Gilberto Risendo glanced into the mirror.  He looked every inch the caballero he truly was.

     He sneered, remembering the story that his mother had drilled into his head from the day he was born.  Of how his parents had told her to place their son in an orphanage because his leg was twisted.

     One would think there had been nothing wrong with it at all.  He could do anything any other man could do -  ride, fence, run. . .

     Today was the day he would avenge himself and his mother.  The day he had been waiting for the whole of his life.