Waking in Victoria's arms, Diego breathed in the scent of roses. He gently removed her arms from his chest, and slipped out of bed. It was just before dawn, and he had work to do.

In his own room, he dressed quickly, and shaved. Making eye contact with his reflection, he shook his head. Who could have imagined that Zorro would have to help him with his son?

He ran lightly to the library and its fireplace, then through to the passage and the stallion. He grabbed the black outfit, and fetched a beginner's sword from the sword rack.