Slowly riding on his horse at the front line while laughing very loudly was Atticus. At the top of his lungs he laughed prominently than anyone's laughter closer around him and although they were all already since long ago done going through the White-veil, by imagining it's ticklish sensation all over his body, he continued to laugh meaninglessly. Many, although he's the crowned chief's son, began to perceive that no one right there can be any better than him in terms of lack of ignobility, ridiculousness, naiveness and stupidness.