hemingway, ernest - men without women-第3章
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the corral。
¨Itˇs a wonder Retana wouldnˇt give us enough light to see the horses by；〃 one picador said。
¨He knows weˇll be happier if we donˇt get too good a look at these skins；〃 another pic answered。
¨This thing Iˇm on barely keeps me off the ground；〃 the first picador said。
¨Well； theyˇre horses。〃
¨Sure； theyˇre horses。〃
They talked； sitting their gaunt horses in the dark。
Zurito said nothing。 He had the only steady horse of the lot。 He had tried him； wheeling him in the corrals； and he responded to the bit and the spurs。 He had taken the bandage off his right eye and cut the strings where they had tied his ears tight shut at the base。 He was a good； solid horse； solid on his legs。 That was all he needed。 He intended to ride him all through the corrida。 He had already； since he had mounted； sitting in the half…dark in the big； quilted saddle； waiting for the paseo； pic…ed through the whole corrida in his mind。 The other picadors went on talking on both sides of him。 He did not hear them。
The two matadors stood together in front of their three peones； their capes furled over their left arms in the same fashion。 Manuel was thinking about the three lads in back of him。 They were all three Madrile？os； like Hernandez； boys about nineteen。 One of them； a gypsy； serious； aloof； and dark…faced； he liked the look of。 He turned。
¨Whatˇs your name； kid？〃 he asked the gypsy。
¨Fuentes；〃 the gypsy said。
¨Thatˇs a good name；〃 Manuel said。
The gypsy smiled； showing his teeth。
¨You take the bull and give him a little run when he comes out；〃 Manuel said。
¨All right；〃 the gypsy said。 His face was serious。 He began to think about just what he would do。
¨Here she goes；〃 Manuel said to Hernandez。
¨All right。 Weˇll go。〃
Heads up； swinging with the music； their right arms swinging free； they stepped out； crossing the sanded arena under the arc…lights； the cuadrillas opening out behind； the picadors riding after； behind came the bullring servants and the jingling mules。 The crowd applauded Hernandez as they marched across the arena。 Arrogant； swinging； they looked straight ahead as they marched。
They bowed before the president； and the procession broke up into its component parts。 The bullfighters went over to the barrera and changed their heavy mantles for the light fighting capes。 The mules went out。 The picadors galloped jerkily around the ring； and two rode out the gate they had come in by。 The servants swept the sand smooth。
Manuel drank a glass of water poured for him by one of Retanaˇs deputies； who was acting as his manager and sword…handler。 Hernandez came over from speaking with his own manager。
¨You got a good hand； kid；〃 Manuel complimented him。
¨They like me；〃 Hernandez said happily。
¨How did the paseo go？〃 Manuel asked Retanaˇs man。
¨Like a wedding；〃 said the handler。 ¨Fine。 You came out like Joselito and Belmonte。〃
Zurito rode by； a bulky equestrian statue。 He wheeled his horse and faced him towards the toril on the far side of the ring where the bull would come out。 It was strange under the arc…light。 He pic…ed in the hot afternoon sun for big money。 He didnˇt like this arc…light business。 He wished they would get started。
Manuel went up to him。
¨Pic him； Manos；〃 he said。 ¨Cut him down to size for me。〃
¨Iˇll pic him； kid；〃 Zurito spat on the sand。 ¨Iˇll make him jump out of the ring。〃
¨Lean on him； Manos；〃 Manuel said。
¨Iˇll lean on him；〃 Zurito said。 ¨Whatˇs holding it up？〃
¨Heˇs coming now；〃 Manuel said。
Zurito sat there； his feet in the box…stirrups； his great legs in the buckskin…covered armor gripping the horse； the reins in his left hand； the long pic held in his right hand； his broad hat well down over his eyes to shade them from the lights； watching the distant door of the toril。 His horseˇs ears quivered。 Zurito patted him with his left hand。
The red door of the toril swung back and for a moment Zurito looked into the empty passage…way far across the arena。 Then the bull came out in a rush； skidding on his four legs as he came out under the lights； then charging in a gallop； moving softly in a fast gallop； silent except as he woofed through wide nostrils as he charged； glad to be free after the dark pen。
In the first row of seats； slightly bored； leaning forward to write on the cement wall in front of his knees； the substitute bullfight critic of El Heraldo scribbled： ¨Campagnero； Negro； 42； came out at 90 miles an hour with plenty of gas〃
Manuel； leaning against the barrera； watching the bull； waved his hand and the gypsy ran out； trailing his cape。 The bull； in full gallop； pivoted and charged the cape； his head down； his tail rising。 The gypsy moved in a zigzag and as he passed； the bull caught sight of him and abandoned the cape to charge the man。 The gyp sprinted and vaulted the red fence of the barrera as the bull struck it with his horns。 He tossed into it twice with his horns； banging into the wood blindly。
The critic of El Heraldo lit a cigarette and tossed the match at the bull； then wrote in his notebook； ¨large and with enough horns to satisfy the cash customers； Campagnero showed a tendency to cut into the terrain of the bullfighters。〃
Manuel stepped out on the hard sand as the bull banged into the fence。 Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zurito sitting the white horse close to the barrera； about a quarter of the way around the ring to the left。 Manuel held the cape close in front of him； a fold in each hand； and shouted at the bull。 ¨Huh！ Huh！〃 the bull turned； seemed to brace against the fence as he charged in a scramble； driving into the cape as Manuel side…stepped； pivoted on his heels with the charge of the bull； and swung the cape just ahead of the horns。 At the end of the cape he was facing the bull again and held the cape in the same position close in front of his body； and pivoted again as the bull recharged。 Each time； as he swung； the crowd shouted。
Four times he swung with the bull； lifting the cape so it billowed full； and each time bringing the bull around to charge again。 Then； at the end of the fifth swing； he held the cape against his hip and pivoted； so the cape swung out like a ballet dancerˇs skirt and wound the bull around himself like a belt； to step clear； leaving the bull facing Zurito on the white horse； come up and planted firm； the horse facing the bull； its ears forward； its lips nervous； Zurito； his hat over his eyes； leaning forward； the long pole sticking out before and behind in a sharp angle under his right arm； held halfway down； the triangular iron point facing the bull。
El Heraldoˇs second…string critic； drawing on his cigarette； his eyes on the bull； wrote： ˉthe veteran Manolo designed a series of acceptable veronicas； ending in a very Belmontistic recorte that earned applause from the regulars； and we entered the tercio of the cavalry。〃
Zurito sat his horse； measuring the distance between the bull and the end of the pic。 As he looked； the bull gathered himself together and charged； his eyes on the horseˇs chest。 As he lowered his head to hook； Zurito sunk the point of the pic in the swelling hump of muscle above the bullˇs shoulder； leaned all his weight on the shaft； and with his left hand pulled the white horse into the air； front hoofs pawing； and swung him to the right as he pushed the bull under and through so that the horns passed safely under the horseˇs belly and the horse came down； quivering； the bullˇs tail brushing his chest as he charged the cape Hernandez offered him。
Hernandez ran sideways； taking the bull out and away with the cape； toward the other picador。 He fixed him with a swing of the cape； squarely facing the horse and rider； and stepped back。 As the bull saw the horse he charged。 The picadorˇs lance slid along his back； and as the shock of the charge lifted the horse； the picador was already half…way out of the saddle； lifting his right leg clear as he missed with the lance and falling to the left side to keep the horse between him and the bull。 The horse； lifted and gored； crashed over with the bull driving into him； the picador gave a shove with his boots against the horse and lay clear； waiting to be lifted and hauled away and put on his feet。
Manuel let the bull drive into the fallen horse； he was in no hurry； the picador was safe； besides； it did a picador like that good to worry。 Heˇd stay on longer next time。 Lousy pics！ He looked across the sand at Zurito a little way out from the barrera； his horse rigid； waiting。
¨Huh！〃 he called to the bull； ¨Tomar！〃 holding the cape in both hands so it would catch his eye。 The bull detached himself from the horse and charged the cape； and Manuel； running sideways and holding the cape spread wide； stopped； swung on his heels； and brought the bull sharply around facing Zurito。
¨Campagnero accepted a pair of varas for the death of one rosinante； with Hernandez and Manolo at the quites；〃 El Heraldoˇs critic wrote。 ¨He pressed on the iron and clearly showed he was no horse…lover。 The veteran Zurito resurrected some of his old stuff with the pike…pole； notably the suerte〃
¨Ol？！ Ol？！〃 the man sitting beside him shouted。 The shout was lost in the roar of the crowd； and he slapped the critic on the back。 The critic looked up to see Zurito； directly below him； leaning far out over his horse； the length of the pic rising in a sharp angle under his armpit； holding the pic almost by the point； bearing down with all his weight； holding the bull off； the bull pushing and driving to get at the horse； and Zurito； far out； on top of him； holding him； holding him； and slowly pivoting the horse against the pressure； so that at last he was clear。 Zurito felt the moment when the horse was clear and the bull could come past； and relaxed the absolute steel lock of his resistance； and the triangular steel point of the pic ripped in the bullˇs hump of shoulder muscle as he tore loose to find Hernandezˇs cape before his muzzle。 He charged blindly into the cape and the boy took him out into the open arena。
Zurito sat patting his horse and looking at the bull charging the cape that Hernandez swung for him out under the bright light while the crowd shouted。
¨You see that one？〃 he said to Manuel。
¨It was a wonder；〃 Manuel said。
¨I got him that time；〃 Zurito said。 ¨Look at him now。〃
At the conclusion of a closely turned pass of the cape the bull slid to his knees。 He was up at once； but far out across the sand Manuel and Zurito saw the shine of the pumping flow of blood； smooth against the black of the bullˇs shoulder。
¨I got him that time；〃 Zurito said。
¨Heˇs a good bull；〃 Manuel said。
¨If they gave me another shot at him； Iˇd kill him；〃 Zurito said。
¨Theyˇll change the thirds on us；〃 Manuel said。
¨Look at him now；〃 Zurito said。
¨I got to go over there；〃 Manuel said； and started on a run for the other side of the ring； where the monos were leading a horse out by the bridle toward the bull； whacking him on the legs with rods and all； in a procession； trying to get him towards the bull； who stood； dropping his h
