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
Striving to govern her emotion, Kerœcia put out a trembling hand to
Yermah, and suffered herself to be led forward where she could be both
seen and heard. She buried her face in her hands for a moment, then
lifted it pale and stricken, but resolute.
“My comrades and my countrymen, duty oppresses my heart profoundly. That
I do love and honor these who gave me life need not be affirmed. All
that my father demands, I hereby pledge the Monbas to render. For myself
there is no peace apart from the duty I owe these children of the
forest. They look to me for spiritual guidance, and I will not leave
them.” Her voice faltered, and she seemed ready to faint.
In the interim of silence, Eko Tanga said: “So be it! So be it!”
“Tell my beloved father that I can best serve him here; and that as
proof of my devotion, I pledge my people to lasting peace. Hast thou the
treaty in readiness?”
She made no pretense of reading its provisions, but turned to Ben Hu
Barabe, and said authoritatively: “Sign!”
He readily affixed his signature. Eko Tanga followed, and then Yermah
made use of the high-set signet on his thumb.
And this was the beginning of the end.
CHAPTER NINE
THE WOMEN’S DAY IN BOOTH AND BAZAAR
It was fully ten o’clock before Kerœcia, attended entirely by women,
finally made her appearance. She drove a splendid team of woodland
caribou, harnessed to her traveling cart now made gay with bunting and
flowers. There were tiny nosegays tied to the palmated antlers sweeping
back over the long, shaggy bodies. The ribbons were threaded from one
wide expanse to its fellow on the opposite side, and even to the
bez-tynes coming down between the eyes and spreading protectingly over
the elongated beak-like nose.
The snap and click of the spreading false hoofs of the caribou announced
the advent of the party. Rahula and Ildiko stood on each side of
Kerœcia, while Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola balanced themselves by
placing their hands on the shoulders in front of them.
Matu, Saphis and Phoda, the three caribou, were a perfect match in
color, size and gait. The animals stood over three feet high with very
wide and many tyned, spreading antlers. Matu, who was driven in the lead
had a short shaggy mane of grayish white which lightened his
reddish-brown coat, his four feet being evenly marked by the same white
band. The strong necks, knee-joints and short muscular legs were built
for strength and these roadsters handily trotted past the barking dogs
in the streets and on the highways. Their big eyes had nothing of the
gazelle quality in them, but were alert, and the short lily-cup ear
heard acutely, while the sense of smell was their finest quality.
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