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
As Akaza and Alcamayn neared the entrance of the Observatory they met a
procession of Virgins of the Sun, coming from the Temple of Venus. It
was the duty of these virgins to replenish the sacred fires kept burning
continuously on the towers and in the temples throughout the city. A
crystal lens and a bit of cotton was used to focus the sun’s direct rays
and imprison its fires. Once ignited the flame was held sacred and
constantly fed, lest disaster should befall the entire tribe. On the
apex of the octagonal belfry was a twelve-sided urn filled with
charcoal, upon which, with proper ceremonies, four times in twenty-four
hours were placed sticks of copal and cedar. At midnight and at sunrise
this function was performed by a selected order of priesthood. At
mid-day and at sunset it was done by the vestals.
As the women advanced, Akaza and Alcamayn saluted—Akaza, by carrying his
open palms even with his forehead on each side; Alcamayn, by the sign of
submission. To emphasize his symbol of equality Akaza said:
“Thou shalt make me thy servant.”
“Thou shalt make us to go through fire and water for thee,” they
responded in unison, making the same obeisance as Alcamayn had done,
bending the knee and with a downward gesture of the right hand.
The jeweler was included in the comprehensive bow given in passing but
no further words were spoken. He did not attempt to conceal his respect
and admiration; the vestals were equally frank in their curiosity. They
had seen but few men so fastidious in dress, and there was a difference
between his general appearance and that of the men of Tlamco.
Passing through the gateway a confusing scene greeted the visitors. Here
two bands of warriors had been going through a quaint manual of arms in
a competitive drill and were about returning to quarters. Carrying
snake-headed batons, at the head of the column were the superior
officers who acted as judges. Behind them came the two ensign bearers,
one flaunting a triangular-shaped banner of embroidered satin, depicting
a white heron on a rock. It was suspended from a gold bar, supported by
a burnished bronze standard, finished with a cluster of
brilliant-colored plumes.
The other emblem was a white satin square, showing a golden eagle with
outstretched wings ornamented with silver-set emeralds. The pole was
gilded, and tufted at the top with curled white horsehair, out of which
protruded a flaring crest of peacock feathers.
Back of each standard bearer marched the trumpeter and drummer of the
regiment. A blast from the trumpet, and a movement of the banners guided
the companies, while general orders were signaled by the gold-knobbed
baton.
The modern drum-major is not the only man knowing how to twirl an
ornamental baton, as he casts side-long glances at his own moving
shadow, nor is his high-stepping more admired to-day than it was of old.
Vanity often changes the details, but seldom the actual methods of
self-gratification.
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