Diego deposited the boy by the tree in the middle of the meadow, and remained sitting on Toronado.
"Shall we have that duel you wanted so badly? I'd prefer the wooden over the steel, but if you truly insist…"
"Don't be ridiculous, Father."
"What?"
"I'm not going to fight you."
"Afraid that you will hurt me? Afraid that I will hurt you?"
"Neither, it's pointless."
"Sparring is good for the soul. Sometimes. I brought your sword with me. Here," Diego said, passing it to his son. Jaime took it and looked at it thoughtfully.
"Are you really Zorro?" Jaime asked.