Perspiration flooded the pale faces of the two bull keepers. Now neither was thinking of his own dignity or self- esteem. The backs of both men pressed against each other until they became almost one flesh. The four hands that were pushing the bulls'noses weakened more and more. The heavy roars and the hot breaths of both bulls were like the signals from the messenger of Yama, the god of death then suddenly the bulls sprang into each other.