From THE TALE OF THE FARM BOY AND THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

You love me, you know," bantered the bull, undaunted.

With the final pass of the cape, he had traveled beyond the edge of the cliff and was now standing in pure daylight.

"Humph," parried the matador, somewhat preoccupied with eschatological events.

As the bull had anticipated, the matador considered himself far too busy with the detailed choreography of his profession for such sentimental self-sacrifice.

"But Seņor Matador," blushed the beast, "I would happily confront reality, if only you would explain it to me."

Whereupon the gentlest of warm winds kissed the matador's cheek and the red cape drifted off the cliff into the tumultuous sea below.

--XineAnn: The Tale of the Farm Boy and the Queen of the Night