"Diego? Son?" The elderly don uttered. "How could you be Zorro? Why have you never told me?"
"I tried to, Father. More than once… But I decided it was too dangerous a secret to share with you… I put on the mask so that I could make sure you were safe. Sharing my secret would have defied its purpose." The tall caballero tried to explain as he turned towards his father.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" the don asked.
"The Indians I used to visit as a child, Sir Kendall, and some friends of mine." Diego answered.