"I want you to leave as well, Father," Zorro said. He folded his arms impatiently. "You are not as young as you were."
"Neither are you," Alejandro said sharply. "He's my grandson, and this is my home. Do you expect that I will run for the hills like an old man?"
"I would prefer it," Zorro said. "We'd best make some preparations. Jaime might slow them down a little, but they will be here soon. They mean to strip you clean, Father."
"We'll show them it's not good to take on the de la Vegas, son."
"Remember Jaime," Zorro cautioned.