It was a cloudy morning of late October 1812 when the coach from Monterey arrived and stopped before the tavern. Victoria, as she usually did, watched from the terrace who would descend from it, and looked curiously at the two women who were its only passengers.

The first one to step foot into the plaza was a lady in her early 50s, no longer pretty – if she had ever been – her face long, ended in a pointy chin, and her thinning hair kept in a bun. She was wearing a widow's black dress, and the innkeeper found her rather familiar.

The other was a young woman, a couple of years older than Victoria, pretty, yet not beautiful. She was dressed in an orange silk dress which did nothing to help her appearance.

The older woman immediately started ordering the driver what to do and where to leave their luggage and the taverness felt sorry for the man, considering that the newcomers had over six rather large trunks with them.

Once the luggage was all piled up next to the terrace, the older woman looked around and rested her eyes on Victoria. "Señorita, please take this note to Don Sebastian, to inform him we have arrived a day earlier, and he needs to come for us." As she said that, she offered the young woman a small, folded-up note.

Seeing how the taverness just eyed her questioningly, the señora immediately searched her purse and took out a few coins, out of which she chose the smaller two and offered them to her.

"I'm sorry, Señora, but I am not a messenger," Victoria stated. "If you need one, I suggest you knock on that door, right there, and ask for Tonino." She uttered, indicating a nearby house.

"I see. Then, be so kind as to ask the boy to take my message to my brother." The señora requested, offering her another coin.

"I am afraid I'm rather busy right now, so you'll have to do it yourself." The taverness answered, rather resentfully, before turning around and entering the tavern.

"Not very polite for a tavern helper…" The daughter concluded as she smiled seductively at two caballeros sitting at a table.

"Well… Since she won't help, I'll have to go myself. Stay here and make sure she doesn't steal anything from our trunks!" Her mother instructed.

After the message had been sent, the two women sat down at a terrace table and asked Victoria for a pitcher of lemonade.

"Is this the only tavern in Los Angeles, Mother?" The young woman asked.

"Yes. It's a very old one, too. And the service leaves much to be desired."

"You should have a word with the owner about that helper."

"I am not a helper, Señorita, but the owner of this tavern." Victoria uttered as she brought the two their lemonade, then returned inside her face reddened by ire.

"She must be the daughter of the Escalantes." The older woman told her daughter, not even realizing her blunder. "My brother wrote to me to inform me that her parents had both died and she inherited the tavern. I personally told him that managing a tavern is not a job for a decent young woman, but he said she had the protection and help of the De la Vegas, so she is doing well. I doubt that's true, though. Women are just not cut out for business."

"I heard the name of the De la Vegas in Monterey… Doña Alma de Moncada is a De la Vega, is she not? "

"Yes. She's a second cousin of Don Alejandro de la Vega, who is also one of your uncle's friends. We've known the De la Vegas all our lives. Don Alejandro's father, was your uncle's godfather, which is why your uncle is named Sebastian, after him." The señora explained. "By the way he looked at me when I was young, I am quite certain that Alejandro would have courted me, but I was merely 13 when we last saw each other. He left for Spain when he was about 20 with his twin brother. Then he joined the army for a while and only returned after his brother's death, with a wife and a child. In the meantime I had already married your father and moved to Monterey. I was here a few times after that, but our paths haven't crossed since. He was either away on cattle drives or visiting his relatives in Santa Barbara. Had things been a little different, you'd be a De la Vega. In fact, you might still become one. His son, from what I hear, is quite the match. You have only been here once, when you were a child, and I think he was visiting some of his relatives at the time, so I don't believe the two of you have met before. But rumor has it he's tall and very good-looking. Besides, he's also the only heir to his father's fortune, since he has no other siblings."

"He sounds promising."

"Indeed, Rosita! Get Don Diego to fall in love with you, and you'll never want for anything your entire life! Besides, from what I was told about him, he's very polite and the kind of man a woman can do with as she wants. As Doña De la Vega, you'd be constantly pampered by your husband who wouldn't refuse you anything. And I'll be more than happy to move in with you at the De la Vega Hacienda. I hear it's quite magnificent."

Victoria only listened in to the end of that conversation, but was already barely stopping herself from strangling both women.

To all their luck, Don Sebastian arrived in a carriage to take them to the hacienda, even if, unprepared for the amount of luggage they had brought with them, he had to take the reins himself and leave his driver to guard most of the trunks until another servant arrived with a wagon.

ZZZ

"Diego!" Don Alejandro called.

The young man was in the cave, studying a book he had recently rediscovered in the hacienda's library. His hope was to adapt some of the weapons designed by the Ancient mathematician/ physicist/ astronomer/ engineer/ inventor Archimedes, to be used by Zorro, and he was just making some progress with a multi-arrow device when he heard his father.

Checking the library through the spyhole, he hurriedly exited through the sliding panel, and headed towards the corridor leading to the older man's room just in time to almost bump into his father, who was turning a corner, heading his way.

"Here you are, Son!" The older caballero uttered. "Sebastian just sent me a note to inform me his sister and niece have both arrived a day early, so he invited us to have dinner with them at his hacienda this evening."

"Father… This señorita… I hope you're not expecting that she and I…"

"Son, you made clear to me that you are not yet open to love. I know. But… well… at least do me this one favor and try to be courteous to the young girl. You might find that you have much in common…" Don Alejandro told him with a knowing smile before making his way outside to order for the carriage to be ready at 5:30 p.m.

Diego watched him leave, then, a resigned look on his face, went to his room to freshen up and dress for dinner.

ZZZ

Rosita was not what Alejandro had been promised. She was insistent, pushy, shallow and her education left a lot to be desired. Worse yet, she and her mother seemed to be a "package deal" and the two De la Vegas were forced to agree to take the mother and daughter for a carriage ride around the area the following day.

Since he was in no mood for that, though, Diego woke up the following morning and headed for the courtyard, where he knew he'd find his father drinking his coffee at that hour, determined to inform him that he'd have to leave for San Pedro that day in order to buy some chemicals he needed urgently, for which reason he'd be unable to accompany the older don and the two women on their ride.

"Good morning, Don Diego!" He heard Maria's voice as his eyes were searching for his father.

"Good morning! Have you seen my father? Has he already left?" He wondered.

"No. El Patron is in his room. He asked me to tell you he wasn't feeling very well, so he asks that you accompany Señora Clara and her daughter by yourself." The woman informed him.

Diego shook his head and smiled knowingly before heading for his father's quarters. Being allowed in after knocking, he neared the older man's bed and took a good look at him.

"Good morning, Father!" He uttered. "I hear you're not feeling very well…"

"Oh, Diego… It's you… No, Son… I… I have a headache… and my throat is killing me. I must have caught your cold." His father answered.

"Hm… Your symptoms… They wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Señora Clara and the attention she had been granting you last evening, during dinner…" His son wondered.

Don Alejandro stared at him and gave up the pretense at seeing his son's broad smile.

"Very well, Diego!" He answered, stopping the pretense and getting up from the bed. "I am sorry for getting us both in this. But please, Son! I am really in no mood to deal with those women."

"You believe I am?" The tall caballero asked, folding his arms across his chest. "Fine… But you owe me for this. I'll drive around with them today, and they are all yours to entertain tomorrow. I need to go to San Pedro for some provisions." Diego uttered.

"Alright… Alright. As long as you are back in time for dinner! We also have other guests to think of!" The older caballero agreed.

His son nodded. "I'll tell them you had some urgent business to attend to. I know how miserable you are when forced to stay in bed all day."

Having reached that agreement, Diego sent the two women a note informing them that he'd come for them at 10:30 and that his father was detained by some urgent affairs of the hacienda. As per his calculations, around noon it was already too hot for the ride, so he would be able to cut it as short as possible, then free himself from the two, who would certainly want to return home for lunch and siesta.

He wasn't that lucky, though. Instead of returning home, Doña Clara decided they should stop by the tavern to have lunch (and show off what she considered a new couple), then visit a nearby lake where Diego was to read them while they'd rest in the shade. Since he was not asked for his consent, he had to resignedly agree.

"Buenas tardes, Señorita!" He greeted Victoria with a smile as he followed the two women inside the tavern. "Would you be so kind as to bring the three of us some lemonade?" He inquired.

"Of course, Don Diego!" She replied, grinning genuinely at him and glaring at his companions.

The caballero watched her curiously for a few moments, then joined the ladies at their table.

"I must admit, Don Diego, that Los Angeles has a certain charm…" Rosita uttered as she looked around, smiling at him. "Of course, it takes the right man to make one truly appreciate it…"

"Indeed it is a charming pueblo. At least, true Los Angelinos believe so." He answered, pretending not to have noticed the allusion.

"Monterey is even more charming, in my view. How come you've never visited it?" Doña Clara wondered.

"I have. Many times. And I do agree it's a charming town, although Los Angeles will always place higher in my heart." He answered.

"Here is the lemonade, Don Diego." Victoria interrupted their conversation to say in a cold tone while she placed the pitcher and three glasses in front of the young man and his two companions. "Would you also like to eat?"

"Yes, thank you, Victoria. What's for lunch?" The tall caballero wondered.

"Chili con carne, arroz con pollo, and albondigas soup." She answered.

Diego looked inquiring towards the two women, thus inviting them to choose first.

"Not that many options…" Doña Clara commented, disliking the look the caballero had given the taverness. "The taverns in Monterey serve at least five courses for each meal."

Victoria looked resentfully towards her, then smiled, which worried Diego a little at realizing it was a fake grin. "I fear that is all we can offer in a small pueblo such as Los Angeles. I recommend the chili con carne. Don Alejandro is my supplier, and everyone knows he raises the best cattle in the territory."

"We'll all have that, then, won't we, Don Diego?" Doña Clara answered and asked, without actually expecting the caballero to say anything. "And a bottle of wine."

"Ah… Actually, I'm not feeling very hungry today." Diego contradicted. "Just a soup for me, please, Victoria."

She nodded and headed for the kitchen, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"My uncle told me you like art." Rosita uttered, addressing the caballero.

"Indeed. I have a great passion for all forms of art, especially music and painting. My father has a wonderful art collection at the hacienda and I've been doing my best to add to it. In fact… we have just acquired a painting by Cristóbal de León that has recently arrived from Europe." Diego answered.

"Oh! I would very much love to see it." Rosita replied. "Cristóbal Colón** is one of my favorite painters. You are so fortunate to have managed to buy one of his works. My father spared no effort to procure two of his paintings that now hang in our mansion in Monterey! And he had to pay a fortune to get them."

"Ah… I… I meant a painting by Cristóbal. De. León." Diego corrected. "But it's no wonder your father must have paid large sums for Columbus' paintings since they must be impossible to find. In fact, before now, I, myself, must admit to have never known that, besides being an explorer, tyrant and slave trader, he was also an accomplished painter."

"Oh… Ah…Yes, he truly was. I hope you'll come visit our house, and admire the paintings for yourself." The young woman tried to save face, and her mother hoped Diego found her charming rather than silly. On second thought, she remarked to herself that men don't appreciate intelligent women, anyway, so silliness might just play out in her daughter's favor.

"Ah… Here comes the food!" He uttered, happy to see Victoria heading their way.

She carefully put down the tray, then placed the plates and the cutlery in front of the three. Behind her, Alicia brought them the wine bottle and glasses.

"Buen provecho!" Victoria wished them, before she disappeared through the curtains.

"Won't you raise a glass with us, Don Diego?" Doña Clara asked at seeing the caballero didn't even pour wine into his glass.

"I'm afraid I don't touch alcohol… Never developed a taste for it." He justified himself, raising his lemonade glass instead.

Diego silently patted himself on the back for his meal choice as soon as the two women who sat at his table turned completely red after only one bite of the food. Doing their best to avoid spitting it out, they reached for their wine glasses, which did little to improve the situation for them.

As the caballero he was, the De la Vega heir immediately stood up and headed for the kitchen to ask Victoria for two glasses of water and some bread to, thus, help the ladies. Unfortunately for him, they mistook chivalry for concern, and he found himself increasingly subjected to Rosita's unrequired attentions.

By the time he arrived home that afternoon, pretending to have fallen victim to a possible heatstroke, he felt more exhausted than after an entire night riding as Zorro and fighting bandits.

"I am impressed you managed to prevent the Señorita from following you to your room after deciding to take care of you!" His father uttered as soon as he finished recounting him how his day had gone.

"Trust me, it wasn't easy!" Diego answered. "Tomorrow I'll be back in time for the party, but I can't guarantee how long I'll be staying."

Don Alejandro nodded his understanding.

ZZZ

"Diego!" Don Alejandro called the following morning, hoping to convince him to help with the Señora and the Señorita.

"Tell my father I have left early in the morning for San Pedro!" The tall caballero asked his ward as he was putting on Zorro's black clothes, having decided it would be safer for him to ride as the masked outlaw than to spend even one minute more than absolutely necessary in Rosita's company.

Felipe nodded with a smile, then exited to the library to carry out his wishes.

About five hours later, after spending most of the morning and part of the afternoon patrolling the territory, *Diego returned with a basket in which he had a baby.

Felipe's eyes grew wide at seeing the little girl and immediately asked if she was Diego's.

"Oh, no! She's not mine." He immediately answered the unspoken question. "By the look of her clothing, she could be Russian. Many of the Russian settlers from up north are settling in Santa Barbara and Buenaventura. Now, till we find her correct parents, let's take very good care of her!" He continued, as he handed the basket to the boy, who glanced in disbelief between the little girl and the older man, wondering what he was expected to do with her.

"Well, somebody has to stay with her." The masked man replied to Felipe's growing anxiety.* "The party is due to start in half an hour."

The boy nodded, then continued to stare at the baby while Diego changed his clothes and left the cave through the sliding panel, heading for his room.

Just moments after his guardian left, the baby started crying and, at smelling her, Felipe realized she needed to be changed. However, having never done anything like that before, and lacking instructions, it took him a while to decide what to do after getting rid of the soiled diaper. Looking for a disposable cloth, he, thus, soaked it in water, and did his best to clean her. As the water was cold, the baby started screaming louder and the boy prayed nobody would hear her from the library.

Looking around for something to replace the diaper with, he noticed some of Diego's papers on the desk and, somewhat upset with his guardian, he decided to use them to fashion a new diaper.

That was a bad idea and a poor revenge on his mentor since the little girl hated the paper diaper, and continued crying, driving Felipe up the walls, for the following hour and a half when, finally, Diego returned.

*"I know this isn't easy, Felipe." He said as he took the baby from the boy, then took out his pocket watch and dangle it above the little girl in an effort to quiet her down. "You could find nothing else to use than my study of Archimedes for a diaper?" He asked Felipe, who had meanwhile slumped down on some sacks of hay, a look of exasperation on his face. "Such a dilemma, little one." He then continued, talking to the baby. "What are we to do with you?"

Felipe signed a big Z in the air, then made a begging gesture with his hands.

"Soon." Diego promised with some amusement.* "Come," he addressed Felipe, "we need to find something else to use as a diaper. If anyone sees these papers Zorro's identity will not remain a mystery for much longer."

They looked around but found nothing. Diego sighed. "I guess I'll need to return to the hacienda. Wish me luck!" He asked as he again handed the girl to a resentful Felipe.

It was fortunate that Rosita, believing Diego had returned to the courtyard, where the party was ongoing, had decided to look for him there, thus giving the caballero a chance to run to his room and find a piece of clean cloth, then return to the cave.

Seeing how distressed his ward was, though, after the two of them managed to change the diaper again, realizing they were both a bit out of their depths when it came to children, neither one having had any experience with one, the tall caballero finally decided to put on the mask and take the little girl to Victoria, hoping she'd be able and willing to care for her.

She was busying herself making a fresh pot of stew when Zorro came in through the kitchen door.

"Zorro!" Victoria uttered with a smile as he neared her and showed her the baby.

"Ooh, she's beautiful!" The taverness exclaimed and the masked man confirmed that statement. "Ah! She's a treasure!" She continued before the thought crossed her mind that it was HIS baby, and she almost froze. "She is yours?" Victoria asked.

"No. Um… I rescued this treasure from two pirates of the prairie." He replied.

"Thank goodness!" She exclaimed, relieved the baby wasn't his. "That you were there, I mean." The young woman added, fearing he'd take her words the wrong (or, rather, right) way.

"Till I find her parents, do you mind?" He wondered, and she understood at once why he was there.

"Oh, of course not. Oh, are you hungry, little one?" Victoria questioned, then looked at Zorro. "You did feed her, of course?"

"Is Zorro not a man of action? She was fed. Possibly." He answered, realizing once more neither he, nor Felipe had any idea about taking care of a baby.

Mendoza's steps resounded from near the curtains, so Zorro hurriedly leaned next to a wall, hoping the Sergeant wouldn't notice him there.

"Sergeant Mendoza! Out of my kitchen!" Victoria ordered, holding the basket with the baby close to her.

"But I was just going to… Is that a baby?" He wondered.

"Out! Out! Out!" Victoria demanded heading towards him menacingly, and causing Mendoza to back out of the kitchen and into the taproom. "And stay out!" She demanded.

"Don't let it happen again!" Mendoza replied, doing his best to hide his humiliation while putting on his jacket. "Or there's going to be some real trouble!"

"What seems to be the problem, Sergeant?" Ramone asked as his man neared his table, where he was pouring himself some wine.

"Apparently, Señorita Escalante is a bit overprotective of her baby." Mendoza answered.

"Her what?" His commander inquired.

"Her baby, Alcalde. You know, a small infant… tiny… child." He replied.

"You don't say!" Ramone uttered as, in his mind, he was figuring out the baby who had suddenly appeared in the tavern must have been the same some Russian colonists were trying to find, and for who they were willing to pay 500 pesos to get back. "Send me two lancers, Sergeant!" He ordered, pointing a finger at Mendoza.

"Right away, Alcalde!" The man answered.

About five minutes later, just as Victoria was doing her best to make Zorro nervous by opening a discussion about children and the possible removal of his mask, Ramone – who had decided to arrest her for abducting little Natasha Petrovna – together with his lancers, stepped into the kitchen. His initial intend suddenly changed at noticing Zorro there, so he decided to take the opportunity and accuse the black-clad man of kidnaping.

"Do you really believe that I am capable of stealing this child?" Zorro asked the Alcalde, as he made his way toward the fire and, grabbing a pan, he warned Victoria before throwing her stew at the lancers. They screamed in pain while the masked man used their distraction to jump over the wall into the taproom.

After a short fight nobody actually won, and during which Ramone forced Zorro to retreat as he threatened Victoria, the masked man fled, the child was handed over to Mendoza for safe keeping, and Victoria was imprisoned for conspiracy and kidnapping.

The black-clad outlaw led the lancers following him on a short chase, then tricked them and doubled back to the pueblo, where he arrived just in time to see the Alcalde going to the church. Finding that initiative rather suspicious, considering that the man avoided the institution almost as much as the devil avoids frankincense, he followed him inside.

It was only then that he realized the official's true plans.

The man met with the child's parents and an older man acting as leader of the group and translator, a certain Ribikov, and informed them that Zorro had taken the baby and was demanding a 1,000 pesos reward – coincidently, about the same amount the Alcalde was still missing from the governor's tax fund.

The masked man, thus, waited for him to leave, and then revealed himself to the Russian leader, who pointed his gun at him as soon as he revealed his name.

In the meantime, Mendoza, realizing he was unable to take care of the baby himself, ordered Victoria released, and ended up following her to the tavern where he made sure everybody stayed quiet while she fed the little girl.

After telling Ribikov how he had found the girl and convincing the man it hadn't been him to ask for a reward, but the Alcalde,* Zorro urged the Russian to gather his men and follow him to the cuartel to face the official. On their way, though, just as they neared the tavern, they heard Ramone order his lancers to search for Mendoza and Victoria. Certain that meant the Sergeant had come to his same conclusion about needing the taverness' help with the baby, the masked outlaw had the men follow him up to the tavern's terrace, from where they could listen in to what was going on in the taproom.

On his way up, Zorro found a small piece of wood and decided he knew exactly what to do with it.

"Two of you should hide in each of the adjacent rooms and have your pistols ready!" The masked man instructed as he exited to the first floor's hallway, and sat on the rail, listening to the lullaby being played in the main room as part of Victoria's patron's efforts to help put the baby to sleep.

Since he anticipated at least a few minutes of waiting before the Alcalde was inspired to come search the unusually quiet tavern, he took out his knife and started whittling the piece of wood in order to turn it into a toy for the little one.

*By the time the guitar stopped playing the baby was fast asleep in Victoria's arms and Mendoza was determined to stop anyone from waking her up.

Suddenly the door slammed open, the loud noise caused by it instantly waking up Natasha.

"Silencio!" Mendoza instinctively yelled before jumping to his feet at noticing it was the Alcalde who came through the door, followed by two lancers.

"And just what, Señorita, do you think you are doing?" Ramone wondered.

"Returning the child to her parents." Zorro uttered as he continued carving the piece of wood.

"Lancers!" Ramone called as he saw him.

The lancers aimed their muskets at the masked outlaw but, just then, the Russians came out pointing their pistols at them and at their leader.

"Try not to think of this as defeat, Alcalde! Think of it as… justice." Zorro uttered, smiling down at Ramone.

"Stand down your weapons!" The official ordered and the lancers did as asked.

Since the money was in his possession and it was all he truly cared about, finding himself unable to do much against his nemesis and the men who had chosen to become his allies, Ramone decided it was time to retreat to his office.

"Oh, the ransom money, if you please!" Zorro stopped him, pointing at the bag in his hands.

The Alcalde stopped and glared up at him, silently cursed the masked man, then left the bag on the bar.

"I relish the day I see you hang!" He threatened the masked man before leaving with his men.

"I'll try not to take that personally," Zorro answered with a grin, then brushed off some wood shavings on Ramone as he and his lancers walked out of the tavern.

The man stopped and looked at the shredded wood adorning his jacket, frowned, and headed to the garrison, while Victoria smiled at the masked man and he grinned back at her before returning to his whittling.

He still wore a large smile as he returned home that evening and recounted for Felipe that the baby was back with her parents, endowed with one of Mendoza's shirts to wear as a nightshirt, and with a new toy.* He finished by adding that Victoria would be a great mother someday, and the boy took the chance to make Diego promise he'd never again have him change diapers.

The hacienda was empty by the time Diego returned to the library. Hearing steps down the corridor, he immediately took a book and sat down, pretending to be reading.

"Now you show up!" Don Alejandro muttered as he saw the young man. "Where have you been the entire evening, Son?"

"In hiding." He answered. "When Señorita Rosita started talking about marriage, I felt it was time to disappear."

The older man chuckled. "I did the same when her mother opened the topic." He admitted. "Where did you hide?"

"I'm afraid that will remain my secret," Diego stated with a smile. "With you as a father, one never knows when he needs to escape another young woman."

"No… Don't worry about that. I've learned my lesson. I promise, Son, I'll stay out of your love life from now on. Just try to keep your heart open. You never know when the right woman might show up." Don Alejandro encouraged him.

"Perhaps, she already did…" The young man couldn't help but utter.

"What did you say, Diego?"

"Oh, nothing, Father! I was just thinking out loud." He answered.

ZZZ

"Think about it, Señorita! I would make a wonderful husband." Mendoza uttered the following day, just as Diego and his father stepped into the tavern.

"If I would marry you, Sergeant, I'd go broke in a week!" She replied.

"I didn't know you were in love with Victoria, Sergeant!" Diego muttered, rather surprised by the subject of conversation.

"He's not! He's in love with my tamales." The taverness uttered, and the two caballeros smiled broadly while Mendoza shrugged his shoulders. "But where are the two ladies you've been accompanying the past couple of days? Have they left so soon?" She teased, glad the two women weren't accompanying Diego that morning.

"No… They haven't left." Don Alejandro uttered. "However, Don Berto and his son have offered to drive them around today, so we're off the hook… I mean, they, sadly, no longer need us."

"Ah…" Victoria uttered as her entire face brightened into a smile.

"You know, perhaps you and Diego should consider getting married. You wouldn't go broke with him as a husband, and with a woman like you by his side he'd still feel free to pursue his… interests." The older caballero uttered. Victoria and Diego exchanged a glance that betrayed a mixture of anxiety, embarrassment and curiosity. "Too bad I already promised my son not to interfere in his love life anymore, or I'd find a way to convince you two! As things stand, I'll stay out of it!" He added, but neither one looked relieved.

Victoria forced a smile on her face and apologized to head at full speed towards the kitchen, while Diego invited Mendoza to join him and his father for lunch in order to, thus, ensure a much-needed change of subject.

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*Excerpts and summaries taken from NWZ episode "Zorro's Other Woman" written by Greg Collins O'Neill.

**Cristóbal Colón is the Spanish version of the name Christopher Columbus. As its pronunciation resembles that of the name of the Spanish painter Cristóbal de León, I thought it made for a funny little mistake.