When news reached Afrasiab of his vanguard's utter defeat, the shining sun turned dark before his eyes. He sounded the war drums and rode forth like a blazing fire, reaching the battlefield only to find his forces scattered and bloodied. There he encountered Piran, the great general of Touran, bound shamefully upon his steed by the single hand of Giv. Overcome with fury and disgrace, Afrasiab scolded Piran and swore a violent oath to capture Kay Khosrow, Giv, and Farangis, severing their heads before they could reach Iran.
Afrasiab spurred his troops toward the Jayhun River in desperate pursuit, fearing the ancient prophecy that a king of dual bloodlines would rise to lay Touran to waste. Meanwhile, Kay Khosrow, Giv, and Farangis arrived at the riverbanks. The arrogant toll-keeper demanded impossible bribes for passage—including Giv's impregnable mail armor, the legendary steed Behzad, and Farangis herself. Refusing to succumb to insolence, Kay Khosrow dismounted, laid his face upon the dust, and prayed to Yazdan for divine aid. With the Almighty's grace, they plunged their steeds directly into the roaring, swollen spring waters of the Jayhun and miraculously trod the raging waves as though riding upon dry land.
Seeing this divine marvel, the toll-collector repented in terror and hurried after them with gifts, but Giv dismissed him with scorn. When Afrasiab finally reached the riverbank, he found the waters empty and the fugitives safely on the Iranian shore. Though enraged, his commander Houman dissuaded him from crossing into the jaws of Iran's mighty champions—Rostam, Gudarz, and Tus. Defeated by fate, the King of Touran turned back, his heart weighed down with despair and blood.