"If I am to teach you to fence, Jaime de la Vega, then be here tomorrow at dawn," Zorro said calmly, as he stood up, brushing dust off his trousers. He gave a sharp whistle, and Toronado came to his side, shaking his mane.
"If you aren't here, I'll take it as a no."
"My father wouldn't like it, Zorro. He doesn't like it if I play too rough. He'd have a fit if he saw me with a rapier."
Zorro nodded thoughtfully. "Then don't tell him," he said, secretly pleased at the shocked expression on his youngest son's face.