Damascus, Syria-1152 (4)
‘Yusuf! You must come now. It’s time to go to school.’
‘Oh, Al-adil, I don’t want to go! Look at my horse, Aneed! I don’t know why Turan Shah says that he’s bad. He’s going to be very good at polo. He always knows what to do!’
The boy of fourteen rode quickly up the ball with the stick in his hand. He hit it hard and sent it flying over to his brother. Al-Adil stopped the ball with his foot.
‘Father says that you’re the best rider of all of us , Yusuf. That’s why, when Turan Shah couldn’t do anything with Aneed, Father gave the horse to you .But you must go to school or you’ll be in terrible. Don’t forget what Father said the last time that you were late!’
Yusuf jumped down from his horse’s back and took him back to the house. Then he ran as fast as he could for school.