Summary
 The chapter is about a childhood incident that the author writes about with nostalgia. He remembers how one early summer morning, his cousin, Mourad brought a beautiful white horse to enjoy riding. The riding was full of childish thrill. The narrator describes in detail his cousin, Mourad. He was considered one of the craziest members of the Garoghlanian tribe. He was full of life and loved following his passions without caring for people around him. He could do anything to do the things he loved. Only a crazy boy like him could take the horse for riding at early dawn every day. He sacrificed his night’s sleep every night for his passion for riding. He even risked his tribe's reputation for his passion for riding. Mourad had the knack of handling almost any critical situation. His heart was full of love for animals. Mourad was considered to have taken after his uncle, Khosrove who was also very eccentric. His most idiosyncratic and peculiar characteristic was his typical response to any question or request put to him. He would react, "It is no harm; pay no attention to it." Once he was sitting at a barber’s shop, having his moustache trimmed. His son came running to tell him their house was on fire. He responded calmly saying, "It is no harm; pay no attention to it." The barber grew panicky and asked him to run home; however, Khosrove got annoyed and shouted at the barber, "It is no harm; pay no attention to it." The stolen horse belonged to John Byro. One day he bumped into Mourad and Aram (the narrator) while they were taking the horse to hide in in a barn; still he refused to believe his eyes. Finally, the horse was returned to the rightful owner. John Byro was excited to get his horse back. He was happy as his horse had become healthier, better in behavior, and more decent.