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
Should enemies approach the port of entry, they would be in range of the
mangonel batteries at East Temple, Alamo Hill, and the Temple of Venus,
which also shielded the bonded warehouse and the main, or eastern,
avenue to the city. On the top of the hill, was another fortification,
guarding the approaches to the Observatory, which had a complete system
of defense in itself.
South of the Potrero Hill fort was a harbor for the balsas. It is now a
broad marsh intersected by Islais Creek. A curved canal separated two
fortified hills and turned west to within the radius of the Camp of
Mars. The waterway skirted the closely guarded fortification on Bernal
Heights.
From time immemorial Mars was not only considered the god of war but the
guardian of sailors as well.
On the west side of the camp, a road ran south, parallel with what is
now Valencia Street direct to the port of entry. This was the only
approach from the south, and was well protected by the armored hills,
where the granaries and storehouses were located.
Much of the food supply came by this route.
Due west of Bernal Heights is a companion hill, which was garrisoned and
used as a signal station, being on a line with Mount Olympus, and from
the high Observatory tower news could be flashed to all the outlying
stations.
The center of the port of entry lined exactly with Telegraph Hill. By
this means a message could be sent from Hanabusa’s quarters to Mount
Olympus and Lone Mountain direct, and thence to the port of entry and
Telegraph Hill, thus making it easy to command the entire situation.
The horsemen’s camp lay close to Iaqua, west of the Observatory, while
the spearsmen’s grounds were east. From these points were trained
catapults, loaded with highly explosive lead cylinders filled with sharp
spikes. Mixed with the spikes were balls containing a stifling,
overpowering, deadly smell, which were exploded in the air, to shower
the inhabitants, barracks and forts.
* * * * *
Setos saw with the eye of a military genius the advantage to himself of
a sudden attack, and as a politician he felt the danger of remaining
inactive in such treacherous times. With a long, hissing screech, four
rockets shot into the sky from the signal-stations, electrifying some,
but prostrating the spirits of those who loved law and order.
Instantly, the warriors rushed pell-mell into the streets and confusion
seized the populace, who ran about aimlessly, and looked into each
other’s faces with half-averted eyes, like members of a family who are
determined to punish one another, but not too severely.
Around what is now known as Potrero Point came a fleet of thirty balsas,
with the blades of the rowers flashing in the sunlight as they rocked
and glided over the choppy waves of the bay.
Rowing swiftly to the Rincon Hill fort, they embarked a strong force of
spearsmen who were still loyal to Yermah.
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