The rain fell on the sound of the bugles and carpeted the promenade appeasing the wind. Inside was waiting a lady from Fuente Ymbro, tremendously curdled, serious and old, almost all in her fifties, whole black and armed like a regiment of lancers.
After 13 minutes of 7 in the afternoon, a bull of imposing trapío Trapío, traught and turned on its terrifying head the disheveled body of Adrián de Torres.