"No. That is in Scotland."
"But listen," Pablo said. "When you wear skirts like that, _Ingl閟_--"
"I don''t wear them," Robert Jordan said.
"When you are wearing those skirts," Pablo went on, "what do you wear under them"
"I don''t know what the Scotch wear," Robert Jordan said. "I''ve wondered myself."
"Not the _Escoceses_," Pablo said. "Who cares about the _Escoceses_ Who cares about anything with a name as rare as that Not me. I don''t care. You, I say, _Ingl閟_. You. What do you wear under your skirts in your country"
"Twice I have told you that we do not wear skirts," Robert Jordan said. "Neither drunk nor in joke."
"But under your skirts," Pablo insisted. "Since it is well known that you wear skirts. Even the soldiers. I have seen photographs and also I have seen them in the Circus of Price. What do you wear under your skirts, _Ingl閟_"
"_Los cojones_," Robert Jordan said.
Anselmo laughed and so did the others who were listening; all except Fernando. The sound of the word, of the gross word spoken before the women, was offensive to him.
"Well, that is normal," Pablo said. "But it seems to me that with enough _cojones_ you would not wear skirts."
"Don''t let him get started again, _Ingl閟_," the flat-faced man with the broken nose who was called Primitivo said. "He is drunk. Tell me, what do they raise in your country"