Friday, April 10, 2009

ACTION! The picador pulled his feeble horse round slowly, to face the bull, and slowly he leaned forward and shoved his lance-point into the bull's shoulder. The bull, as if the horse were a great wasp that had stung him deep, suddenly lowered his head in a jerk of surprise and lifted his horns straight up into the horse's abdomen. And without more ado, over went horse and rider, like a tottering monument upset.

SUSPENSE! 'Why doesn't the horse move? Why doesn't it run away from the bull?' she asked in repelled amazement, of Owen.

QUEER UNIFORMS! Two horsemen in gay uniforms and bearing long staffs had suddenly ridden into the ring.

All in the next book-blogging installment of The Plumed Serpent