When the devastating news of the young prince Farud's slain honor reached the high hall of King Kay Khosrow, a roaring fire of grief and terrible wrath consumed the monarch's heart. He summoned his wise scribe to lay bare his weeping eyes and agonizing soul upon the parchment. The decree began with profound praises unto the Sovereign of the Sun and the Moon—He who fashioned place and time, creating both the fragile ant and the mighty elephant, and from Whom alone victory, wisdom, and royal glory flow. Khosrow affirmed that every turn of fortune, from the radiant sky to the dark dust, manifests the sacred justice of the Almighty.
Then, the King poured his burning sorrow over the head of Tus, the ill-omened commander. Khosrow lamented how Tus had brazenly violated the royal command to avoid the high pass of Charam and the realm of Kalat, thereby driving his own high-born brother Farud—the radiant pillar of Iranian nobility—to an untimely grave. Consumed by the twin fires of his father Siyavash's unavenged blood and his brother's tragic loss, Khosrow revoked Tus's authority and bestowed the supreme command of the Iranian army upon Prince Fariburz. He commanded Fariburz to take up the Kavian Banner, to heed the sage counsel of Goudarz, to shun hasty battles and wine-laden revelry, and to place the formidable Giv at the vanguard of the host.
The royal messenger rode day and night without rest, swapping horses at every outpost until he reached the camp. Upon the reading of Khosrow's stern mandate, Tus surrendered the royal standard, war drums, and armored elephants to Fariburz. Stricken with shame, Tus turned back toward the capital, where the King's unyielding judgment awaited to cast the headstrong commander into iron chains.