An employé of the Plaza1 shouted ill-humouredly from inside that there was no entrance that way, they must go round to the other door, but as the voice outside continued to insist he finally opened the door.
A man and a woman entered, he wearing a white Cordoban felt hat, she dressed in black with a mantilla.
The man shook the employé's hand, leaving something in it, which evidently softened2 his asperity3.
"You know me, do you not?" ... said the new comer. "Really, don't you know me? I am Gallardo's brother-in-law, and this lady is his wife."
Carmen looked all around at the deserted4 courtyard. Through the brick walls she could hear the sound of music and the humming of the crowd, varied5 by cries of enthusiasm, or murmurs6 of curiosity.
"Where is he?" enquired8 Carmen anxiously.
"Where should he be, woman?" replied her brother-in-law roughly. "In the Plaza, fulfilling his duties.... It is folly9 to have come here. What a flighty woman you are!"
Carmen looked round her undecidedly, perhaps half repenting10 having come; after all, what was she going to do there?
The employé, whose hand-shake with Antonio had made a marvellous difference, suggested that if the lady[Pg 334] wished to wait till the end of the corrida she could rest in the gate-keeper's room, but if she wished to see the corrida he could find her a very good seat even if she had no ticket.
Carmen was terrified at this proposal. See the corrida? No! She had never seen her husband fight; she would wait there as long as she possibly could.
"God's will be done!" said the saddler resignedly. "We will stay here, though what we shall see opposite this doorway11 I don't know."
About mid-day on the Saturday, Carmen had called Antonio into the matador12's study, and told him of her intention to go at once to Madrid. She could not stay in Seville, she had had a week of restless nights, which her imagination had peopled with horrible scenes, and her feminine instinct made her fear some great disaster. She felt she must be by Juan's side, she did not know why, nor what would happen on the journey, all she wanted was to be near Gallardo.
Life was not worth living like this. She had seen in the papers Juan's great fiasco on the previous Sunday. She knew his professional pride, and knew he could not bear this misfortune patiently. The last letter she had received from him had plainly showed her this.
"No, and again no," she said energetically to her brother-in-law's objection. "I start for Madrid this afternoon; if you like to come, well and good, if not, I shall go alone. Above all, not a word to Don José; he would try to prevent my journey!"...
The saddler finally agreed. After all a free journey to Madrid was not a thing to be refused, even though it were in such dismal13 company. During the journey, Carmen made up her mind; she would speak earnestly to her husband. Why go on bull-fighting? Had they not enough to live on? He must retire at once if he did not[Pg 335] wish to kill her. This corrida must be the last one ... and even this was one too many. She hoped to arrive in Madrid in time to prevent her husband fighting, feeling that by her presence she might prevent some catastrophe14.
"What rubbish! Just like a woman! If they get a thing into their heads it must be so. Do you think there are no authorities, or laws, or rules in a Plaza? that it is enough for a woman to be frightened and want to run and kiss her husband for the corrida to be stopped and the public disappointed? You may say whatever you like to Juan afterwards, but by now he will be at the corrida. There is no trifling15 with the authorities; we should all be sent to jail."
When they arrived in Madrid, he had to exert all his powers of persuasion16 to prevent his companion rushing to her husband's hotel. What would be the result? She would disturb him by her presence, send him to the Plaza in a bad humour, upset his calmness, and then if anything happened all the fault would be hers.
This reflection steadied Carmen, making her give in to her brother-in-law's wishes and go to an hotel of his choosing, where she spent the morning lying on a sofa crying as if she considered misfortune imminent17. The saddler, delighted to find himself in Madrid and comfortably lodged18, was furious with this despair, which seemed to him ridiculous.
The hotel was near the Puerta del Sol, and the noise of the carriages and people going to the corrida reached her. She could not stay in the house, she must see him. She had not courage enough to go to the spectacle, but she wished to feel near him, and she wished to go to the Plaza. Where was the Plaza? She had never seen it. Even if she could not go in, she could wander round it, feeling that her near presence might influence Gallardo's luck.
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The saddler expostulated. By the life of.... He certainly intended to go to the corrida, he had gone out to buy his ticket, and now Carmen prevented his enjoying the fiesta, by wanting to go to the Plaza herself.
"What can you do when you get there? What good can your presence do? Just think, if Juaniyo caught sight of you!"
But to all his arguments Carmen replied with the same obstinacy19.
"If you do not care to come with me, I will go alone."
Antonio ended by giving in, and they drove to the Plaza together, entering by the Puerta de Caballerizas. The saddler remembered the Plaza well, as he had accompanied Gallardo on one of his journeys to Madrid during the spring.
He and the employé both felt out of humour with that woman with the red eyes and streaming cheeks who stood in the court-yard not knowing what to do.... The two men heard the noise of the people and the music in the Plaza. Were they going to stay there all night without seeing the corrida?
At last the employé had a happy inspiration.
"Perhaps the lady would like to go into the chapel20!"...
The procession of the cuadrillas was ended, and through the doorway several horsemen came trotting22 back from the circus; these were the picadors who were not on duty, and who withdrew from the arena23, ready to replace their comrades when required. Tied to rings on the wall were a row of saddled horses, the first who would have to go into the circus in place of any killed. Behind these the picadors were employing their wait by making their horses pirouette and turn, and a stable-boy was galloping24 a restless horse to quiet it before giving it over to the picadors. All the horses were[Pg 337] kicking, plagued by flies, and dragging at their halters as if they scented25 the danger close at hand.
Carmen and her brother-in-law were obliged to take refuge beneath the arcades26, and finally the torero's wife accepted the man's invitation to go into the chapel. It was a safe and quiet spot, and possibly in there she might do something to help her husband.
When she found herself in the holy place, close and hot from the crowd of people who had watched the torero's prayers, she fixed27 her eyes in astonishment28 on the poverty of the altar. Four lights only were burning before the Virgin29 of the Dove, which seemed to her a wretched tribute.
She opened her purse to give a duro to the employé. Could he not bring some more tapers30?... The man scratched his head. Tapers? tapers? In the purlieus of the Plaza such things were not to be found. But he suddenly remembered that the sisters of a certain matador always brought some wax tapers whenever he fought there, and the last supply was not all consumed, they must be in some corner of the chapel. After a long search they were found, but there were no candlesticks; however, the employé was a man of resource, and fetching some empty bottles he stuck the candles in their necks and placed them among the other lights.
Carmen knelt down, and the two men took advantage of her absorbed devotion to rush away to the Plaza, anxious to see the first events of the corrida.
She remained alone contemplating31 with curiosity the dusty painting reddened by the lights. She did not know this Virgin, but surely she must be gentle and kind, like the one in Seville, to whom she had prayed so often. Besides, she was the toreros' Virgin, the one who heard their last prayer, when coming danger[Pg 338] gave those rough men a pious32 sincerity33. On that pavement also her husband had often knelt.
Her lips moved, repeating the prayers with automatic speed, but her thoughts were far away, attracted by the noise of the crowd which reached her.
Ay! the roaring of that intermittent34 volcano, the surging of those distant waves, broken at times by a tragic35 silence.... Carmen fancied she could unseen watch the corrida. She could guess by the different intonations36 of the noises in the Plaza the course of the tragedy which was being unfolded in the circus. Sometimes it was an explosion of indignant cries accompanied by whistling, at others thousands and thousands of voices seemed uttering unintelligible37 words. Suddenly there was a scream of terror, long and strident, which seemed to rise even to heaven, a terrified and gasping38 exclamation39 which made her see thousands of outstretched heads, pale with emotion, following the rapid rush of a bull on the tracks of a man ... but the cries suddenly ceased and calm returned. The danger was past.
Sometimes there were long spells of absolute silence, in which the humming of the flies could be heard, a silence so profound it seemed as if the immense circus must be empty, as if the fourteen thousand people on its benches did not even breathe, and that Carmen herself was the only living creature within its walls.
Suddenly this silence was broken by an immense and noisy uproar40, so loud one would have thought that every brick in the building was knocking against its neighbour, a wild volley of applause which made the whole place shake. In the courtyard close by the chapel the sound of whacks41 on the loins of the horses tied there was heard, then the sound of iron hoofs42 on the[Pg 339] pavement, lastly the sound of voices. "Who is hit?" And fresh picadors were called into the arena.
To these distant noises were now joined others nearer and more terrifying. The sound of steps to the rooms near, doors hurriedly opened, the panting breathing, and gasping voices of several men, as if they were staggering under a great weight.
"It is nothing ... only a bruise43. You are not bleeding, before the corrida is ended you will be on your horse again."
A hoarse44 voice, weak with pain, moaned between sighs in an accent which reminded Carmen of her own country.
"Oh! Virgin of Solitude45! I think something is broken; search well, doctor.... Ay! my children!"
Carmen trembled with fright. She raised her eyes, suffused46 with terror, to the Virgin. She felt as if she might fall fainting on the floor; she tried again to pray, not to listen to the noises from outside, transmitted through the walls with such desperate clearness. But in spite of her endeavour, the sound of splashing water fell on her ears, and the sounds of men's voices, probably the doctors, encouraging the patient.
"Virgin of Solitude!... My children!... What will become of my poor angels if their father cannot fight?"...
Carmen rose. Ay! she could bear it no longer, she should faint if she remained longer in that dark place terrified by those cries of pain. She must have air, get out into the sun. She fancied she felt in her own bones all the pain that unknown man was suffering.
She went out into the courtyard. There was blood on every side! Blood on the ground, and blood round some pails in which the water was coloured red.
The picadors were coming out of the circus, the[Pg 340] banderilleros were having their turn now, the riders came in on their horses stained with blood, their flesh torn, their entrails hanging down.
The riders dismounted, talking with animation47 of the events of the corrida. Carmen watched Potaje's ponderous48 humanity get down stiffly and heavily, swearing at the mono sabio, who did not help his descent with sufficient alacrity49. He seemed benumbed by his heavy iron leggings and by the pain of various bruises50; he raised one hand ruefully to rub his shoulders, but all the same he smiled, showing all his yellow tusks51.
"Have you all seen how fine Juan has been?" he said to those surrounding him. "To-day he has been quite splendid."
As he noticed the only woman in the patio52 and recognized her, he showed no sort of surprise.
"You here, Se?ora Carmen! That's right!"...
He spoke53 quietly, as if his habitual54 vinous somnolence55 and his natural stupidity prevented anything surprising him.
"Have you seen Juan?" he went on. "He lay down on the ground in front of the bull, under its very nose. No one can do what that Gacho does.... You should go and see him, for to-day he is splendid."
Some one called him from the infirmary door; his companion, the other picador, wished to speak to him before being taken away to the hospital.
"Adio, Se?a Carmen. I must go and see what the poor fellow wants. A bad fracture, they say. He will not be able to work again this season."
Carmen took refuge beneath the arcades; she tried to close her eyes, not to see the horrible spectacle in the courtyard, while at the same time she felt fascinated by the crimson56 pools of blood.
The monos sabios led in the wounded horses, who[Pg 341] were dragging their entrails along the ground. As she saw them, the head man in charge of the stables bustled57 about in a fever of activity.
"Now, my lads, hurry up!" ... he shouted to the stable lads. "Gently!... Gently, there!"
A stable-boy went carefully up to the horse who was rearing with pain, and took the saddle off; then he tied ropes round his four feet, drew them together and threw him.
"Now, my fine fellow!... Gently, gently with him!" he shouted to the man, never ceasing to move his own hands and feet.
The stable lads in their shirt sleeves, leant over the animal's ripped-up belly58, from which were gushing59 streams of blood and water, endeavouring to put back by handfuls the slippery entrails hanging out of it.
Others held the animal's reins60, putting a foot on its head to keep it on the ground. Its muzzle61 twitched62 with pain, and its teeth rattled64 together with the anguish65 of its torment66, while its agonized67 squeals68 were smothered69 by the pressure on its head. The bloody70 hands of the workers endeavoured to replace the bowels71 in the empty cavity, but the gasping breathing of the unfortunate animal constantly blew out again the entrails the men were pushing in like bundles. At last they were all pushed back into the stomach, and the lads with the quickness of long habit sewed the sides of the wound together.
After the animal was mended with this barbarous promptitude, a pail of water was thrown over its head, its legs were freed from the ropes, and a few kicks and blows with a stick made it scramble72 on to its feet. Some only walked a few steps, falling down again, with torrents73 of blood rushing from the re-opened wound. This meant instantaneous death. Others stood up apparently74[Pg 342] stronger, from their immense resources of animal vitality75, and the lads after mending them up took them off to the courtyard to be "varnished76." There their stomach and legs were cleansed77 by several pailsful of water thrown over them, which left their white or chestnut78 coats bright and shining, while streams of bloody water ran down their legs on to the ground.
They mended the horses just like old shoes, prolonging their agony and retarding79 their death, working their weakness up to the last possible moment. Fragments of their entrails which had been cut off to facilitate the repairing operation lay about the floor. Other fragments lay in the circus, covered with sand, till the death of the bull should permit of the attendants collecting the remains80 in their baskets. Very often these rough-and-ready practitioners81 supplied the horrible absence of the lost organs by handfuls of tow stuffed into the stomach. The chief thing was to keep these miserable82 animals on foot a few moments longer till the picadors should return to the arena, when the bull would soon take charge and finish the work.
Even here the noisy shouts of the invisible crowd reached Carmen. Sometimes they were exclamations83 of anxiety; an "Ay! Ay!" from thousands of voices that told of the flight of a banderillero closely pursued by the bull. Then there would be absolute silence. The man had again turned on the brute84 and the noisy applause broke out once more when he had skilfully85 fixed two more darts86. Then the trumpets87 sounded, announcing that the time for the death stroke had come, and the applause rang out afresh.
Carmen wished to go away. Virgin of Hope! What was she doing there? She was ignorant of the routine that the matadors88 followed in their work. Possibly that blast indicated the moment when her husband had[Pg 343] to face the bull. And she was there, only a few steps away, and unable to see him! If she could only get away and escape from this torment.
Besides, the blood running over the courtyard sickened her, and the poor brutes90' sufferings. Her womanly sensitiveness rose up against such tortures, and she put her handkerchief to her face, nauseated91 by the smell of the butcheries.
She had never been to a bull-fight. A great part of her life had been spent in hearing about corridas, but in the accounts of the fiestas she had never heard or seen anything beyond the outside, just what all the world saw or heard of, the exploits in the arena under the brilliant sun, the flash of silk and gold embroideries92, all the sumptuous93 procession, knowing nothing of the odious94 preparations taking place in the secrecy95 of the outbuildings. And they lived from this fiesta, with its repulsive96 torturing of weak animals! Their fortune had been made from such spectacles!
Tremendous applause broke out in the circus. In the courtyard an imperious voice gave orders. The first bull had just been killed; the gates at the end of the passage of the Puerta de Caballos giving access to the circus were thrown open, and the roars of the crowd poured in louder and louder still, with the echoes of the music.
The mule97 teams had trotted98 into the Plaza, one to bring out the dead horses, and the other to drag out the carcass of the bull.
Carmen caught sight of her brother-in-law coming along under the arcades, still trembling from excitement at what he had seen.
"Juan ... is colossal99! He has never been anything like this afternoon! Have no fear! He seems to eat up the bulls alive!"
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Then he looked at her anxiously, afraid she might make him lose such an interesting afternoon. What did she decide to do? Did she feel brave enough to come into the Plaza?
"Take me away!" she cried in agonized tones. "Get me out of here as quickly as possible. I feel ill.... You can leave me in the nearest church."
The saddler pulled a face. By the life of Roger!... To leave such a magnificent corrida!... And all the while he was taking Carmen towards the door he was thinking how soon he could leave her and return to the circus.
When the second bull came out, Gallardo was still leaning on the barrier, receiving the congratulations of his friends. What courage that fellow had ... when he chose! The whole Plaza had applauded him with the first bull, forgetting their anger at the previous corridas. When a picador remained on the ground insensible from his fall, Gallardo had rushed up with his cape89, and by a series of magnificent "veronicas" had drawn100 the bull to the centre of the arena, eventually leaving him wearied out and motionless after his furious rushes at the deceiving red cloth. The torero, taking advantage of the brute's bewilderment, stood erect101 a few paces from his muzzle, presenting his body as though defying him. He felt the strong heart-throb—the happy precursor102 of his greatest deeds. He knew he must reconcile his public by some sudden dash of audacity103, and quietly he knelt down opposite the horns, albeit104 with a certain precaution, ready to slip away at the slightest sign of a charge.
The bull remained quiet. Then he put forward one hand till he touched its foam105 flecked snout—still the animal remained quiet. Then he dared something which plunged106 the audience into palpitating silence. Slowly[Pg 345] he lay down on the sand, using the cape on his arm as a pillow, and so he remained for some seconds, below the very nostrils107 of the brute, who sniffed108 at this body placing itself so daringly beneath his horns, evidently suspecting some hidden danger.
When the bull, recovering his aggressive fierceness, lowered his horns, the torero rolled towards his hoofs, putting himself in this way out of his reach, and the animal passed over him, seeking in his blind ferocity for the object to attack.
Gallardo rose, dusting the sand from his clothes, and the audience, always loving daring deeds, applauded him with all the enthusiasm of former days. They quite understood that the torero's display of courage was an attempt at reconciliation110 with themselves, an effort to regain111 their affection. He had come to the corrida ready for any feat112 of daring which would earn their plaudits.
"He is often over careful," they said on the benches—"often he is weak, but he has toreros' pride, and he is regaining113 his name."
Their delighted excitement at Gallardo's exploit and the death of the first bull turned to bad humour and expostulations as they saw the second bull enter the arena. He was of enormous size and fine appearance, but he began to trot21 all round the arena, looking with astonishment at the howling masses of people crowded on the seats, frightened by the cries and whistling with which they endeavoured to excite him, and running away from his own shadow, imagining all sorts of snares114. The peons ran towards him spreading their capes115. He attacked the red cloth for an instant, then suddenly giving a snort of surprise he turned tail and ran away in the opposite direction with leaps and bounds. His agility116 for flight made the people furious.
"He is not a bull! ... he is a monkey!"
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The maestros' capes finally attracted him towards the barrier, where the picadors waited for him motionless on their horses, their garrochas under their arms. He came up to a rider with lowered head and fierce snorts, as though intending to attack, but before the iron could be driven into his neck he gave a bound and fled, passing between the peons' outstretched capes. In his flight he ran against another picador, repeating the bound, the snort, and the flight. Then he ran against a third picador, who caught him fairly on the neck with his garrocha, increasing in this way both his fear and his velocity117.
The audience had risen to their feet en masse gesticulating and shouting. A craven bull! What an abomination!... They all turned towards the presidential box, shouting their protests: "Se?or Presidente! This cannot be allowed."
From several of the rows came a chorus of voices repeating the same word with monotonous118 iteration.
"Fire ... fire!"
The President seemed doubtful. The bull was rushing all about the ring, followed by the toreros, with their capes on their arms. When some of them succeeded in getting in front of him and stopping him, he would sniff109 the cloths with his usual snort and run off in another direction, kicking and bounding.
These flights increased the noisy expostulations: "Se?or Presidente," was his Worship blind? Then bottles, oranges, and seat cushions began to shower into the arena round the fugitive119 beast. The masses loathed120 him for a coward. Some of them stretched over into the arena, as if they intended tearing the animal to pieces with their own hands. What a scandal! To see in the Madrid Plaza oxen only fit for meat! Fire! fire!
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At last the President waved a red handkerchief, and a salvo of applause greeted the gesture.
The fire banderillas were a quite extraordinary spectacle, something entirely121 unexpected, which greatly increased the interest of the corrida. Many who had shouted themselves hoarse were privately122 delighted at the incident. They would see the bull burning alive, rushing about mad with terror at the lightnings fastened into his neck.
El Nacional came forward carrying two large banderillas seemingly wrapped in black paper, hanging points downward. He went towards the bull without any great precautions, as though his cowardice123 did not deserve any high art, and stuck in the infernal darts amid the vindictive124 acclamations of the populace.
Immediately there was an explosion, and two puffs125 of smoke ran along the animal's neck. In the sunlight the fire could not be seen, but the hair disappeared, singed126, and a black mark began to spread over the neck.
The bull, surprised at the attack, accelerated his flight, as if this could free him from the torture, till suddenly short sharp detonations127 like gun shots were heard proceeding128 from his neck, and showers of ash paper flew about his eyes. The beast bounded with the agility of terror, all four feet off the ground at once, twisting his head in the vain endeavour to tear out with his teeth these demoniacal darts fixed in his flesh. The mob laughed and applauded, thinking these bounds and contortions129 extremely amusing. The animal, in spite of his size and weight, seemed to be performing a dance like some trained animal.
"How they sting him!" exclaimed the populace with ferocious130 laughter. When the banderillas had ceased to explode the melted fat on the neck formed little bubbles, and the bull no longer feeling the sting of the fire[Pg 348] stopped short, his head hanging, his eyes bloodshot, his muzzle covered with foam, and his red dry tongue licking the sand in search of moisture.
Another banderillero came up and stuck in a second pair of darts. Once more the puffs of smoke ran along the scorched131 flesh, and the detonations recommenced. Wherever he rushed, twisting his massive body in his struggles to get the darts out of his neck, the infernal detonations went with him; but now his movements were less violent, it seemed as though his vigorous animalism was being subdued132 by the torture.
A third pair of darts were fixed in, and from the burning flesh a nauseous odour of melted fat, burnt hide, and singed hair spread throughout the arena.
The public still applauded with vindictive frenzy133, as if the poor animal were an opponent of their religious beliefs, and they were performing a holy work by this burning. They laughed as they saw him unsteady on his legs, bellowing134 with sharp screams of pain, seeking in vain for something to cool his tongue.
Gallardo awaited, leaning on the barrier near the presidential box, the signal to kill, while Garabato held the rapier and muleta ready prepared resting on the top of the barrier.
Curse him! The corrida had begun so well, and now evil fate had reserved this bull for him, a bull, moreover, of his own choosing on account of his fine appearance, and who, now he was in the arena, turned out a cur!
He excused himself beforehand to the connoisseurs135 who were leaning over the barrier, for his probably indifferent work.
"I will do what I can, but it probably won't be much," said he, shrugging his shoulders.
Then he glanced round the boxes, fixing his eyes on[Pg 349] the one occupied by Do?a Sol. She had applauded him before when he executed his stupendous exploit of lying down before the bull. Her gloved hands had clapped enthusiastically when he had turned towards the barrier saluting136 the audience. Now, when she realised that the torero was looking at her, she saluted137 him with a kindly138 gesture, and even her companion, that odious fellow, made a stiff bow, as if he were breaking in two at the waist. He had surprised her several times with her opera-glasses fixed persistently139 on him, or searching for him when he retired140 behind the barriers. Ah! that gachi!... Possibly she felt once more attracted by his courage. Gallardo thought he would go and see her the following day, possibly the wind might have changed.
The trumpets gave the signal to kill, and the espada, after making a short "brindis," walked towards the bull.
All the enthusiasts141 shouted their advice.
"Kill him quickly! He is an ox who deserves nothing!"
The torero spread his muleta before the brute, who attacked, but slowly, as if warned by his previous torture, but with the evident intention of crushing and wounding, the suffering having awakened142 his fierceness. That man was the first who had stood before him since his torment began.
The crowd felt their vindictive anger towards the bull vanishing. After all he was not turning out so badly. He was attacking well. Olé! And they all welcomed the torero's passes with delight, confounding the torero and the bull in the same noisy approval.
The bull remained motionless, his head lowered, his tongue hanging out. There fell on the crowd that silence always preceding the mortal estocade, a silence even greater than absolute solitude, as it came from thousands of hard-held breathings. The silence was so[Pg 350] profound that the slightest noise reached to the topmost benches. All heard the rattle63 of the pieces of wood knocking against each other. It was Gallardo, who with the point of his rapier was setting aside the burnt banderillas which had fallen down between the horns. After this arrangement, which would facilitate the mortal stroke, the crowd stretched their necks even further forward, feeling the mysterious intercourse143 re-established between their will and that of the matador. Now! they all said to themselves, he would overthrow144 the bull with one masterly stroke. They all felt the espada's determination.
Gallardo threw himself on the bull, and all the populace breathed loudly after their breathless expectation. But from the encounter the animal emerged, rushing with furious bellowing, while the benches broke out into whistling and protests. The same thing had happened once again. Gallardo had turned away his face and shortened his arm at the moment of killing145. The animal carried off the rapier in his neck, loose and bending, and after a few steps the steel blade flew out of the flesh, rolling on the sand.
Some of the people blamed Gallardo, and the spell which had united them to the espada at the beginning of the fiesta was broken. Their distrust of the torero reappeared and their irritating censures146. All seemed to have forgotten their late enthusiasm.
Gallardo picked up his rapier, with bent147 head, and without the heart to protest against the discontent of a crowd so tolerant to others, so harsh and unjust towards himself, and turned again towards the bull.
In his confusion he thought some other torero placed himself by his side. It was El Nacional.
"Steady, Juan! Don't get flurried."
Curse it!... Was this same thing always going[Pg 351] to happen to him? Could he not put his arm between the horns as formerly148 and drive the rapier in up to the hilt? Was he going to spend the rest of his life as a laughing-stock for the public? An ox whom they had been obliged to fire!...
He placed himself opposite the animal, who seemed waiting for him, steady on its legs. He thought it useless to make any more passes with the muleta. So he placed himself "in profile" with the red cloth hanging on the ground, and the rapier horizontal at the height of his eye. Now to thrust in his arm!
With a sudden impulse the audience rose to their feet, for a few seconds the man and the bull formed one single mass, and so moved on some steps. The connoisseurs were already waving their hands anxious to applaud. He had thrown himself in to kill as in his best day. That was a "true" estocade!
But suddenly the man was thrown out from between the horns by a crushing blow, and rolled on the sand. The bull lowered his head, picking up the inert149 body, lifting it for an instant on his horns to let it fall again, then rushing on his mad career with the rapier plunged up to the hilt in his neck.
Gallardo rose slowly, the whole Plaza burst out into uproarious, deafening150 applause, anxious to repair their injustice151. Olé for the man! Well done the lad from Seville! He had been splendid!
But the torero did not acknowledge these outbursts of enthusiasm. He raised his hand to his stomach, crouching152 in a painful curve, and with his head bent began to walk forward with uncertain step. Twice he raised his head as if he were looking for the door of exit and fearing not to be able to find it, finally staggering like a drunken man, and falling flat on the sand.
Four of the Plaza servants raised him slowly on their[Pg 352] shoulders, El Nacional joining the group, to support the espada's pale livid head, with its glassy eyes just showing through the long lashes153.
The audience started with surprise, and their plaudits ceased suddenly. They looked around at each other unable to make up their minds as to the gravity of the accident.... Soon optimistic news circulated, but no one knew from whence it came.... It was nothing, only a tremendous blow in the stomach which had deprived him of consciousness, but no one had seen any blood.
The populace, suddenly tranquilized, sat down, turning their attention from the wounded torero to the bull, who, though in the agonies of death, still remained firm on his feet.
El Nacional helped to place his master on a bed in the infirmary. He fell on it like a sack, inanimate, his arms hanging over either side of the bed.
Sebastian, who had so often seen the espada bleeding and wounded, without ever losing his calm, now felt the agony of fear, seeing him lifeless, with his face of a greenish whiteness as if he were already dead.
"By the life of the blue dove!" he groaned154. "Are there no doctors? Is there no help anywhere?"
The infirmary doctors, after attending to the injured picador, had run back to their box in the Plaza.
The banderillero was in despair, seconds seemed hours, as he shouted to Garabato and Potaje to come and help him, not knowing quite what he said to them.
The doctors arrived, and, after closing the door to remain undisturbed, they stood undecidedly before the espada's inanimate body. They must undress him, and Garabato began to unpin, unsew and tear the torero's clothes.
El Nacional hardly saw the body. The doctors were[Pg 353] surrounding the wounded man, consulting each other by their looks. It must be a collapse155 which had apparently deprived him of life. There was no blood to be seen, and the rents in his clothes were no doubt the result of his toss by the bull.
Doctor Ruiz entered hurriedly, the other doctors making way for him, acknowledging his superiority. He swore in his nervous hurry as he helped Garabato to undo156 the torero's clothes.
There was a start of wonder, of painful surprise round the bed. The banderillero did not dare to enquire7, he looked between the doctors' heads at Gallardo's body. His shirt was drawn up, and he saw that the stomach, which was uncovered, was torn by a jagged wound with bloody lips, from between which the bluish viscera were protruding157.
Doctor Ruiz shook his head sadly. Besides the terrible and incurable158 wound, the torero had received a tremendous shock from the bull's head. He was no longer breathing.
"Doctor! doctor!" moaned the banderillero, imploring159 to know the truth.
And Doctor Ruiz, after a long silence, turned his head.
"It is finished, Sebastian.... You must seek another matador."
El Nacional raised his eyes to heaven. Was it possible that such a man should die in this way, unable to clasp a friend's hand, unable to say a word, suddenly, like a wretched rabbit whose neck you wring160!
Despair drove him from the infirmary. Ay! he could not stay and look at that! He was not like Potaje, who stood motionless and frowning at the foot of the bed, twisting his beaver161 in his hand, looking at the body as if he saw it not.
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In the courtyard he had to stand aside to let some picadors pass who were returning to the circus.
The terrible news had begun to run through the Plaza. Gallardo was dead!... Some doubted the truth of the news, others affirmed it, but no one moved from their seats. They were going to loose the third bull. The corrida was only in its first half, and they really could not give it up.
Through the great doorway came the noise of the crowd and the sound of music.
The banderillero felt a fierce hatred162 arise in his heart for everything surrounding him; a disgust and aversion to his profession and to those who maintained it.
He thought of the bull who was now being dragged out of the arena, with his neck burnt and bloody, his legs stiff and his glassy eyes gazing up at the sky.
Then he thought of the friend lying dead a few paces from him, only the other side of a brick wall. His limbs also rigid163, his stomach ripped open, and a mysterious dull light shining through his half open eyelids164.
Poor bull! Poor espada!... And suddenly, as noisy cries of delight burst out in the circus applauding the continuation of the spectacle, El Nacional closed his eyes and clenched165 his fists.
It was the roaring of the wild beast, the true and only one.
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solitude
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bellowing
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saluting
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retired
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| adj.隐退的，退休的，退役的 | |
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killing
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| n.巨额利润；突然赚大钱，发大财 | |
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| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
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injustice
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| n.非正义，不公正，不公平，侵犯（别人的）权利 | |
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groaned
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| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
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| vi.累倒；昏倒；倒塌；塌陷 | |
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| vt.解开，松开；取消，撤销 | |
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incurable
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| adj.不能医治的，不能矫正的，无救的；n.不治的病人，无救的人 | |
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wring
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| n.扭绞；v.拧，绞出，扭 | |
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beaver
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hatred
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| n.憎恶，憎恨，仇恨 | |
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| adj.严格的，死板的；刚硬的，僵硬的 | |
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