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
The populace ran alongside, singing bridal songs and shouting good
wishes into her ears. Little cakes, nuts, and bouquets were thrown from
the chariot as souvenirs, while the blare of trumpets added to the
general noise and confusion.
All the notables of Tlamco were assembled at Iaqua to welcome the bride.
A very timid, frightened little morsel of humanity she was, as Orondo
carried her into the house.
She had intended to make a great show of resistance when he attempted to
remove her veil; but she was so dazed that she lost all presence of
mind, and actually helped him.
With grave sweet tenderness, Orondo freed her from entanglement, and led
her in triumph to the dais prepared for them, where for the next two
hours they received congratulations.
When divested of their mantles, the bride and groom led the dancing, and
with it Ildiko’s spirits rose. It was her privilege to challenge any
swain in the company, and he was obliged to follow her through the maze
of whirling dancers until he should succeed in capturing the illusive
veil she occasionally tossed at him.
As soon as the formal change was danced with Orondo, she threw the veil
over Alcamayn’s shoulder. He was a splendid dancer, and she knew that he
would give her ample opportunity to display her own skill.
Round and round they went—he in hot pursuit, she alert to provoke and
yet escape him.
At last, panting with exertion, she suffered him to touch the gauze, and
then the dancers rushed away to get something to drink and to recover
their breath.
No precaution was taken to prevent over-indulgence in the use of the
liquids, because it was considered a crime punishable with death if any
one came to harm through excess of this kind.
The high-priest, Imos, first proposed and drank the health of the bride
and groom. Then came Hanabusa, who did the same for the navy; Setos
performed a similar office for the civil authorities; Ben Hu Barabe, for
the lost and loved ones; Cezardis, for the stranger within the gates;
after which friends of each saluted and offered a libation to their
future.
Abstemious by nature, Orondo did little more than touch the various
liquors with his lips, but Ildiko quenched thirst freely, and soon the
heat and excitement began to tell on her.
* * * * *
Nothing escaped the eagle eye of Alcamayn.
Ildiko had sought to appease him by a show of preference in selecting
him to dance, but he resented it as a mean attempt on her part to parade
his humiliation. Before coming into the ballroom, he had taken a copious
drink of hemp and opium, and had purposely selected the wine of maguey
(mescal) for his toast.
Now this fiery liquid mounted to his infuriated brain, and he was
positive that every one in the room was thinking how badly he had been
treated, and secretly deriding him for not seeking revenge.—Revenge!
That was it! But he had come prepared.
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