After the competition, Butaj has ridden out. He chooses a fallen tree to sit down. His music is the best way to tell her where he is. Huludai is allowed to graze freely, he has deserved it.
Butaj's thoughts are not at peace. The rumors about him leave him deeply troubled. He is ashamed of no thing he did, but the light in which people have started to talk about it is very unpleasant. He is not used to this extent of vicious twisting of facts and wonders who is cruel enough to do so.
Of course, those darn peasants.
He consoles his soul with the signal composition played on his large fiddle.
(Morin Khur)