The Mark of Zorro Page #2

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Oh, no, Your Excellency.

The bird is yours, as a giFT.

Not one centimo will he cost you.

That's a better attitude. Much better.

Turn him over to my handlers.

Seor.

And what caballero is this?

Or is he some young lord from Spain?

A good guess, Excellency.

He's just from Spain.

This is Don Diego Vega,

son ofyour respected predecessor.

Ah. I thought such fabric came from Madrid.

Must have cost you plenty, eh?

The caballero is here for words ofwelcome,

not to discuss the price of his clothes.

Of course, to be sure.

Welcome back, young sir.

Regard this house as still your home.

- I thank Your Excellency.

- Luis! Luis!

A ship is in from Spain. The shops

will have something worth looking at.

- I need...

- Money, money, money. It's always money.

Luis, I don't know this caballero.

- He's offyour precious ship from Spain.

- How delightful.

Will one ofyou ill-mannered boors

present him?

Don Diego Vega. Seora lnez de Quintero.

- My wife, seor.

- Seora.

Your Excellency is a very fortunate man.

I'm not so sure. She thinks

pesos grow on mulberry trees.

Your husband was also fascinated

by the caballero's... clothes.

We're overwhelmed by the latest fashions.

And no wonder.

What is there here to interest a woman?

I long for the life you've been leading. The

gaiety and splendour of Madrid and the court.

- Patience, my love. You'll see it all someday.

- Doubtless, when I'm an old hag.

That catastrophe could never

overtake you, seora.

Did you hear? How easily

he makes pretty speeches.

I regret, seora, that...

You were saying, Don Diego?

Oh, yes. I was saying

that I must tear myself away

and make some speeches

to my father and mother.

Don't leave me to these barbarians.

Come to the shops with me

and help me make my selections.

Oh, you... you tempt me, seora.

I love the shimmer of satin and silk,

the matching of one delicate shade

against the other.

Then there's the choosing

of scents and lotions -

attar of rose, carnation,

crushed lily... and musk.

- As for ornaments and jewels...

- But Don Diego must see his parents.

Too true. Duty rather than pleasure.

Excellency. Capitn.

- Seora.

- I'll see you to the door.

That's one little peacock

that won't give us any trouble.

You think not?

The capitn is jealous. The fop

has pricked the fencing master. Touch.

(stammers)

I don't like such jests.

Your eye might fail you.

It's possible.

- Who was that?

- Oh, no one you know.

Someone new. Very charming.

He must be, from the colour in your cheeks.

At last, aFTer all these months

in this dreary place,

someone who knows the newest fashions,

the latest dances, how to flatter a woman.

- When can I meet him?

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