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
At length a slender silver arrow flew up from the smoke clouds; then,
another; and again, a third. This was followed by a deafening blast of
trumpets, drums, cymbals, tambourines, pipes, and ear-splitting
whistles, as the priestesses re-embarked and slowly approached. The
first splash of the silvery oars was answered by a shout of triumph from
the opposite shore, followed by a song, in which three voices joined
with equal zest.
Then the crowd fell back, making room for Kerœcia and the tall, fair
stranger. He was intent and alert; she, smilingly gracious. As the boat
anchored, she raised her hand in blessing, for which Yermah reverently
uncovered.
The priestess stepped forward to receive an urn delicate and fragile as
the ashes of roses it contained, when a treacherous pebble turned her
ankle, and she would have fallen had not Yermah caught her by the arm in
time to prevent a painful strain upon the supporting muscles and
tendons. It was the unstudied act of a man of ready tact and faultless
breeding.
The hillsides and rock walls rumbled and echoed the burst of cheering
which greeted this feat. Again he uncovered and stood in a respectful
attitude until the three nimble-footed young women were on shore. They,
catching the infection, shared in the general excitement. By a common
impulse they arranged themselves in line, and stood with Yermah and
Kerœcia, bowing acknowledgments and participating in dumb show with the
spontaneous outpouring of good will.
“Alcyesta, Suravia, Mineola, accept the homage offered by Yermah, the
Dorado, of Aztlan, lately arrived from Tlamco,” said Kerœcia. “These are
my trusted hand-maidens. Receive service from them as from mine own
hands.”
“Such grace and fair fellowship bankrupts the offices of speech. Alone,
I am powerless to make adequate return; but here I have allies who will
amply requite thee,” saying which he turned to make room for his
companions, who had approached in the general confusion unobserved by
the company. Setos and Orondo uncovered and waited back of their
countrymen.
The gnomes, salamanders, sylphs, and undines of fairyland, peeping out
from each leaf and fragrant bloom, never beheld a lovelier vision than
that of Kerœcia and Ildiko, as they stood facing each other.
Kerœcia’s long, wavy bronze-red hair was confined by a jeweled band,
with three white ostrich tips in the center. She was gowned in simple
white, long and flowing. Around her neck were seven strands of pearls
fastened to a medallion composed of ruby, topaz, emerald, sapphire,
amber, amethyst and turquoise. Encircling her slender waist was an
enameled and jeweled girdle. The loose sleeves fell back from
exquisitely shaped arms, ornamented with bracelets, while numerous rings
adorned her taper fingers.
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