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
The leaders wore quilted cotton tunics fitted closely to the body. Over
this was a cuirass of thin gold and silver plates, in imitation of
feathers. Leggins of ooze leather were attached to breech-clouts of dark
blue cotton, while the feet were covered with sandals or bull’s-hide
moccasins ornamented with bead-work. Wound around the shoulders was a
gayly striped mantle of fine wool, so light and soft in texture that in
actual combat it served as a sash for the waist.
The helmets were of wood fiber, light but durable, from the crests of
which floated a panache of feathers. The form of head covering, the
color and arrangement of the plumes, indicated the family and rank of
the wearer. Every warrior carried a shield, either of metal, or leather,
or a light frame of reeds covered with quilted cotton.
A perfect sea of spears and darts tipped with transparent obsidian or
fiery copper, sparkled in the noonday sun. The gay head coverings, the
ribbons floating in the air, and the ornate shields wove in and out in
serpentine undulations, finally disappearing in one of the Long Houses
used for mess.
There was a clash and a rattle of arms as a company of expert archers of
the White Heron drew bow and discharged three arrows at a time. But
there was quite as much spirit and dash in the hurling of javelins by
the men fighting under the eagle blazonry. To this weapon, thongs were
attached, by means of which the knife was shot through the air revolving
so rapidly that it seemed like a ball of glittering steel. Presently,
the blade returned and fell near the hand that gave it its forward
impulse. Seldom, if ever, was there an accident in the performance of
this extremely difficult feat, despite the anxiety and solicitude the
undertaking always inspired.
On constant duty was a group of fighting men who served as lookouts at
the various points of vantage in the tower. It was from this source that
the men on parade learned that Akaza, the spiritual head, and Alcamayn,
the representative of civil government, were inside the fortification.
The intelligence was flashed from a set of mirrors and the impromptu
display of prowess followed.
That there was keen rivalry in the competition, not unmixed with envy
was shown very quickly, when a partisan of the White Heron, threw dirt
into the face of an adherent of the Eagle Banner.
The parade ground was cleared at the time, but it was only a moment
before a crowd collected around the angry disputants. They were dragged
apart and hurried in opposite directions by friendly hands, whose good
offices did not cease until the men were brought back and made to sing
the national chant. First one man sang, then the other, while their
auditors clapped their hands in accompaniment, and passed judgment on
their efforts.
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