¨Another trumpet blew and El Chanti carefully folded his cape away, picked up two brightly adorned sticks and re-entered the ring alone. He raised the sticks out to his side, arched his back and then began a suicidal run at the bull from the other side of the ring. The animal waited, watching and then chose its moment to charge. Suddenly, El Chanti was swerving, leaping, twisting and then he was gone leaving the two spikes hanging limply from the hide of the confused bull. Blood ran down its flank as the Matador was handed the next two sticks.¨
An excerpt form the novel: Sand Sea and Sky.
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