The Man Behind the Mask

by CMA6725

Last in my four-part series set in a post-„A Conspiracy of Blood" Los Angeles, the story aims at giving Diego/Zorro a chance to fulfill his promises to Victoria and make his father the proudest man in California. The reasons behind his reveal, however, unexpected and dangerous, might result in either glory or downfall.

The Man Behind the Mask

Summary: NWZ – Last in my four-part series set in a post-„A Conspiracy of Blood" Los Angeles, the story aims at giving Diego/Zorro a chance to fulfill his promises to Victoria and make his father the proudest man in Los Angeles. The reasons behind his reveal, however, unexpected and dangerous, might result in either glory or downfall.

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by the NWZ tv series (and, in this particular case, also by the WDZ) and it is dedicated to all the fans out there. It is not intended to infringe on the copyrights held by Goodman/Rosen Production, New World Television, Zorro Productions, the estate of Johnston McCulley or on any others who might have a legal claim on the characters. The ideas, however, are my own Comments are appreciated!

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Clarification: This story, as three previous ones - titled Close Call, The New Doctor and Mama Mia - start from the premise that Diego did tell his father Gilberto Risendo believed he was Zorro but his father, despite having just witnessed him fight, was unable to believe such an idea and dismissed it as some other nonsense cooked up by his lost son in his search for vengeance. At seeing his father's distress at the thought of losing him, Diego decided not to correct him, instead agreeing that the notion that he was Zorro was absurd. Eventually, Don Alejandro managed to even doubt what he had seen that day and his memory of his sons' fight dissipated. While he never again treated Diego as a coward, the old don still insisted his son was no fighter and decided he had to make sure he keeps Diego out of harm's way. Of course, he never stopped bothering him about spending too much time reading instead of looking for a wife, but he did find some consolation in Diego's decision to adopt Felipe who, although a young man by now, was, from the old man's perspective, a true De la Vega.

Further clarifications: As the series' timeline is quite a bit confuse (one of its rather limited number of flaws) I have decided on my own timeline, starting with Diego's return to Los Angeles in 1812 – as he was born in 1788 – and makes no sense to assume he went to university when he was in his late 20s. Finally, I need to mention that these stories are meant to be considered as episodes for the show, rather than short stories.

If you don't want to read the previous three stories in the series (although you might find them fun and they are referenced in this one), here is a short brief (spoilers ahead!): Zorro took a bullet defending his father from bandits, just after Diego officially adopted Felipe, and barely escaped being captured by De Soto. The new doctor proved to be a beautiful, smart and ahead-of-her-time woman who, after becoming Diego's best friend, eventually married Ignacio De Soto and, set on molding him into a better man, she forced her new husband to give up his job as alcalde, become an haciendado and to remain in Los Angeles as Mexico took over California. This, in turn, led to him bringing over his widowed mother from Spain, a kind, good woman who's character was the exact opposite of her son's. Growing fond of the De La Vegas, she eventually married the new alcalde, Don Alejandro, Diego suddenly finding himself related to his nemesis (couldn't resist the irony!). Felipe did recover his voice, although it was a different word he first pronounced this time. Finally, after the sudden death of Victoria's brother, Francisco, and that of his wife, she and Ramon adopted their niece who immediately attached herself to Diego, calling him "papi". All caught up now!

Enjoy!

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I don't understand, father! Said Diego while crossing the plaza from the tavern, towards the Alcalde's office. Why would the new governor ask for most of your men to go to Monterrey for training just as he is coming to Los Angeles? Glancing towards the cuartel, he casually noticed Sergent Mendoza and one of his lancers wearing a white ribbon, carefully attached to his uniform on the right side of their chest. He did not grant too much attention to that detail although, truth be told, he did wonder what possessed army men to wear ribbons when they were clearly infringing on military dress code. He almost asked his father but then he remembered the new alcalde did not care so much for those regulations and, whenever there was no reason to impose them – such as an official visit, for example -, he did let the men go around infringing some of them. But today there was an official visit scheduled...A visit of the new Mexican Governor, no less.

Who knows, son? These politicians are quite hard to understand. I just hope he is a reasonable man. If he is anything like the former ones...Diego, if I see another politician asking me to capture Zorro, I swear...Don Alejandro muttered this last phrase barely able to contain his anger.

Father! I think we should meet the governor before jumping to any conclusion. It is just this decision to decrease the number of soldiers guarding the pueblo, right as he gets here, that bothers me.

I don't know, Diego...I am not sure he is any better than the other ones. You know I asked him for a full pardon for Zorro two months ago and he has yet to give me any sort of reply?

A full pardon for Zorro? Asked Diego, unaware his father had written to the governor on the subject.

Well, I hardly think it right for the man to be considered an outlaw after all he has done for us, Diego! Furthermore, Victoria deserves to be happy and Marysol deserves a real father. Although, judging by his almost on-purpose avoidance of the little girl, I am not sure he will actually make such a good father as Victoria hopes. You know she told me that, somehow, Marysol has not yet met Zorro, despite having been here for months already?

There was some truth in his father's words and Diego knew it quite well. He had been more careful in his visits to the Tavern to meet with Victoria, since Marysol had arrived. But there was also a good reason for that. The day Victoria's niece got to Los Angeles and threw herself into his arms calling him her new "papi", he had decided he was not going to share that little girl with his alter ego. Not because he had a vague feeling the girl would not be as easily deceived as everybody else – she was just a two-year-old toddler, how would she be able to know better? – although he did consider that, but because he saw no reason to let her get just as attached to the illusion he had created as Victoria did.

And you believe that, by receiving a full pardon, Zorro will reveal his identity? Diego asked his father

Of course he will, son! You don't imagine he wants to hide behind a mask his entire life! He did make a promise to Victoria ten years ago! Perhaps he should finally keep it! Ten years is a very long time. Oh, I tell you, Diego, I am quite looking forward to finding out who the man is! I really hope you two can be friends! There is much you can learn from him, son! You know he took a bullet for me?

Yes, you told me the story quite a few times, father. Replied Diego almost feeling again the pain that bullet had caused him.

By the way, son! May I just say you look quite dashing in this attire? The old Don felt the need to point out as his son was wearing black knee-length boots, white pants, a rather simple white shirt and a dark-blue bandana around his waist, an attire he had set upon wearing every time he would work in the doctor's office, since he felt more at ease in it than in one of his suits. It is true, son! He continued, as Diego tried to disprove out of a sense of modesty. I noticed quite a few senoritas turning their heads to look at you!

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An hour later, as Don Alejandro was instructing the men on how to receive the Governor, due to arrive later that afternoon, a coach entered at full speed in the pueblo, accompanied by four armed soldiers.

A doctor! Yelled one of them. Fetch a doctor now!

Diego hurried out of the office, as did many others, at hearing the commotion.

I can help, Sergent! Answered Diego who, having proven a very fast-learner, was, by now, sharing work in the doctor's office with Jessie, instead of just helping her. What happened?

It is the governor. There was an assassination attempt on him and he was shot. Answered the man. He is in the carriage with his daughter.

Bring him to my office! Asked Diego, after inspecting the wound. Hurry! He added after seeing that the governor had clearly lost a lot of blood and had already passed out.

Diego tested the governor's blood, then studied a list he had made when he had stumbled upon the idea of blood types. Jessie had been so impressed by his discovery that she practically begged him to help her run the medical office, a decision to which he agreed reluctantly but never regretted.

Soldier! He asked one of the two men guarding outside, after deciding on a name on the list. Go out to the garrison and call for Sergent Mendoza to come here!

The Governor's man left in a hurry and rushed back minutes later with Diego's friend.

You sent for me, Don Diego? Asked the Sergent at entering the cabinet.

Yes, Sergent. Diego confirmed as he was cleaning up the wound, preparing to operate. The governor needs blood and yours should be compatible. I am not sure he can make it without it.

My blood, Don Diego? But...can I live without it? Asked the Sergent, fearing the reply was No! and he would have to do it anyway.

I just need some of it, Sergent! You will have plenty left! Diego reassured him. You'll need to lay on this table. I shall take care of the rest. He added, in a soft voice, taking out a watch to make sure he stops the transfusion in time.

An hour later, as he finished the operation, Diego exited the cabinet.

Is my father going to recover, doctor? Asked Senorita Josefa, the governor's daughter who was impatiently waiting outside for news.

Fortunately, no internal organ was affected. He answered. The governor is just waking up, senorita. You may go in! He continued, exiting to the plaza for some fresh air.

At the very moment he left the office, determined to give the young woman some time alone with her father, about twenty more soldiers poured into the pueblo, one of them carrying a blood-stained body on his horse.

Sergent! One of the men asked, addressing Mendoza, who was feeling particularly dizzy after his blood donation and was resting in a chair situated on the porch outside the Alcalde's office. We need a proper place to put Capitan Do Santos' body until a funeral can be arranged. Can you point us towards the morgue?

Morgue? There is no morgue in Los Angeles, soldier. Answered Mendoza. But my men will show you to a room in the barracks where you can leave him.

Did you say Capitan Dos Santos? Asked Diego, who overheard the man.

Si. Capitan Emmanuel Dos Santos, senor. The soldier confirmed with sadness in his eyes.

Diego turned livid and ran to the horse where the body was.

Emmanuel! He whispered at reaching to look at the man's face. What happened to him? He asked, suddenly remembering his years in Spain, made easier by Emmanuel's constant company and devoted friendship.

Diego had not seen him since he had returned to California but they had been in correspondence and, although the letters seemed to arrive further and further apart, he knew quite well that Emmanuel had eventually decided to join the Military. He was always a good fighter, his fencing skills making him quite a competition for Diego, although, after long, friendly matches and to Emmanuel's constant frustration, he would always end up winning. Emmanuel was not, however, a bitter looser as his admiration for Diego would only seem to grow every time he found himself defeated.

He was also one of the most intelligent men Diego had ever known, their enquiring minds and passion for finding ways to better the world being what drew them together in the first place. It was, perhaps, also what drove them apart since Emmanuel knew very well of Diego's disapproval for the career he had embarked on, as his friend never made his aversion to the Uniform a secret to him during those years in Madrid. Diego, on his part, had no idea that Emmanuel was in California, least of all, under the command of the newly-appointed Governor, since he had not received any letter from his friend in over a year. The sudden realization that the same friend was now dead filled Diego with sadness.

He was shot off his horse, senor, as we were fighting the men who attacked the Governor. Answered the soldier, unable to understand the stranger's interest in his commander's faith.

Indeed, the man had a gun wound in his back but, at inspecting it, Diego realized that the bleeding had not stopped as it should have happened if the man was truly dead.

He is still alive! Diego exclaimed hopeful, after checking for his pulse. Come, take him to the tavern! He asked two of the soldier, knowing that there was no more room for another patient in the rather small medical office. There might still be time to save his life!

At the tavern, Diego requested for his friend to be taken to a room and, after making sure there was enough light for him to operate, he brought his equipment, intended on doing all he could to save Emmanuel's life.

Care to explain what is going on, Sergent? Diego asked Dos Santos' man at exiting the room, after making sure his friend was resting comfortably and had the best chance for survival he could have offered him.

We were ambushed on our way here, senor. Thirty men on horseback. The Captain and the other men stayed behind to give us a chance to escape with the Governor. He replied, his voice tainted with a sense of guilt at having escaped the ordeal that might have cost his commander's life.

Thirty men? Do you know who they were? Asked Diego

Rebel military! Answered the Governor at entering the tavern with the help of his daughter and a soldier.

Diego looked towards the door, surprised to see the man walking after having just been operated on. His father and Sergent Mendoza were following him as he entered.

You should be resting, Your Excellency! He said concerned, as the people in the tavern, not sure of the protocol to follow in his presence, suddenly stopped eating and drinking, focusing on the man, like soldiers expecting his orders.

Will my man be alright, doctor? The Governor asked, instead of answering, ignoring the sudden silence in the room.

I did all I could. It is up to him now. Diego assured him, his expression betraying much more concern than the Governor expected.

The Governor was a man in his late forties, a military if one was to judge by his manner, although he was not wearing a uniform. Despite that, he had a kind face and a sad look, as if constantly pondering over some old, bad memories.

I understand I owe you my life, senor. He told Diego, gratefully. It is a pity your efforts were in vain. He added, sorely smiling at his daughter who was looking at him with inquiring eyes.

In vain? Asked Diego, not understanding what the man was saying.

Those men are after us and the ones that attacked on our way here are just part of their forces, as they still have about double as many more in infantry. Or so my soldiers inform me... An army of almost one hundred men is to pour into this pueblo before nightfall, he added, making everyone in the tavern skittish at hearing what the man was saying, and we have only twenty-five of my soldiers and about twenty lancers to protect it. Explained the Governor. The chances are certainly not in our favor. He added.

Your Excellency, intervened Don Alejandro, there are only six lancers in the garrison right now, not twenty. You, yourself, asked but a few days ago for most of my men to go to Monterrey, for military training!

I did not give such an order, Alcalde! Said the Governor.

But I have received the order bearing your official stamp only three days ago! Protested Don Alejandro looking at his son, suddenly realizing his concern was quite well-founded.

You mean to say we have thirty men to defend Los Angeles against an army of a hundred? Asked Diego looking worried at his father.

It appears so, doctor. Confirmed the Governor. This means that, since it is me they want, turning me in is the only way to protect the pueblo.

Turning you in? But they will surely kill you, Governor! Don Alejandro found himself saying.

Hence the inutility of the doctor's fine work, Alcalde. The Governor replied

Do you mean to say you intend to sacrifice yourself to save us, Your Excellency? Asked Diego unsure he had heard him right.

Do you think I have any other options? At least, that way, they might leave you all alone. He answered, kindly looking at the people around the room.

You cannot do that, father! Begged his daughter. You cannot leave me alone!

You will not be alone, my dear! You have Fernando. He will take good care of you! The governor tried to calm his daughter, regretting his decision to have her accompany him on the journey. He was also regretting his decision to come to Los Angeles in the first place, for more than one reason.

There are many people in Los Angeles, Governor! We have had our share of difficulties. Let us organize a defense! Asked Don Alejandro, convinced he could do just as good a job at defending the pueblo, now that he was also Alcalde, as he once did when a band of outlaws had put the town under siege.

Farmers are no match for a well-trained army, father. Said Diego, pensive, as the Governor suddenly realized that the man who had just saved his life was also the alcalde's son.

He had not realized that before but he had heard of the alcalde of Los Angeles. He had also heard of his son, from Dos Santos' accounts. His man had many times referred to Diego de la Vega, in their conversations.

And I don't want any innocent to die for me, Alcalde! Added the Governor.

Diego stared at the man before him, willing to sacrifice himself for the good of others. "Is California finally in the hands of a good ruler?" He asked himself.

It is a shame you are a doctor, Don Diego. The Governor suddenly said, as if expressing the conclusion to some train of thoughts. From Dos Santos' mentionings of you, I had myself convinced you were some kind of strategic genius...

Strategic genius? My son? Asked Don Alejandro barely containing a laugh despite their predicament, unable, though, to stop the others in the room from laughing at the thought. Why in the world would your man think that?

Why have those men rebelled, Your Excellency? Asked Diego, ignoring his father.

I don't know, senor! I had no word of a rebellion being planned before today! Answered the Governor and Diego found the answer to be sincere.

Perhaps we can find out. Diego said in a low voice, suddenly looking at Sergent Mendoza. Sergent Mendoza! He called, pretending to be only then noticing his friend and hoping he was mistaken. May I ask as to why are you wearing that ribbon on your uniform? I don't think I had ever seen you wear one until today.

Caporal Cabrera told me it was for good luck, Don Diego! Answered the Sergent apologetically. He convinced me to put it on! He continued, realizing he might have made a mistake when seeing his Alcalde's disapproving stare.

I don't understand your sudden interest in Mendoza's uniform, Diego! Don't you see the situation is serious? Don Alejandro admonished him.

Could you bring Cabrera here? Diego asked, making a sign for his father to have some patience.

Yes, of course, Don Diego! Said the Sergent, looking again at the Alcalde, and hurried to fetch the Corporal.

The Sergent went out and called for Cabrera who came running to the tavern, as Don Alejandro stared at Diego, trying to read his son's mind.

Caporal, you were the one to bring my father the orders for the lancers to be sent to Monterrey, were you not? Asked Diego, as the man entered, assuming an uncharacteristically imposing position.

Don Alejandro suddenly realized where his son was going with his line of questions. So, since Diego's instincts had already proven right that very day, he decided he might as well trust he knew what he was doing.

Answer my son, Corporal! He ordered

I was, Don Diego! He confirmed, his voice suddenly shaking.

And how exactly did you receive them? The mail has not arrived since last month. Continued Diego

Ahhh...the man hesitate. There was a military courier, Don Diego! He was just passing through, on his way south and left the message for the Alcalde.

Did he also leave you with the ribbon you are wearing today? Diego continued asking

The man's face became almost white, the blood drained from it.

This ribbon? He asked trying to hide what was clearly panic. No, Don Diego! It is an old custom of mine to wear one for good luck! Look, the Sergent is also wearing one!

"He wears one because you convinced him to!"Thought Diego.

I see. Well, you certainly need luck, Corporal, since we are to be overrun by an enemy army. Diego informed in a concerned tone. However, since it does infringe on military code, I really believe you should hide it under the tunic. Don't you, father? He asked

Of course, of course, Diego! Agreed Don Alejandro determined to follow his son's lead.

No! Don Diego, if I wear it on the inside it will not be lucky! The man continued, in a clear state of disarray.

Because the men coming to kill the Governor will not know you are on their side and will kill you, too? Asked Diego, finally making clear to everyone where he was going. I think you should tell us the truth, my friend, before the consequences of your actions start weighing too heavily on you! Diego encouraged him in a calm, yet menacing tone, as suspicion was creeping its way around the room.

The soldier hesitated but, looking at the other faces there with him, he soon realized he had just been caught and decided to do as Diego said and come clean.

A few minutes later the people in the tavern had found out that there was a plot to instigate the soldiers against the Governor by retaining their payments and by lowering the quality of their food. Apparently he was given to believe the new governor was corrupt – an hypothesis that made the Governor's daughter scream at him that he was a liar. Together with other lancers he thus decided to no longer stand by and, instead, to take action. While the man did not know who was the leader of the rebellion, he mentioned that Los Angeles had not been affected by their plot because of Zorro's interference in saving the payrolls and Don Alejandro's preoccupation with the welfare of his men, which is why they eventually falsified the order to send the lancers away, in preparation for the arrival of the Governor. As for the ribbon, the lancer explained that it was, indeed, sent to him in order to keep him safe, should there be a battle. The second one, he received with specific instructions to give to Sergent Mendoza.

Why Mendoza? Asked Diego as the Sergent was afraid he might also be accused of treason although he knew nothing of the whole plot.

Because he is known to be a friend of Zorro! Answered the man, making Diego suddenly confused.

How does Zorro fit into all this, Cabrera? He asked, his tone changed.

The commanders...they think Zorro might decide to be on our side. The man answered, clearly avoiding the Governor's and the Alcalde's enraged eyes.

And why would they think Zorro will take your side? Asked Diego, almost as if he was suddenly able to read every mind in the room, all wondering about the same thing.

They thought about it! Answered the Corporal. The men coming are under orders not to hurt the citizens of this pueblo. And they will also offer him money. A lot of money! They are willing to offer him millions of pesos, from what I hear! And a full pardon, together with command over the armed forces! With Zorro leading the army, no one in California will dare stand against us! He said that last phrase with a confident smile, that seemed to contradict the cowardness he had demonstrated but minutes earlier.

Diego looked at him. Yes, he wanted a pardon, but certainly not like this. The thought that they were expecting him to be manipulated, bought into taking their side, repelled him. He did not know if the governor was corrupt or not, although he had never received any information regarding possible acts of corruption on his part, as it had been the case with the previous ones. And if he was, indeed, just as greedy as his predecessors, why would Dos Santos accept to work for such a man and confide in him as he surely had? Would a corrupt, greedy man accept to lay down his life for the good of others?

Did you falsify the order yourself? Asked Diego when the man had finished, letting the other people in the room question why he had so rapidly changed the subject.

No, I received it from our men in Monterrey. Cabrera admitted

Which is why it bears the authentic seal of the Governor. Diego concluded. How many people have access to your seal, Your Excellency? Diego proceeded in asking

Just me, my secretary, the Deputy Governor – my future son-in-law - , he added, lovingly looking towards his daughter, who lowered her eyes with shyness, and his secretary. Noone else. The Governor replied amazed at the deductive skills of the man standing before him. Maybe there was some truth to Dos Santos' accounts. But I trust those men with my life, senor!

I understand, Your Excellency, but the leader of this plot can only be one of those three men! Diego stated. Since your death would only directly benefit one, I am very much afraid your daughter might be engaged to the man looking to have you killed. He added

A traitor? Fernando? That can't be true! You are mistaken, senor! He protested trembling, looking at his daughter who seemed terrified. He was the one who convinced me not to pardon Zorro... He then admitted, realizing Diego was right, as the entire room fell silent for a moment.

Whomever the traitor is, Don Alejandro interrupted that silence, our most pressing matter right now is how to deal with that army!

That is quite true, father! Replied Diego, also happy to change the subject.

Deal with it? You heard him! The army will not harm anyone here and the soldiers don't stand a chance. Not with traitors in their ranks! Muttered the governor disappointed that he had allowed himself to be manipulated to such extent. It is better that I give myself in! That way, at least, my men and your lancers might be spared, Don Alejandro. There's no need for the blood of thirty good men to be spilled just to save one!

The room again fell silent. By this point many of the people there had already quietly left, only about six curious clients still remaining in the tavern.

Sergent, you might want to have Cabrera here escorted to jail. Suggested Diego after taking a moment to reflect. You will be quite safe there, Caporal! He added, glancing over to the man.

The Sergent complied and had Sepolvora take the man to prison and remain guard.

Also, Victoria, I believe you should be closing the tavern for today. Diego asked and she simply found herself obeying as her last clients rapidly got out of the tavern, hats in hand saluting the Governor, and headed full speed for their homes.

I might know of a way to even our chances, Your Excellency! Diego said as no client was left. With some luck, even win.

You do, Diego? Asked Victoria, who was listening in to the conversation but only now dared to speak.

I am not sure winning is in the cards, Doctor! The Governor dismissed the idea. Even if we, by some miracle, manage to repel the attack, that traitor is right! With Zorro leading their army, they cannot be stopped! People will believe the lies they are telling about me and will be on their side!

The masked man had, indeed, quite a reputation for setting unexpected traps and always managing to find ingenious ways to defeat his adversaries. He was also a very popular figure among the people in California and elsewhere. In fact, his fame had long since reached Europe and South America, where his decisiveness to stand up for the weak and oppose tyranny became a source of inspiration for many of those leading the fight for independence from under the Imperial rule.

I wouldn't count on that part of their plan materializing. Said Diego, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth and disappearing just before anyone else noticed it. After all, how could they even make Zorro the offer, he added as not to arise suspicions, if no one has any idea who he is? Not to mention he might not be as easily convinced to join a rebellion as they might think.

That is true! Zorro only fights for the people! He will not accept to be dragged into a conspiracy against you, Your Excellency! Confirmed Victoria and Diego smiled, grateful for her high opinion of his alter-ego.

Every man has a price, senorita. The Governor contradicted her. And I was stupid enough to refuse even to grant him a pardon, although I am quite well aware that the man deserves a medal, rather than a noose around his neck!

Diego looked at him wondering if those words were true yet his decision was already taken. People who betray those they care about, manipulate and lie to others were what he had fought against for the last decade.

As I said, Governor, I am quite confident I have a way to win this fight and, should you agree to my terms, perhaps even the war. Diego returned the conversation to his previous statement.

Terms, Diego? Don Alejandro asked infuriated, suddenly feeling he was not recognizing his own son. We are about to be overcome by an army, His Excellency's life is in danger! You can see that, can't you?

I understand quite well, father. Diego stated calmly. And it is not only his life that's in danger but yours, your lancers and the lives of Dos Santos and his men. What is your reply, Governor?

The man stared at Diego. Was Dos Santos right about his friend? Was he a strategic genius as his man had described him? He might now be a doctor but his mind was clearly one of the sharpest he had ever seen.

What are your conditions, Doctor? The Governor finally decided to ask.

If I am to help you, Your Excellency, I need to know I am doing the right thing. My father raised me to believe that every life is precious, that each man matters as much as the other. Therefore, in that spirit, my conditions are that your men will only aim at disarming the soldiers attacking us, not kill them. That once the battle is done, myself and Doctor De Soto would be allowed to operate on the injured on both sides and that whatever remains of the army due to attack us once all this is over will not be incarcerated or executed but instead given the chance to rejoin the military or quit the career. Diego stated.

You can't be serious, Diego! They are traitors! Protested Don Alejandro, remembering his brother was killed by one of his men.

No, father! His son contradicted him with a certainty in his voice Don Alejandro had hardly ever heard from him during the last decade. They are men following orders and being lied to. Diego argued. The responsibility for their actions belongs to the commanders who lie to them! Furthermore, Your Excellency, he added turning his gaze towards the Governor, they might prove quite useful!

You think they can be turned. Stated the governor in admiration and Diego noded, a visible wicked smile on his face.

Finally, Your Excellency, my last condition is that you put your men at my orders. I make the plan and I need to know they will carry it out as I tell them to. Said Diego.

At your orders, Diego? Asked his father outraged.

But you are not a military man, Don Diego! Protested the Sergent.

I might not be. He admitted. But my friend, Capitan Dos Santos, was right about one thing: I always did have a mind for military strategy.

You had a mind for military strategy? Repeated Don Alejandro. Diego, son, you do understand that a commander needs to be with his men!? In the battle! Not standing on the sideline and shouting orders!

I understand that, father! Said Diego trying to reassure the old man whose rage just seemed to be growing, now combined with the certainty that his son had suddenly gone mad. "He couldn't be imagining he was going to fight, was he? Not Diego!" The father was wondering.

The Governor took a moment to reflect. His own father did not trust Diego. But his man did and, clearly, the son had hidden from the father some of his talents, although the reason for hiding them was unclear. A choice to save lives instead of contributing to others' efforts aimed at taking them? That would be a good explanation since Dos Santos did mention he was sure Diego might be disappointed by his decision to pursue a career in the Military.

Dos Santos seemed quite confident in your abilities, De la Vega. He stated. Fine, senor, I agree to your terms.

Good. Said Diego as he glanced at Felipe, nodding his head. As soon as he did that, his son left the tavern, directed towards the De la Vega Hacienda.

Diego had all of Dos Santos'men, as well as the four lancers left, join them inside. Once they were all there, he started explaining his plan.

The cavalry will ride first, he stated, sure of himself, followed by the infantry. They will not be expecting much of a resistance. They might have even anticipated the Governor's decision to surrender to them. Therefore, he continued, all we have to do in order to win is to create enough doubt in their minds that they have the upper hand. Once they believe they might lose, they will not stand a chance! He said that in the same way he would explain his plans to Felipe, letting his true self shine in public, for the first time in so many years. In fact, if we quickly take down the cavalry and create enough panic among their forces, we might have a very good chance to get many of them to surrender without so much as a fight.

However, he added, with an army so numerous, there will be four, maybe five, commanders. They are our chance to find out the details of the whole plot. Without them, we will have accomplished very little. He admitted. They will be harder to capture, though, since they will probably stay away from the actual fight.

Do you really believe we can win this, son? Asked Don Alejandro, unable to mask his skepticism

I do, father. He replied, sure of himself, leading the old man to exchange a confused look with Victoria as Dona Maria was watching her "beloved Diego" proudly.

Sergent Mendoza, Diego continued, I will need your men to bring here two barrels of gunpowder and two filled with drinking water. Once that is done, you and your men will make preparations for all the prisoners to be kept in your rooms in the barracks, under locks, making sure they are comfortable enough and given the chance to tend to their wounds and those of their friends.

In our living quarters? Asked Mendoza.

You surely don't expect to put a hundred men in your jail, Sergent? Asked Diego rhetorically.

No, Don Diego, but if we give them our quarters, where will we be staying? Asked the Sergent, upset at the prospect of sleeping on the floor.

There are only five of you, Sergent and at least two will be needed to stay guard. Diego replied patiently. The Alcalde's bedroom, which my father never used, will certainly do for a few days! The Governor's men will share the spare rooms at the tavern. He added, anticipating the need to also clarify this aspect, searching for Victoria's eyes to receive her approval.

With this assurance, Mendoza stopped protesting and Diego was able to return to explaining the plan.

You will also need to send a lancer to the De Soto Hacienda and bring the doctor. He asked Mendoza. Her talent will be needed once all this is over. Father, we will need the plans of the pueblo.

Yes, Diego! His father submitted and headed straight for his office.

Now, Victoria, he turned to the woman he loved, I will need empty bottles. As many as you can spare!

Empty bottles? Asked Victoria, puzzled by the request.

And paper! Added Diego

At receiving all the materials he needed, part of them from the lancers, part form Victoria and some from the medical office, Diego proceeded in making several explosive charges under the amazed eyes of his father and the people gathered there.

How do you know how to do that, Diego? His father asked, more and more convinced there was something about his son he seemed to have, so far, missed.

It's all Applied Chemistry, father! And you do know I have always had a passion for the subject! He replied, continuing his work, confident that his father would not question him any longer since the old man had often complained about Diego's obsession with his little experiments.

Applied Chemistry? Murmured Victoria just for herself

As he finished with the explosives, he used the map to indicate to the soldiers how they should place them around the pueblo.

When Felipe returned with Zorro's things, some red-flame bullets and all the time delay devices they still had, Diego pretended he needed to look at some of the buildings and took him aside, making sure they were not overheard.

Did you bring everything? He asked and Felipe nodded, showing him two blankets, one containing Zorro's clothes and the other, his weapons, as well as a large bag full of devices.

No, Zorro's clothes will not be needed today, Felipe. Diego indicated. Military men will not accept to take orders from a masked outlaw. Leave them in the usual place in the tavern. This time, I will fight as Diego de la Vega. Afterall, if I do survive this battle I will also need to help Jessie with the wounded. He added and Felipe's eyes were stroke by panic.

Diego then took the time delay devices and called for two of the Governor's men, whom he instructed to help his son place at the entrance to the pueblo from El Camino Real, the only way he knew the army would take.

He further returned to the tavern where he proceeded to explain the positions of the soldiers, dividing them into cavalry, infantry and marksmen. Five marksmen, selected by Sergent Donato, were to be placed on the roofs, at the entrance to the pueblo, each armed with five loaded muskets and ammunition.

At this point Felipe, who had finished his assignment and returned to the Tavern, asked to help and Diego made him the sixth marksman, placing him, together with two other soldiers, on the houses across the plaza from the Tavern.

While evermore astonished by his son's knowledge of military strategy, at hearing Diego's decision to involve Felipe in the fight, Don Alejandro felt he needed to intervene. The Sergent, who had meanwhile returned with Jessie De Soto, was, however, faster in voicing out his own concerns.

Why Felipe? He asked. He's not a soldier! Surely my men are better suited for the job.

No offense, Sergent, came Diego's reply, but your men are hardly good marksmen while Felipe is an excellent one.

Felipe? An excellent marksman? Asked Don Alejandro

Yes, father! Was his only response as Felipe nodded his head, neither one of them willing to offer further clarifications.

As the preparations were finished, the Governor reassured he had made a sensible decision in accepting Diego's offer to help and all men clear about what they had to do, a lancer came in, announcing that the army they were expecting was not more than fifteen minutes away from the pueblo.

Lancers, make sure everyone in the pueblo is taking shelter and all doors are barricaded, then return to the tavern and be prepared to defend all entrances. Also, tell the people to stay as far away from the windows as possible, since they may get in the line of fire. Diego gave his final instructions and the men rushed out.

Ramon, he continued, turning towards Victoria's brother who was holding his niece in his arms, take Marysol, Victoria, Jessie and Dona Maria, to the cellars. You should be safe there.

Sergent, you take the Governor upstairs and make sure he rests. I believe your daughter should also go in the cellars, Your Excellency! He proceeded in advising

Yes, you are right. The man agreed. Take her as well! He instructed Ramon as his daughter tried to protest but eventually decided to do as he said.

Father, Diego continued, bar the door and position two of the lancers before each entrance to Tavern! He asked that hopping the Tavern will not really need guarding but expecting it might.

Alright, Diego! And where are you going? Asked Don Alejandro

As you emphasized earlier, father, the men are mine to command, he answered, a little sadness in his voice, realizing the time to share his secret with his father had finally arrived, if for no other reason, at least to give him some comfort, knowing that his son knew how to defend himself, so I will be in the plaza commanding them!

You can't possibly be considering that, son! You are not a fighter! Don Alejandro tried to make his son see reason.

Diego smiled, gazing down. How should he do this? The Governor was still in the room and he was still unsure whether to trust the man. So were the Sergent and Victoria. Lifting his eyes, he turned and looked straight into his fathers' and said:

I made you believe otherwise, father, but Gilberto was right about me. I am exactly who he thought I was.

Don Alejandro tried for a few confused seconds to remember what Gilberto might have been right about and, as he realized his son was telling him he was Zorro, he just stared into Diego's eyes, his own emanating amazement, fear and, at the same time, assurance. Mouth half-open, Don Alejandro glanced at the Governor, then at Victoria and, as he returned his eyes on Diego's, nodded his head.

Moments later, Sergent Donato, who had been instructed by Diego to warn everyone when the army was visible from the pueblo, no more than ten minutes away, fired a red flame.

That is my signal! Said Diego, turning his head for a second towards the plaza. Sergent, take the Governor upstairs! He ordered and Mendoza hurried to comply, guiding the Governor to a comfortable bed in the first room upstairs.

Diego watched the two men entering the room and closing the door, then looked back at his father, trying again to offer him some reassurance, before he turned his sight towards Victoria.

She was still there, looking at him confused, preparing to follow Marysol and Ramon to the cellar, but, at realizing Don Alejandro was no longer intended on stopping him from joining the battle – a fight she was sure Diego had no chance of surviving - she decided to intervene.

Diego, she said as she took his right hand, determined to drag him to the cellar with her, you have been most impressive today but your father is right! You cannot go out there! They will kill you! This is not one of your novels and you are no action hero just as you are not a military man! I really think you'd better come with us to the cellars. I would certainly feel much safer with you there! She said this last sentence as a courtesy to her friend, trying to avoid making him believe she thought of him as some weakling, and it made his smile.

However, unexpectedly, instead of having Diego follow her, she found herself pulled into his arms, Diego's blue eyes fixed on hers.

If I never get the chance to do this properly, senorita, he said, know that I love you! I loved you ten years ago, I love you now and I shall love you till my dying breath! As he said that, he reached to give her a kiss. Surprised and confused by his confession, Victoria did not protest and, closing her eyes at feeling his lips on hers, it seemed to her that she was kissing Zorro and that he had finally fulfilled his promise.

A few seconds later, letting go of his senorita, Diego turned on his feet, took the package concealing Zorro's belt and weapons and asked the lancers to lock the door.

Victoria opened her eyes as he was exiting, to catch a fugitive last glimpse at the man she had just realized was the love of her life, with and without a mask. Turning towards Don Alejandro as they heard outside a familiar whistle and a similarly-familiar neighing, the look on his face made her sure that he had just reached the same shocking conclusion as herself. Moments later, Victoria found herself pulled by Ramon into the cellar, where she remained without saying a word, Marysol in her arms and tears in her eyes, praying Diego would live through the battle.

As for Diego, he exited the Tavern, put on his belt, then whistled for Tornado. He mounted the horse and, with his lash he took one of the torches illuminating the pueblo and rode around the town lighting the fuses of the explosives the soldiers had placed earlier, according to his instructions. Once this was done, he returned through the main entrance, took out the fuses of the time delay bombs and headed for the fountain, where Sergent Donato was waiting for him. There, he dismounted, sending Tornado away to protect it from the gunfire.

Just as he had planned, as soon as the army rode into town, the time-delay devices started going off, some of them exploding, some just releasing a thick, smelly, gas, scaring the horses which threw down their horsemen and ran away, rising the dust as they made their way through the plaza. Then, the other explosives came, and the marksmen started shooting at the soldiers, convincing the enemies that they were facing a much bigger army than their commanders had led them to believe. Faced with such reality, they were no longer able to keep formation and scattered. As the explosions ended, Diego fired a second red flame. At that point fourteen of the soldiers, mounted on their horses, exited through the back alleys and attacked the enemy army from two sides, causing mayhem.

With most of the cavalrymen on the ground, some trampled by their own horses and many of the other scattered, the enemy army was now reduced to a little over forty men, which was, however, still more numerous than their own forces.

As some of the soldiers started entering the pueblo, Diego, the Sergent and the rest of the soldiers, who were positioned on the outskirts of the plaza, charged. Diego, assuming his Zorro personality, took out the first two men headed towards him with his whip, then, drawing his sword, his lash in his left hand, launched in the midst of the army, cutting his way through the enemy ranks, his skill and bravery encouraging the men under his command.

Meanwhile, in the Tavern, the Governor asked to be helped to get to the window in order to see the battle and the Sergent Mendoza had to eventually comply, helping him to a chair. As they looked outside, though, it was not Don Diego the Sergent saw but Zorro, dressed as Don Diego. The two men watched mouth-open, in silence until the Sergent unwillingly uttered:

Don Diego is Zorro?

The Governor looked at him incredulously at first but realized soon enough the Sergent was probably right. He had never seen Zorro for himself but, if all accounts were indeed true, that man had to be him. It now made sense why Diego was so sure Zorro would not join the rebellion, however counter-intuitive it seemed to the governor. "Dos Santo was quite right to admire him so much." He realized.

The battle was fierce, made even more difficult by Diego's order for his men to avoid taking their enemies' lives. At some point during the struggle, the Sergent observed one of the soldiers preparing to shoot Diego and screamed at him through the window in an attempt to warn him. His friend did not hear him but, seconds later, Don Alejandro who, together with the lancers downstairs had heard the Sergent's scream, rushed through the door, fearing that his son might have been injured or even killed. As he got there, however, he saw Felipe had joined the fight after jumping from the roof of the building on which he had been placed by his father and landing on the man who was threatening to kill him, causing the soldier to misfire. From the window, Don Alejandro then witnessed as Felipe took a sword from the ground and started fighting, proving excellent swordsmanship and a similar fighting style as Diego's. He defeated three other men, causing injuries that prevented two of them to keep fighting and knocking one of them unconscious. Turning to fight a fourth, however, Felipe's sword broke and he was almost pierced by the sword of his opponent when Diego shouted his name and threw his sword to Felipe. Felipe turned, caught it right in time to stop the blow and continued fighting while Diego fought using his whip. Not much later, Diego, heard a man behind him screaming in pain and turned to see his right shoulder had been wounded his sword as Felipe had thrown it to save his life. He took it out of the injured man, who remained on the ground screaming in pain and, making sure Felipe was armed – he had collected another enemy's sword -, he continued fighting.

Another ten minutes passed, at a decreasing rhythm as all combatants seemed to be getting tired. At their end, most enemies were lying on the ground, knocked out or injured and the few who were still fighting, decided to give up their weapons and surrender. As they did that, Diego turned to see the commanders, who, having watched the fight from a safe distance, were now galloping away. Instructing the Calvery to chase down and capture all the men who had scattered, he whistled for Tornado and asked Felipe to mount it and follow the leaders from a safe distance.

With the fight over, the soldiers taking the prisoners to the barracks, Diego proceeded to take down his belt and weapons, carefully placing them back into the blanket. He then headed to the Tavern, calling for Jessie to give him a hand with assessing the wounded and for the lancers to help transport those in need of medical assistance.

Gracias, Dios mio! Whispered Victoria, relieved at hearing his voice as the door to the cellar opened, knowing that she was finally going to be free to hold the man she had loved for so long, the man she only now realized had always been by her side, caring for her, sharing his life with hers, even if not as husband and wife.

Diego, however, had no time for embraces and romantic gestures. Instead, he was now helping Jessie select the patients who needed urgent surgery. To everyone's surprise, there were but five men whose wounds were endangering their lives, all enemy combatants. Most of the others had suffered only localized injuries, which were not threatening their lives. Among their own troops, only six, including Sergent Donato, had suffered minor flesh wounds.

As the selection was done, without paying much attention to anyone else, they rapidly proceeded to patch the men up, converting Victoria's Tavern into an improvised hospital. In that time, Ramon and Dona Maria took a scared Marysol to her room, where they remained trying to convince her to go to sleep, as Senorita Josefa ran to hug her father who, aided by Mendoza, had decided to come down and sit next to a wall, watching the doctors operate.

The Tavern fell almost silent for the next hour as noone dared disturb Diego and Jessie from doing their jobs as fast as they could but, finally, after convincing his daughter to get some sleep in his room, the Governor could not keep it in him anymore.

That was quite an impressive fight you put on, Senor! He stated, making Diego realize that Zorro's secret identity was, quite probably, no longer a secret from the one man who had power of life and death over him.

He had hoped they will do as he said and stay away from the windows but he knew that, by fighting as Diego, the chances he was exposing his secret identity were quite great.

Quite a fight, Don Diego! Quite a fight! The Sergent approved, a big smile on his face, still unable to believe what he had seen with his own eyes.

I cannot describe how proud I am of you, Diego! Added his father who was barely containing his tears.

Diego did not reply but Jessie heard the remarks and raised her eyes to gaze at him, then looked at the people around the room. There was the Sergent, whose face betrayed idolization for his old friend - a sentiment she knew the man only harbored for Zorro -; the Governor, who looked at Diego with admiration; Victoria, who had surely been crying, but was now following Diego's every move with big, loving eyes, visibly fighting the urge to embrace him; Don Alejandro, on whose face one could read a wide variety of emotions, ranging from pride to respect and even gratitude; finally, Dona Maria, who had barely returned from Victoria's room where she had left Marysol sleeping in her uncle's arms, holding Don Alejandro, lovingly watching the two of them operate, ready to help with whatever she could yet somehow completely oblivious to what was going on with everybody else.

You, Diego? Jessie eventually asked as she refocused on her patient, a big smile on her face.

She did not ask a full question but there was no need for her to do that, anyway, since Diego had been her best friend since she arrived in Los Angeles and the two of them had a way of somehow reading each other's minds. Diego did not reply but, after quickly looking around the room, mouth half-opened, he found Jessie's eyes and nodded his head a few times, almost imperceptible.

Another half an hour of silence followed. Then, without a warning, the man Jessie was operating on suddenly woke up and, clearly scared, grabbed a knife she had been using during the surgery. Putting it to her throat just as he got down from the table, he demanded to be set free. Seconds later, however, he screamed in pain, his right hand pierced by a blade no one even saw Diego throw. His knife no longer at her throat, Jessie set herself free and rushed back to the table, as far away as she could from the man who was now standing before her, his back to the bar, set on removing the blade from his hand.

As you must probably already feel, senor, Diego stopped himwhile making a sign for no one to intervene, that blade is paralyzing your hand. Therefore, unless you want to lose it, I suggest you get back on the Doctor's operating table to let her extract it safely, especially since she is only trying to save you.

The man, looked at Diego with big surprized eyes: the same man who led the offensive against them was now operating one of his friends, trying to save his life. He then looked at the wound in his abdomen, suddenly becoming aware of the pain it was causing him, and noticed it was, indeed, half-sutured. Another gaze at Diego and then at Jessie, together with the sudden feeling his right hand was somehow missing, convinced him and he carefully climbed back on the table where Jessie quickly gave him some ether to smell, leaving the cloth on his nose as he dozed back to sleep.

There are no nerves here which could cause him to lose the use of his hand, Diego! It barely needs a bandage! Said Jessie as she examined the wound to his hand. You must certainly know that!

I do. He replied. But he doesn't.

She smiled and took a moment.

Ignacio never stood a chance against you, did he? She then asked.

You have no idea how close he came quite a few times! Answered Diego as the mood in the room begun to change, smiles appearing here and there.

Both doctors were operating on their second badly wounded patients as Felipe came bursting in signaling.

Commanders have taken refuge in the...De Soto Hacienda? Diego made sense of his son's strange language as Dona Maria gasped and Jessie raised her eyes to look at him in shock. Ignacio and two of his men are their prisoners? Thank you, Felipe! He said, returning to his patient.

Well!? Jessie asked at seeing Diego was carrying on with the surgery. Aren't you going to do something?

I will. Diego replied calmly as he concentrated on suturing the wound on his patient

Dona Maria, was watching the scene, unable to understand why was Jessie asking for Diego's help, her eyes begging her husband to intervene.

Perhaps I should send the lancers. Intervened Don Alejandro, he himself unsure of the suggestion.

No, father. Diego stopped him. They will just get the prisoner killed. Plus, we still need those commanders.

As he finished bandaging the man on his table, Diego asked for the lancers to take the patient to the barracks and, after carefully washing his hands, he leaned against the wall pensive, smiling at Victoria who, as he did that, wasted no time in running straight into his arms and resting her head on his chest.

Perhaps, he said holding her, his right hand caressing her hair, there might be a way to do more than just free Ignacio from these men. Perhaps, we could find out, with certainty, all the details of their plan. That will win the war.

Victoria looked up, seeing him for the first time as he truly was, this mixture of the don she thought she knew and the hero she loved unconditionally.

I feel another cunning plan coming. The Governor said with a smile. And if it's anything like the last one, senor, you can go ahead with whatever you intend on doing. My men are yours. He assured him.

I appreciate the confidence, Your Excellency, but, this time, it is not your men or your approval I need but that of Dona Maria and of Senora De Soto. He clarified

The two women looked at each other.

If you are getting my husband out of this alive, I am fine with whatever you intend on doing! Jessie said.

Yes...But what I intend on doing involves torturing Ignacio. He stated, that funny Zorro smile on his face. I am talking about psychological torture, Dona Maria, he then felt the need to clarify, not physical torture, of course.

The two women again starred at each other, then at Diego.

Fine by me! Said Jessie. I do that all the time. As long as you make sure he stays in one piece!

I promise to make sure he remains in the same condition I find him. He replied, unwilling to promise more than he could deliver but rather confident Igancio was still alive. Are you alright with handling the rest of the patients?

Yes! Go! She ordered while Diego placed a kiss on Victoria's lips under the worm smile of Dona Maria.

She had known those two were destined for each other ever since she first saw them, Marysol attached to his neck and calling him "papi". "If only Victoria was able to give up her obsession with Zorro and see Diego for a change! So good-looking, so kind, so intelligent" the woman though when looking at her step-son, happy that the mere idea of losing him had finally made the young woman see reason.

I hope it goes without saying, senor, the Governor felt the need to assure Diego, that I understand exactly your choice and I will act accordingly!

Diego approved with a smile then, after lovingly caressing Victoria's face, he gave her a rather rushed kiss and, breaking away from her embrace, took the blanket in which he had concealed his weapons. Heading for the kitchen, he easily climbed the wall to the upper passage, changed his clothes and, dressed as Zorro, saluted everyone and left, whistling for Tornado. As soon as he was gone, Dona Maria, the only one in the room who didn't already know he was Zorro, almost fainted in her husband's arms.

Felipe, who realized his father's secret was out, remained fixed on the Governor, wondering what he was going to do with that knowledge and what exactly did he mean when he said that he was going to act "accordingly".

Rather skilled at reading facial expressions, the Governor understood his look, having realized the young man was not as deaf as everyone thought him to be, and thus concluding he had most probably known Diego's secret for at least a while. "A long while, considering his fighting skills."

Don't worry, young man! The governor decided to say, fatherly trying to reassure Felipe. I might not be able to give him the millions of pesos my enemies seem willing to pay for his services – he said that with a smile, realizing that scheme had quite unexpectedly worked in his favor since they clearly underestimated the man's character – yet I will not only grant your father a full pardon but make sure he is recognized for the hero he truly is.

Felipe smiled and so did Victoria, Don Alejandro, the Sergent, Jessie and Dona Maria, grateful to know Diego was not in danger of ending up before a firing squad or on the gallows. Not that any of them would have ever allowed that to happen...

I never knew until tonight! Said Don Alejandro. I had asked you for a pardon for Zorro but I never knew I was asking you for a pardon for my own son! He continued.

Yes, Alcalde! It is quite obvious to me that the only one who seemed to know about your son being the legendary Fox of the Night was the young man over there! The Governor emphasized, pointing at Felipe who left his head down.

I told you not to take off that mask, Felipe, when he was injured! You promised you wouldn't but you couldn't help yourself, could you? Don Alejandro asked. Just as well, I guess. At least it gave him the chance to teach you how to fight! And he certainly did a good job at that! He added with pride.

No. Answered a voice no one in that room had ever heard before. No, I did not take the mask off that night since I didn't need to. I always knew my father was Zorro! Felipe added as everyone turned towards him in shock.

From the look of it, my young friend, your disguise was even better than your father's. Concluded the Governor, looking around to discover that the young man suddenly confessing to not being a mute had somehow rendered everybody else speechless.

ZZZZZZZZ

Meanwhile, Zorro was riding towards Ignacio's hacienda. At arriving, he took some time studying the five men and the prisoners. Two of the commanders were guarding the entrance and the back of the hacienda, respectively, while the other three were strategizing inside. Doing that in front of their prisoners meant they were intended on killing them. Deciding on a plan, Zorro knocked-out the two men outside, without them even realizing what had happened, tied them up and gagged them. He then strolled in, through the front door.

Buenas noches, senores! He said at reaching the livingroom where Ignacio and his men were being held.

Zorro! The three men inside exclaimed surprised, taking out their swords.

Senores, I am not here to fight! Zorro assured them raising his hands.

Why are you here then? Asked one of the men.

I was informed you would like to make a deal! Zorro replied.

A deal? The same man tried to make sure he had heard right. Our leader though you might want one, senor! He proceeded, putting his sword back.

Your leader seems like a wise man! Zorro confirmed and, after pausing a minute, he continued: I have spent ten years as an outlaw with a price on my head and, the truth is, senores, I am getting rather tired at being shot at!

The men looked at each other as if he was telling them exactly what they were expecting for him to say.

So, he continued, since the new governor does not seem inclined to grant me a pardon, I decided I should support a governor who will. If I can be sure he stands a chance to come out the winner, that is.

You took the right decision, senor! Unfortunately, you took it a little late. Replied the same man who had talked earlier. As you probably know, through some unforeseen turn of events, our army has somehow been defeated and our men are now prisoners!

Zorro looked at them pensively.

That is indeed, a shame, senores. He said after some silence. But you must have other men! You couldn't have thought it possible to take over California with such a small contingent!

There are others, of course. The man confirmed. We just need to regroup. The main problem is that the Governor surely still lives.

And that our men are his prisoners! Added one of the others.

Prisoners? Zorro decided to encourage them. That is just a matter of perspective, senores. Where you see an army defeated, I see an army infiltrated. Your men are in Los Angeles, are they not? Is the Governor not also there? He asked, as hope started flickering in their eyes. How can an army of a hundred be taken prisoner by a contingent of thirty soldiers? Better yet, what chances do those soldiers stand if they were, shall we say, caught up by surprise by three times more men escaping from their cells? Asked Zorro smiling

You can do that? Set them free? Asked the man who had expressed concern over his troops having been captured

Most certainly. Zorro replied. However, if I am to join your little endeavor, senores, I would require some extra information to...make sure that I am joining the winning side!

Meanwhile De Soto was becoming evermore furious at hearing the dialogue. He always knew Zorro was a criminal but conspiracy to overthrow a governor? "That was too much even for him!" He thought. "What a miserable creature! Too bad he would probably not live to see the look on his wife's face as she realized she was the one who was wrong about Zorro, not him!" He would have smiled at the thought, in spite of his situation, had he not been gagged.

In that case, Senor Zorro, we would also require a guarantee! The dialogue between the rebel commanders and the masked man continued. You see, if we are to reveal you our hand, we expect you to reveal us yours, in exchange.

And what exactly do you have in mind, senores? He asked, pretending he didn't know the answer.

Well, just a simple...gesture, senor. We would require you to take off that mask and reveal to us your true identity.

My identity? Zorro purposedly hesitated

You surely won't be needing the mask once you are granted a full pardon. The man assured him, taking out an official document bearing the governor's stamp. Below the signature on the document was mentioned "Governor of California" but it was the name of the Deputy Governor signed on it. If he had not been absolutely sure the Deputy Governor was behind the rebellion at entering the hacienda, the document the rebel commanders had just given him was a clear confirmation (and proof) of it.

Indeed, I believe not! He concluded, looking with a smile at the document granting him a full pardon and proceeding in carefully tucking it in his belt. He took some time to make it seem that he was pondering the idea. Here's what I propose. He finally said, after a few minutes of silence in which they were awaiting his decision. You tell me exactly how much money the Deputy Governor stands to make for California and, in exchange, I take off this mask. He had some doubts that the plan was to sell California to another world power but, since he was quite aware that was the only way they might have envisaged getting gold to offer him a bribe of millions of pesos, he tempted luck and got out on the winning side. You then tell me the entire plan for the takeover, in all detail and, as a sign of goodwill, I shall reveal to you my true identity. Finally, I will take your plan and make it work, for which I also require one-fifth of the sum you stand to gain. He added this in order to make them believe he was willing to sell his services.

You want three million pesos to help us? Exclaimed one of the men

Fifteen million? A nice sum, I admit! Said Zorro. Si senores, I do believe I will be worth the three million since I am essential to your success...

The men discussed among themselves for a few minutes, making sure Zorro would not hear them. He didn't even try, as he was engaged in a staring contest with De Soto.

I believe we have a deal, Senor! Their leader finally replied. Now, how about you take off that mask?

Indeed, a deal is a deal. Replied Zorro. I do, however, have something to add to the list. You see, since you are obviously decided to make me reveal my identity also to the man who has spent the better part of the last four years hunting me, I want the pleasure of killing him for myself. I do not really care about the others, I just want Ignacio de Soto.

The men laughed.

He's all yours, Zorro! They said.

In that case, senores, I see no point in postponing this! As he said that, he took the mask off.

At seeing his face Ignacio went almost mad, his eyes widening and slowly turning red with rage.

What's with him? Asked one of the men.

Well, I believe he just realized exactly how wrong he was about me. Zorro answered. Don't worry, Ignacio! I promise to take good care of Jessie. After all, she is family!

Jessie had once told Diego she had heard Ignacio speaking in his sleep. He was having quite a bad nightmare about her informing him she had decided to run away with her best friend. They both had a good laugh at his expense and the absurdity of the idea but it had also revealed to Diego one of De Soto's greatest fears.

As he said those last words "I promise to take good care of Jessie" Diego smiled in a devious way that made De Soto get even madder, now trying with all his power to get himself free.

He really doesn't like you, does he? One of the three remarked

Like me? But he's like a brother to me! Said Zorro mockingly and the men laughed, recognizing the sarcasm in his voice. Your turn, senores! What is the plan?

Killing the Governor first. The Deputy Governor will thus become Governor in his place. One of the men said, confident in Zorro's commitment to their cause.

But surely you must know that is, by no means, enough! We need the soldiers on our side if we are to stand any chance and I doubt they will be, once Mexican forces march in! Replied Zorro. And I am not talking about a hundred men, I am talking about at least half of the lancers in California.

That is where you come in, senor! We have infiltrated all the garrisons. Those loyal to us were instructed to wear a white ribbon in order for us to know which ones support our cause. Our men have already managed to cause enough discontent to make the lancers interested in joining our cause. Since they had no say in Mexico's take-over of California, they have no real allegiance to the Empire anyway. Our other allies are to approach the soldiers in four days, after the Governor will have... passed away, and together, at midday precisely they will take over all the garrisons. Then, it will be you, leading an army of thousands, who will stop the advancement of the Mexican troops till the transaction is concluded and the Brits take over. The man continued detailing his plan

I see. And the Dons? Asked Zorro. They have their own men, which they can arm. They could become quite a challenge if we are forced to fight not only Mexican troops, but also internal insurrection.

The dons? They will do nothing as long as their rights and lands are guaranteed, and they will be. In fact, the only ones we concern ourselves with are the ones in Los Angeles. The Alcalde especially. One of the other men assured him.

Zorro looked at Ignacio with the corner of his eye.

You need not worry about him. He told them. I do have a certain influence...over my father...

Your... father? Then you..you are Diego de la Vega? They asked incredulously

Indeed I am, senores. Stated Zorro

But...But I heard that Diego de la Vega was a poet with an inclination for running away from fights...Said one of the men.

And that's exactly why no one ever suspected me of being Zorro! He answered with self-confidence and a satisfied smile. Not even my good friend here, who, not only tried to enlist me to assist in his search for Zorro but even asked me to be the best man at his wedding!

I see we have the right man for the job! The one who seemed to be the leader of the men rejoyced, almost unable to believe their luck. Even more so than we could have ever anticipated.

So, do you want to kill him now? The same man asked after taking a minute to enjoy their good fortune.

Why not? Zorro replied and De Soto's eyes filled with terror. Oh, but look at the time! Do you know what time it is, senores?

The men looked puzzled.

The time? One asked

Yes. I am afraid it is time to sleep, amigos!

As he said that, Zorro grabbed two men causing them to violently hit their heads against the third, who was standing right between them, then to the wall behind, the final hit leaving all of them unconscious.

I do, however, very much appreciate your willingness to cooperate! He said smiling, looking at the men as they were lying on the floor.

After he tied up the three men, he took out his sword directing himself towards De Soto who was still sure he was about to be executed and, unwilling to see Diego's face at watching him die, closed his eyes expecting the deadly blow. Instead, seconds later, he realized his hands and legs were free and, looking to his left, he saw the unmasked Zorro also freeing his men.

De la Vega! I should have known! De Soto said as he removed his gag.

You know, Ignacio, those were the exact last words of Alcalde Luis Ramon! Said Zorro

You! You murdered him! I always knew...you..villainous creature! You made everyone believe you were so good and harmless when you are...Insisted Ignacio

Villainous? Did you think I was going to kill my own brother, Ignacio? Replied Diego, again mocking. I am not that kind of a man, senor...As for the Alcalde Luis Ramon, I did not murder him! It was his own actions that caused him to lose balance and fall to his death. He sacrificed his own life just to know who I was! What is it about a mask, I wonder, that renders men completely obsessed with taking it off?

Now, if you're finished bickering, how about you and your men help me carry these rebels to their horses. It will be almost morning soon and I really should get going if I am to make an entrance!

Not sure of what to do, Ignacio eventually followed his servants' example and helped Zorro carry the men to their horses.

So, you are not going to kill us? He asked as Zorro was getting back on Tornado

No. Zorro answered putting back on his mask

But...But we know who you are! Added Ignacio

Are you trying to convince me to kill you, De Soto? Zorro asked with a smile.

No...No, of course not...I was merely pointing out that...The former Alcalde tried but failed to decide what to say, as the idea that Diego, whom he had disregarded so often, was Zorro made the man before him even more terrifying in his eyes.

Perhaps you should get some rest, Ignacio. Zorro counseled kindly. You are making even less sense than usually...

As he said that, he left dragging the five horses after Tornado, Ignacio's men waving as goodbye.

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In the early morning, the people of Los Angeles were awoken by the bells of the church. As they got out, into the plaza, they found Zorro standing on top of the imposing white building and five men dangling halfway, heads down, each suspended by two ropes.

Would you, senores, be so kind as to bring out his Excellency? He asked, as some of the soldiers came out of the Tavern. And, Sergent, how about you also bring here the prisoners captured last night?

Si, Don Zorro! Right away! Mumbled Mendoza, not sure how to address his masked friend.

A few minutes later, the Governor, his daughter, Dos Santos - barely standing and posing a real challenge for Diego as he was fighting the impulse to scream for his friend to be returned to a bed - the rest of the soldiers, as well as the prisoners, the lancers and several tens of Los Angelinos, including the Escalantes, the De la Vegas – Felipe, Don Alejandro and Dona Maria – and Padre Benitaes, were in the plaza.

Now, senores, how about you tell these good people everything you were kind enough to tell me! Zorro started, looking down at his prisoners. In exchange, I promise those of you who offer relevant information will not fall to their death.

The Deputy Governor! He is behind all this. Said one of the men.

He sabotaged the presidios. Retained payment and convinced the soldiers that the Governor was a corrupt tyrant. Screamed another.

He has a deal with the British to sell them California for 15 million pesos. Added the third

The lancers in the presidios supporting our cause will wear a white ribbon and so will the other men on our side. Said the fourth. But they only know that we want to get rid of the Governor, they do not know what we intend to do with California. He added, clearly concerned for the faith of his men.

And you, senor, don't you have something to add in exchange for your life? Zorro asked the only one who had, so far, refused to talk. You were quite forthcoming with me last night!

I know who you are! The leader tried to menace him.

It doesn't weight much since everybody is about to find out! Replied Zorro to the surprise of most people gathered in the plaza.

It will all go down in four days, at midday precisely. The manfinally gave up. The lancers who have not been turned to our side by then and anyone else standing in our way shall be killed. With an army of thousands we were going to keep the Mexican troops abey until the British gave us the money and brought in their own men.

Is there any more information you need, Governor? Asked Zorro

No, I do believe we have all we need, Senor Zorro! He replied, still furious at the thought that he almost married his daughter with his greatest enemy but also confident he had already won the war. After all, through some twist of faith, he had Zorro by his side and he had no intention of letting such an advantage go.

In that case... said Zorro, cutting one by one the ropes which were suspending the men by their feet and causing them to believe for a few moments they were falling to their death when, in fact, they were being turned around and caught in the second rope, stopping, feet first, just a few centimeters above the ground, where the Governor's men rushed to cut them off and take them to prison, I believe my job here is done!

In the public's acclamations, Zorro then climbed on the wall and, whistling for Tornado, he descended using one of the ropes he had used to support the rebel commanders and, landing on his horse, headed towards the tavern.

Well, Zorro, teased Victoria as he got there, the ring he had given her on her finger, we have a good Alcalde, a generous Governor, the people are free from Spanish tyranny and you have been pardoned! Perhaps it is finally time to fulfill your promise!

Perhaps it is! He agreed as the people in the plaza were holding their breath to finally see who their hero truly was.

He jumped down from his horse and was heading towards Victoria, intended on letting her take off his mask, when a still-sleepy Marysol ran past her stopping at his feet and looked up at him surprised.

Papi, why are you wearing a mask? The little girl asked.

Certainly not to deceive you, my little princess! He replied with a big smile, picking her up, as Victoria and those who already knew his true identity laughed at the scene, realizing just how blind they had been. Would you like to take it off? He offered, as the people in the plaza were already beginning to guess who he was, since everyone in Los Angeles knew that Diego was the only one the little girl would call "papi".

She just smiled and removed the mask with her little fingers.

As the mask was off, Victoria came to them, a blissful look on her face and, after caressing her adopted daughter's cheek, she stood on her toes and kissed him, leading the little girl to cover her eyes in a gesture betraying a very spoiled and beloved child.

How about next Saturday? He asked as their lips finally parted

Next Saturday? Victoria repeated confused.

For our wedding. That is, of course, if you still want to marry me. He added

No! She answered leading him to dive into uncertainty for a few moments. I have waited ten years, senor! I have no intention to wait another whole week! In fact, I don't intend to wait even one more day! She continued.

Today it is, then! He agreed.

This afternoon at three? She asked.

Three o'clock. He answered. Padre Benitaes! He then called at the wise man who was, at the very moment, the mere image of happiness. Would you be so kind as to marry us this afternoon?

It will be my honor, Don Diego! Came the answer

Then it is settled! Said Victoria reluctantly giving up his embrace and heading for the tavern with Marysol. See you later, Diego! She added, turning to smile at him from the terrace, just before going in.

You know, Jessie, said Diego as his betrothed was entering the tavern, I believe you are rubbing off on my future wife!

Good! You certainly need a new challenge! She said smiling. Am I to understand Ignacio is safe?

Hmhm! He confirmed by nodding his head as people were gathering around him. The wounded men?

Alive and recovering. She informed him. Well, I look disgusting and I am bearly able to stand. Perhaps I should go get some sleep and change out of these clothes. She added, before entering the tavern, decided to ask Victoria to provide her with one of her dresses.

And so should we, Diego! Said Don Alejandro, his wife and Felipe by his side, making their way through the crowd, headed for the horses. You had a long night, son! Now I know why you sleep so late during the day!

Diego smiled, mounted back on Tornado and, making his famous Zorro salute, in everyone's acclaims, left with his family towards their hacienda.

Jessie, in turn, decided to remain in town and, after procuring clean cloths from Victoria, headed for her office decided to sleep in her old little room.

ZZZZZZZZ

There is one more thing you should know, father! Said Diego as they all entered the hacienda, leaving the poor helpers speechless at realizing their master's son was Zorro.

What else don't I know about you, Diego? He asked holding his breath as Dona Maria and Felipe excused themselves and headed for their quarters, decided to give them some privacy.

This is not about me... Answered Diego. In fact, it is about your hacienda. As he said that, he headed towards the fireplace and opened the sliding panel. After you, father! He invited the surprised old man.

A secret passage? Asked Don Alejandro, looking at his son.

Actually, it is ... much more than that! He replied, as his father entered the passage followed by Diego, and, going down a few stairs, suddenly found himself in Zorro's cave.

ZZZZZZZZ

Diego was right about the prisoners. After listening to the confessions of their leaders and realizing it was Zorro himself who had let the battle against them, even the gravely wounded ones decided to turn against the men who had incited the riot. Thus, the Governor, who came to Los Angeles with only twenty-five men, left a few days later with an army of a hundred soldiers and all the information he needed to warn Mexico City and the commanders of the garrison and the presidios. He did not, require any military support from the Capital, though, as the minds of both Diego and Emmanuel Do Santos, together with the contingent of men now at his disposal, proved more than enough for him to retake control of California without any bloodshed.

ZZZZZZZZ

Around two o'clock on that very afternoon, the Pueblo de Los Angeles was in a terrible state of agitation over the approaching nuptials. Everyone wanted to be involved and to participate and, since no official invitations had been sent, all the people in town considered themselves invited. Ignacio de Soto, after spending the entire morning glued to a chair, trying to remember every interaction he had ever had with both Zorro and Diego de la Vega and only vaguely aware of what had happened in town (from the conversation between Zorro and the rebel commanders), entered the tavern to find his wife, dressed in a beautiful gown he did not recognize, having lunch.

Good morning husband mine! She said as he sat down in front of her, happy to see he was in one piece but unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing she had been worried sick about his safety.

Morning? What are you talking about, my darling? It is two in the afternoon! He corrected her

So? How are you...adjusting? She asked ignoring the fact that he dared contradict her, since she was feeling a little guilty for not having returned to the hacienda and having decided to stay in town instead. She did, however, think he might need some time by himself and she was usually right about her husband.

Adjusting? To what? He asked

To finding out who Zorro is? She said

I..I don't know what you are talking about, my dear! I have no idea who Zorro is and, for all I know, nobody does. It is one of those mysteries no one will ever find out, I am sure! He answered, shocking his young bride.

Jessie! Ignacio! Said Diego at entering the tavern in an elegant black suit, making De Soto shivering, still undecided how to feel about the man who had turned, quite literally over-night, from archenemy into his step-brother. Have you seen Sergent Mendoza by any chance?

Diego! How are you? Asked Ignacio, in an effort to mask his anxiety.

Very well, Ignacio, thank you! He replied rather casually, looking around for the Sergent.

I saw Mendoza entering your father's office earlier, Diego. Said Jessie. So what happened last night? You didn't tell him? She asked, looking at her husband, as Diego made a sign with his head, confirming Ignacio surely knew he was Zorro.

Tell me what? Asked Ignacio

That he is Zorro! She stated

Diego? Said Ignacio trying to dissimulate. Don't be absurd!

Did they bumped his head? Jessie asked Diego concerned

No, I don't believe so...Diego replied, suddenly doubting his words

For God's sake, De la Vega! You have a price on your head! If someone hears this conversation you will hang! Whispered the former alcalde, careful not ot be overheard.

Jessie and Diego looked at each other confused.

You...you are fearing for Diego's life? Asked Jessie, not sure if to jump and kiss him or to burst out laughing.

Well, since my mother had the bad inspiration to marry his father, I am rather stuck with him, aren't I? He replied, careful not to be overheard. My mother would never forgive me if I let anything happen to her "dear Diego"! He replied upset with the thought of his mother preferring Diego over him.

Everybody already knows, Ignacio! Said Diego and Ignacio looked around the room to see the people looking and smiling at Diego. But I do appreciate the sentiment! If you'll excuse me, I need to find the Sergent.

Has he gone mad? The governor will have him executed! Said De Soto as Diego left the tavern.

He has been pardoned, Ignacio! After all, yesterday he almost singlehandedly saved the Governor's life, Los Angeles and, quite probably, the entire California! The Governor has been trying to convince him to accept becoming the new Deputy Governor. She assured her husband.

Really? He asked. So.. there is no more Zorro? He added with some regret.

I'm afraid not. She replied, amused by his sudden sadness. By the way, Diego and Victoria are to be married at three.

In half an hour, you mean? Asked Ignacio

Yes. She confirmed

Good I decided to came to town or I might have missed it! Said Ignacio

Oh...and Felipe is able to speak and hear. And he is almost as good a fighter as Diego! She continued to fill him in.

Of course he is. Said Ignacio.

ZZZZZZZZ

May I come in, father? Asked Diego at entering the Alcalde's office.

Of course, son! Come in! Don Alejandro approved indicating for him to enter. I am only glad to see you use the door as the good Sergent informs me you usually prefer the roof entrance. He continued, with a clear intention to tease him.

Maybe I will use it next time, father. Diego replied seriously. Sergent, I wanted to talk to you!

With me, Don Diego? He asked.

Yes. As you well know, I am marrying Victoria in about half an hour and I was wondering if you would like to be my best man?

Me? Zorro's best man? Mendoza asked incredulously as Don Alejandro was smiling.

Diego smiled back

Well you are my best friend, are you not, Sergent? Afterall you did save my life quite a few times...

No, Don Diego! You were the one to always save me! The Sergent said with the sincerity of a child looking up at his older brother. I would be very proud to be your best man, Don Diego! He said, as tears filled his eyes.

Perfect! Smiled Diego. See you in half an hour, Sergent! Father! I still have some preparations to make. Diego added and exited the office.

My son is Zorro! Said Don Alejandro proudly, as soon as Diego left. I always knew that boy was special, but it is just now that I truly begin to understand just how special he really is, Sergent! Wherever his mother might be right now, I can only pray she also knows!

ZZZZZZZZ

The wedding was attended by the entire pueblo, everyone grateful for all Zorro had done for Los Angeles. With Felipe's help, Diego and Victoria's wedding was the first to be immortalized in a heliography (a primitive form of photography), one that, unlike the previous ones Diego had taken, did not fade away since he managed to improve the process. A month after the wedding, just as Diego and Victoria were getting accustomed to their married life and increased family, Captain Dos Santos returned to Los Angeles together with his twenty men, bringing Diego an official appointment as Deputy Governor of California and the papers assigning them to his guard. Three years later, as the Governor moved on to a ministerial position in Mexico City, Diego became the Governor of California, the only one to ever rule from Los Angeles.

Victoria left the tavern to Ramon when she married and he agreed to Diego's suggestion to give half of it to Sergent Mendoza, who finally got the life he was meant for, happily serving wine at the bar.

Diego and Victoria's only natural children, a twin boy and girl, were born one year after they got married, the same week as Ignacio and Jessie's firstborn, Clara, a girl who was the perfect copy of her mother and who, to her father's despair, eventually ended up marrying Diego's son, Alejandro, the spitting image of his own father. Alejandro shared, however, more than the good looks with Diego since he grew up to become a brilliant inventor and just as good a fighter. Marysol grew up adoring her "papi" and, encouraged by Diego, became a doctor, spending her entire life in Los Angeles with the De la Vegas and the family she eventually made for herself. As for Victoria and Diego's daughter, Elena, she grew up to be one of the most beautiful women in California, kind and gentle but just as brave as her father and as feisty as her mother. It took her a long time to find a husband though since, following her mother's advice, she never settled for less than a man who truly desearved her, and eventually became a famous writer and an abolitionist.

Felipe left for Mexico City, not long after Diego and Victoria were married, to study law. It only took him two years to complete his studies since his father had already made sure he possessed extensive knowledge in the field before he even got to university. While one of the most popular young bachelors in the Mexican capital – for rather obvious reasons – he never did like living there and was eager to return to Los Angeles. During his long career as a magistrate, Felipe was elected Alcalde of Los Angeles three times (for one-year mandates), eventually following in his father' footsteps towards governorship. He was also involved in the negotiations for California to join the United States, being entrusted to ensure his people would not become second-class citizens in their own country. He married twice in his life. First to Quinona, his first love, when he was 25, a marriage which was very happy but only lasted for three years as his young bride died quite suddenly from an aneurysm, both Diego and Jessie being powerless to help her. Five years later, after a long mourning and sure to have given up on love, Felipe met a beautiful young widow, called Amelia and, a year later they married. Felipe adopted Amelia's four-year-old son, Miguel, and, during their many years together, the pair was also blessed with three daughters and seven grandchildren, both living to meet eight of their fourteen grand-grand-children.

Don Alejandro and Dona Maria had a long and happy marriage, enjoying their lives and each other as their family grew around them.

When the hacienda De la Vega became too small for all of them, Diego enlarged it, so that each family would have their own separate space and privacy. The one thing he never changed was the library. The cave remained a De la Vega secret, only to be shared when the descendants became of age. He also made sure Tornado had his own descendants, the finest horses in California.

As for Zorro, his adventures did not end, as Jessie had thought, when Diego removed the mask. No longer an outlaw, he still rode when the pueblo was attacked and the bells of the Church called for his help. At first, with Diego Governor, it was Felipe to take-on the mantle. Then, Alejandro followed their father's and his older brother's footsteps. Sometimes, even Elena put on the mask, since she was just as smart, agile and as good a fighter as the De la Vega men. The truth about Zorro's identity, while it had been, for the first years after Diego's reveal, one of the main topics of discussion in all circles of life, in the Americas and in Europe, it eventually faded away. Decades later, only the true Los Angelinos remained aware that the mask would hide a De la Vega, and it was a secret they kept only for themselves, certain that Zorro would always ride out to defend them.