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It is the morning of Pacote’s last fight, the finale of a great career. The city of Sevilla waits, heavy with anticipation. But Pacote finds he is afraid, and fears disgrace in the ring. Time, once his friend, now presses him on to the moment when the gate opens and the first bull enters the ring. You are there in the stands with the screaming crowd and in the lonely emptiness at the center of the arena with only a red cap and a slender sword. You are there for one of the most magnificent passages ever written on bullfighting. “Conrad, himself a veteran of the bullring, knows the sport even better than Hemingway. And he writes about it magnificently...a tale of high courage, throbbing with excitement.” —Book of the Month Club

It is the morning of Pacote's last fight, the finale of one of the greatest careers in Spain. The posters are up, the great black bulls are waiting, and a heavy air of expectancy hangs over the city. Pacote, alone in his dressing room, feels the heavy ball of fear pressing against his heart. For he knows that he has been falling off, that he will be unable to face the bulls this day, that he will disgrace himself before the young upstart who is fighting with him and before the crowd that has immortalized him too soon. And there is a woman ... the woman. From the moment the gate is opened and the first bull enters the ring, you are there in the stands with the screaming crowd, at the ringside with the sweating sword handlers and the banderilleros, and in the lonely emptiness at the center of the arena with only a red cape and a slender sword.

It is the morning of Pacote's last fight, the finale of a great career. The city of Sevilla waits, heavy with anticipation. But Pacote finds he is afraid, and fears disgrace in the ring. Time, once his friend, now presses him on to the moment when the gate opens and the first bull enters the ring. You are there in the stands with the screaming crowd and in the lonely emptiness at the center of the arena with only a red cap and a slender sword. You are there for one of the most magnificent passages ever written on bullfighting. "Conrad, himself a veteran of the bull ring, knows the sport even better than Hemingway. And he writes about it magnificently...a tale of high courage, throbbing with excitement." (B-O-M-C News)