Canon: Training
Jun. 30th, 2012 06:08 pmWhen we had finished beginners' lessons, we could do a hand-spring, and somersault forward or back, and some of us could run at the Vaulting-horse and swing ourselves over straight-standing on our hands....
From anywhere in the Bull Court, you could see the Bull of Daidalos. It was called so after its first deviser, though since then every part of it had been renewed a dozen times, save for the fine bronze horns worn smooth with unnumbered hand-grips. Everyone said the horns were Daidalos' own handiwork. There was a perch in the hollow body, between the shoulders, where the trainer's boy would sit to work the levers which made the head swing or toss. We would dance and sway out of the way, while Aktor shouted, "No! No! Move as if he was your lover! You lead him on, you give him the slip, you make him sweat for you; but it's a love-affair and the whole world knows it." It was the youths he thus exhorted, rather than the girls; for this was Crete.
We learned on the Bull of Daidalos how dancers can save each other and themselves: how to twine the bull's horns with your legs and arms so that he cannot gore you; how to grasp the horns from before and from behind and sideways, in leaping on and in getting away; how to confuse him by covering his eyes. You are not allowed to harm him, even to save your life; he is the dwelling palce of the god.
At first I did not see how such things could be possible with an able-bodied bull. But in Crete they have been bred to the bull-dance for a thousand years. They are splendid to look at: huge, strong, and with great godlike heads; but they are slow, and the wits have been bred out of them. One that was brisk and busy, like the bulls at home, and wouldmake his kill before there had been a show, was used for sacrifice. Still, Cretan bulls are bulls when all is said; you can never be sure of them. When they grow helpful, and seem to know the dance as well as you do, that is the time to beware.
In the second month of our training, we saw the bull-dance for the first time...
-Theseus of Athens, team leader of the Cranes, The King Must Die
From anywhere in the Bull Court, you could see the Bull of Daidalos. It was called so after its first deviser, though since then every part of it had been renewed a dozen times, save for the fine bronze horns worn smooth with unnumbered hand-grips. Everyone said the horns were Daidalos' own handiwork. There was a perch in the hollow body, between the shoulders, where the trainer's boy would sit to work the levers which made the head swing or toss. We would dance and sway out of the way, while Aktor shouted, "No! No! Move as if he was your lover! You lead him on, you give him the slip, you make him sweat for you; but it's a love-affair and the whole world knows it." It was the youths he thus exhorted, rather than the girls; for this was Crete.
We learned on the Bull of Daidalos how dancers can save each other and themselves: how to twine the bull's horns with your legs and arms so that he cannot gore you; how to grasp the horns from before and from behind and sideways, in leaping on and in getting away; how to confuse him by covering his eyes. You are not allowed to harm him, even to save your life; he is the dwelling palce of the god.
At first I did not see how such things could be possible with an able-bodied bull. But in Crete they have been bred to the bull-dance for a thousand years. They are splendid to look at: huge, strong, and with great godlike heads; but they are slow, and the wits have been bred out of them. One that was brisk and busy, like the bulls at home, and wouldmake his kill before there had been a show, was used for sacrifice. Still, Cretan bulls are bulls when all is said; you can never be sure of them. When they grow helpful, and seem to know the dance as well as you do, that is the time to beware.
In the second month of our training, we saw the bull-dance for the first time...
-Theseus of Athens, team leader of the Cranes, The King Must Die