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
Exquisite screens closed all entrances except the outside, where thick
bronze slabs were fastened by heavy bolts and chains. Admission was
sought by striking these plates with a mallet of inlaid bronze.
A cloudless, moonlight sky added much to the fairy-like effect of the
night scene. Between the banners were silken lanterns gay in coloring,
shade and decoration, and these twinkled like spheres of many-colored
fire. The brilliant blaze of light on the signal-towers, the innumerable
rockets, showering gold, silver or rainbow balls in profusion, or long,
forked arrows, made the night a memorable one.
Setos, the inventor of pyrotechnics, outdid himself, and the whole
population were in attendance to witness and enjoy the display. Not a
housetop in Tlamco but answered the pretty code of greetings arranged
from the battlements of Iaqua. By these means Kerœcia was enabled to
thank each regiment, guild, clan and family taking part in her
triumphant entry early in the day.
When the high-priestess opened her door the next morning, she found the
passage barred by big-faced velvet pansies, crisp, fresh and still moist
with dew.
“To whose thoughtfulness am I debtor?” she asked of one of the armed
guardians pacing the hallway before the door.
“To Orondo. And he begs that thou wilt accept his escort for a visit to
the gardens, at such hour as best suits thy pleasure and comfort.”
“It will please me to see him at once,” she answered.
Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola were examining the rare basket filled with
flowers which Yermah had sent with a kindly message.
“The daffodils show his regard; the ferns, his sincerity; and the
violets, his extreme modesty,” they said, with giggling laughter,
betraying the tension of nerves still animating them. They were agog
with expectation, and when told of the projected visit to the peerless
gardens they entered into the arrangement with all the zest and abandon
of curious girlhood.
“From the roses on thy cheeks, I am justified in the inference that
troops of good entities have guarded thy slumbers,” said Orondo, when
the women came into the vestibule where he was awaiting them.
“I can only hope that the same blessed oblivion has been thy portion,”
responded Kerœcia.
“Rahula, Ildiko and Alcamayn join us at the sun-dial, presently. They
are intent upon a natal observance which, by thy leave we shall
witness.”
Palanquins were their mode of conveyance.
“Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola, look at the answer to our signals of
last night,” exclaimed Kerœcia. “Oh! see the rose garlands on the
obelisks, and the beautiful flowers everywhere!”
As she said this, a delegation of school children strewed her pathway
with wall-flowers.
“Fidelity in adversity! How considerate and kind thou art!”
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