"What are you going to do with me?" Jaime asked.
"This is your grandfather's sword, I take it? Your father doesn't fence," Zorro said softly.
"My father is teaching my brothers. He's more than competent enough," Jaime said with spirit.
Zorro grinned slightly.
"Just what I said I would do. Teach you to fence." Glancing at a flower, he left himself open, and Jaime lunged at him, knocking the masked man off his feet.
Zorro reacted instinctively, and pinned the wriggling boy to the ground within seconds, using a little more force than he would have.
Sitting up, Zorro laughed.