gastronome neighbours would call a _bifstec à l’Espagnole_, faintly
recall to many a dark scowling priest the superior attractions of his
former amphitheatre, the _auto de fe_.
The last trumpet now sounds, the arena is cleared, and the _matador_,
the executioner, the man of death, stands before his victim alone; on
entering, he addresses the president, and throws his cap to the ground.
In his right hand he holds a long straight Toledan blade; in his left he
waves the _muleta_, the red flag, or the _engaño_, the lure, which ought
not (so Romero laid down in our hearing) to be so large as the standard
of a religious brotherhood, nor so small as a lady’s pocket-handkerchief,
but about a yard square. The colour is always red, because that best
irritates the bull and conceals blood. There is always a spare slayer at
hand in case of accidents, which may happen in the best regulated
bull-fights.
[Sidenote: PREPARATION FOR EXECUTION.]
The _matador_, from being alone, concentrates in himself all the
interest as regards the human species, which was before frittered away
among the many other combatants, as was the case in the ancient
gladiatorial shows of Rome. He advances to the bull, in order to entice
him towards him, or, in nice technical idiom, _citarlo á la jurisdiccion
del engaño_, to cite him into the jurisdiction of the trick; in plain
English, to subpœna him, or, as our ring would say, get his head into
chancery. And this trial is nearly as awful, as the matador stands
confronted with his foe, in the presence of inexorable witnesses, the
bar and judges, who would rather see the bull kill _him_ twice over,
than that he should kill the bull contrary to the rules and practice of
the court and tauromachian precedent. In these brief but trying moments
the matador generally looks pale and anxious, as well he may, for life
hangs on the edge of a razor, but he presents a fine picture of fixed
purpose and concentration of moral energy. And Seneca said truly that
the world had seen as many examples of courage in gladiators, as in the
Catos and Scipios.
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