’s side. He had been a sufferer
from small-pox and he was extremely sensitive concerning his facial
disfigurement.
Unable to submit to the control of others, he was a swaggerer, a
braggart, and very resentful. Every little slight irritated him and he
was given to brooding over his wrongs. When he had magnified the
promptings of wounded vanity and selfishness into a veritable mountain,
he struck back and at the most unexpected time.
As an off-set to these disabilities, he had sterling honesty, unswerving
loyalty to Akaza and Yermah, and he was the most skillful artificer in
metals and precious stones in all Tlamco. He was inventive and original,
having added many fine pieces to the collection of beautiful vessels in
the temples and at Iaqua. He had all the instincts of a gambler and on
more than one occasion came dangerously near indulging in the forbidden
prank of drinking too much.
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