As the Captain yodeled his mysterious hullabaloo (Derfegertz had heard neither crow nor raven within her lifetime), the young lady with which he had been putting on such a performance picked him up around the middle.

It was not without effort and strain, but she had bench-pressed heavier and after all, the motion was more symbolic than anything! She let out her own cry, another ostensibly-a-bull-roar, straightening her legs and back so that the Captain was lifted more than a foot off the ground, and, as people cheered, she carefully gave a spin of her own. "Never underestimate the bull!" she laughed, short-of-breath with the effort. This one was not light!