The bull, full of the pride of triumph, walked about as master of the arena. A sentiment of terror pervaded all the spectators.
Various opinions were expressed. Some wished that the cabestro[9] be let into the arena, to lead out the formidable animal, as much to avoid new misfortunes as to preserve the propagation of his valiant race. They sometimes have recourse to this measure; but it frequently happens that the bull withdrawn does not survive the inflammation of blood which had provoked the fight. Others insisted that his tendons be cut, thus killing the bull easily. Unfortunately the greatest number cried out that it would be a crime not to see so beautiful a bull killed according to all the rules of art.
The alcalde did not know which party to side with. To preside over a bull-fight is not an easy thing.
At last, that which happens in all similar cases occurred in this: victory was with those who cried the loudest, and it was decided that the powerful and terrible Medianoche should die according to rule, and in possession of all his means of defence.
Pepe Vera then appeared in the arena, armed for the combat.
He saluted the authorities, placed himself before Maria, and offered her the brindo—the honor of the bull. He was pale.
Maria, her countenance on fire, her eyes darting from their sockets, breathed with difficulty. Her body bent forward, her nails forced into the velvet cushions of her box, contemplated this young man, so beautiful, so calm before death, and whom she loved. She felt a power in his love which subjugated her, which made her tremble and weep; because that this brutal and tyrannical passion, this exchange of profound affection, impassioned and exclusive, was the love which she felt: as with certain men of a special organization, who require in place of sweet liqueurs and fine wines the powerful excitement of alcoholic drinks.
Everywhere reigned the most profound silence. A gloomy presentiment seemed to agitate every soul. Many arose and left the place.
The bull himself, now in the middle of the arena, appeared valiant: he proudly defied his adversary.
Pepe Vera chose the spot which seemed to him the most favorable, with his habitual calm and self-possessed manner; and designated it to the chulos, by pointing with his finger.