"'Let out the priest.
"'We've had three thieves, let us have the priest.
"'Two thieves, a short peasant said to the man who had shouted. 'It was two thieves with Our Lord.
"'Whose Lord? the man said, his face angry and red.
"'In the manner of speaking it is said Our Lord.
"'He isn't my Lord; not in joke, said the other. 'And thee hadst best watch thy mouth if thou dost not want to walk between the lines.
"'I am as good a Libertarian Republican as thou, the short peasant said. 'I struck Don Ricardo across the mouth. I struck Don Federico across the back. I missed Don Benito. But I say Our Lord is the formal way of speaking of the man in question and that it was two thieves.
"'I obscenity in the milk of thy Republicanism. You speak of Don this and Don that.
"'Here are they so called.
"'Not by me, the cabrones. And thy Lord- Hi! Here comes a new one!
"It was then that we saw a disgraceful sight, for the man who walked out of the doorway of the Ayuntamiento was Don Faustino Rivero, the oldest son of his father, Don Celestino Rivero, a land owner. He was tall and his hair was yellow and it was freshly combed back from his forehead for he always carried a comb in his pocket and he had combed his hair now before coming out. He was a great annoyer of girls, and he was a coward, and he had always wished to be an amateur bullfighter. He went much with gypsies and with builfighters and with bull raisers and delighted to wear the Andalucian costume, but he had no courage and was considered a joke. One time he was announced to appear in an amateur benefit fight for the old people's home in Avila and to kill a bull from on horseback in the Andalucian style, which he had spent much time practising, and when he had seen the size of the bull that had been substituted for him in place of the little one, weak in the legs, he had picked out himself, he had said he was sick and, some said, put three fingers down his throat to make himself vomit.
"When the lines saw him, they commenced to shout, Hola, Don Faustino. Take care not to vomit.
"'Listen to me, Don Faustino. There are beautiful girls over the cliff.
"'Don Faustino. Wait a minute and we will bring out a bull bigger than the other.
"And another shouted, 'Listen to me, Don Faustino. Hast thou ever heard speak of death?
"Don Faustino stood there, still acting brave. He was still under the impulse that had made him announce to the others that he was going out. It was the same impulse that had made him announce himself for the bullfight. That had made him believe and hope that he could be an amateur matador. Now he was inspired by the example of Don Ricardo and he stood there looking both handsome and brave and he made his face scornful. But he could not speak.
"'Come, Don Faustino, some one called from the line. 'Come, Don Faustino. Here is the biggest bull of all.
"Don Faustino stood looking out and I think as he looked, that there was no pity for him on either side of the line. Still he looked both handsome and superb; but time was shortening and there was only one direction to go.
"'Don Faustino, some one called. 'What are you waiting for, Don Faustino?
"'He is preparing to vomit, some one said and the lines laughed.
"'Don Faustino, a peasant called. 'Vomit if it will give thee pleasure. To me it is all the same.
"Then, as we watched, Don Faustino looked along the lines and across the square to the cliff and then when he saw the cliff and the emptiness beyond, he turned quickly and ducked back toward the entrance of the Ayuntamiento.
"All the lines roared and some one shouted in a high voice, 'Where do you go, Don Faustino? Where do you go?
"'He goes to throw up, shouted another and they all laughed again.
"Then we saw Don Faustino coming out again with Pablo behind him with the shotgun. All of his style was gone now. The sight of the lines had taken away his type and his style and he came out now with Pablo behind him as though Pablo were cleaning a Street and Don Faustino was what he was pushing ahead of him. Don Faustino came out now and he was crossing himself and praying and then he put his hands in front of his eyes and walked down the steps toward the lines.
"'Leave him alone, some one shouted. 'Don't touch him.
"The lines understood and no one made a move to touch Don Faustino and, with his hands shaking and held in front of his eyes, and with his mouth moving, he walked along between the lines.
"No one said anything and no one touched him and, when he was halfway through the lines, he could go no farther and fell to his knees.
"No one struck him. I was walking along parallel to the line to see what happened to him and a peasant leaned down and lifted him to his feet and said, 'Get up, Don Faustino, and keep walking. The bull has not yet come out.
"Don Faustino could not walk alone and the peasant in a black smock helped him on one side and another peasant in a black smock and herdsman's boots helped him on the other, supporting him by the arms and Don Faustino walking along between the lines with his hands over his eyes, his lips never quiet, and his yellow hair slicked on his head and shining in the sun, and as he passed the peasants would say, 'Don Faustino, buen provecho. Don Faustino, that you should have a good appetite, and others said, 'Don Faustino, a sus ordenes. Don Faustino at your orders, and one, who had failed at bullfighting himself, said, 'Don Faustino. Matador, a sus ordenes, and another said, 'Don Faustino, there are beautiful girls in heaven, Don Faustino. And they walked Don Faustino through the lines, holding him close on either side, holding him up as he walked, with him with his hands over his eyes. But he must have looked through his fingers, because when they came to the edge of the cliff with him, he knelt again, throwing himself down and clutching the ground and holding to the grass, saying, 'No. No. No. Please. NO. Please. Please. No. No.
"Then the peasants who were with him and the others, the hard ones of the end of the line, squatted quickly behind him as he knelt, and gave him a rushing push and he was over the edge without ever having been beaten and you heard him crying loud and high as he fell.
"It was then I knew that the lines had become cruel and it was first the insults of Don Ricardo and second the cowardice of Don Faustino that had made them so.
"'Let us have another, a peasant called out and another peasant slapped him on the back and said, 'Don Faustino! What a thing! Don Faustino!
"'He's seen the big bull now, another said. 'Throwing up will never help him, now.
"'In my life, another peasant said, 'in my life I've never seen a thing like Don Faustino.
"'There are others, another peasant said. 'Have patience. Who knows what we may yet see?
"'There may be giants and dwarfs, the first peasant said. 'There may be Negroes and rare beasts from Africa. But for me never, never will there be anything like Don Faustino. But let's have another one! Come on. Let's have another one!
"The drunkards were handing around bottles of anis and cognac that they had looted from the bar of the club of the fascists, drinking them down like wine, and many of the men in the lines were beginning to be a little drunk, too, from drinking after the strong emotion of Don Benito, Don Federico, Don Ricardo and especially Don Faustino. Those who did not drink from the bottles of liquor were drinking from leather wineskins that were passed about and one handed a wineskin to me and I took a long drink, letting the wine run cool down my throat from the leather bota for I was very thirsty, too.
"'To kill gives much thirst, the man with the wineskin said to me.
" Que va, I said. 'Hast thou killed?
"'We have killed four, he said, proudly. 'Not counting the civiles. Is it true that thee killed one of the civiles, Pilar?
"'Not one, I said. 'I shot into the smoke when the wall fell, as did the others. That is all.
"'Where got thee the pistol, Pilar?
"'From Pablo. Pablo gave it to me after he killed the civiles.
"'Killed he them with this pistol?