I answered that to me he looked like a great noble, whereon one of them said that I was right, that there was no blood in Spain higher than his, but unfortunately, there was a bend in its stream, also an inkpot had been upset into it." "What does that mean ?" asked Peter.
"It is a Spanish saying," answered Castell, "which signifies that a man is born illegitimate, and has Moorish blood in his veins." "Then I asked what he was doing here, and the man answered that I had best put that question to the Holy Father and to the Queen of Spain.
Lastly, after I had given the soldier another cup, I asked where the don lived, and whether he had any other name.

He replied that he lived at Granada for the most part, and that if I called on him there I should see some pretty ladies and other nice things.

As for his name, it was the Marquis of Nichel.

I said that meant Marquis of Nothing, whereon the soldier answered that I seemed very curious, and that was just what he meant to tell me--nothing.

Also he called to his comrades that he believed I was a spy, so I thought it time to be going, as they were drunk enough to do me a mischief." "Good," said Castell.