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
Disturbed by the commotion, a flock of parrots having the freedom of
Cibolo’s crib began to screech and to chatter, as if they not only
comprehended but sympathized with Oghi’s jealousy. In less than a minute
they were vigorously fighting among themselves, and Yermah, unable to
make himself heard above the noise and din, fled incontinently.
Cibolo came from Poseidon’s stud, whence his ancestry was traced back
many generations. He had all the qualities which conduced to endurance
and speed. Cibolo’s bright eyes gave evidence of energy and splendid
nerve, and he carried himself like a king. His straight neck and perfect
joints were connecting links of a muscular system of great power. In the
center of a wide, flat forehead was a star, and the glossy coat of hair
distinctly outlined a delicate tracery of veins. The nostrils were wide
and open, while the mobile ears, set well apart were small and straight.
Never in his life had the horse been struck a blow. He was docile,
obedient, affectionate and intelligent.
With fine-cut horn brushes, the groom set to work removing every
particle of dust and sweat from his skin, smoothing every hair into its
proper place, until it shone like fine satin. The mane and tail were
combed like human hair and plaited into tight strands, which would be
loosened only when he was harnessed to the chariot, later in the day. As
became the station of his master, the head ornaments, saddles, coronas
and trappings worn when hitched to the chariot were masses of jewels,
feathers, silver bells and embroidery.
Yermah went directly to his private apartments in the eastern quadrangle
of Iaqua. The approaches to this part of the house were screened by
trellises covered with flowering creepers. After a plunge and a shower
of both salt and fresh water, followed by a liberal use of lavender
spray, of which the Dorado was extremely fond, he emerged from the hands
of his dresser with a glow of health and happiness on his face. He
lingered but a moment in the hallway, then crossed over to the extreme
eastern triangle, which was a private sanctuary where he often went to
consult the oracle Orion on personal matters.
The statue was of carved alabaster exquisitely proportioned. It
represented the figure of a man, with diamond eyes, whose head supported
a jeweled miter terminating in a point. The belt which confined the
loose robe at the waist line had three solitaires of purest water which
were supposed to grow dim if the petitioner were not in good health or
was in danger. If these stones became opaque or colorless, the
phenomenon gave rise to most dismal forebodings.
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