Morante de la Puebla was urged to pass through the holy water of the Christ of Medinaceli so that the evil fario would drain into the pile. He had a few drops left over so that, of four bulls raffled in Madrid, one has given him a handful of attacks.
Four wonders were enough for Morante to return the four feathers – that film by Zoltan Korda – of those who called him a coward. The fate changed after the bluff that gathered the painting of the very handsome, tame and, in the end, disappointing run of Alcurrucén.