When Rostam, the World-Champion, entered the presence of King Kay Khosrow, he bowed low, kissing the dust before the royal throne. Rising with profound reverence, he offered a magnificent benediction, invoking the auspicious Zoroastrian months and days—Hormozd, Bahman, Ordibehesht, Shahrivar, Sepandarmaz, Khordad, Amordad, Dey, and Azar—praying that their cosmic blessings, wisdom, and eternal light might ever guard the King's crown and soul. Kay Khosrow was overjoyed by Rostam’s presence, seating the hero beside himself and inquiring affectionately after Zal, Faramarz, and Zavareh. Rostam assured him of their well-being and loyalty.
The King then ordered a spectacular feast in the royal garden. Beneath a flowering shade, a wondrous mechanical tree of silver and gold stood exalted, its branches laden with ruby, emerald, and agate fruits. The hollow golden citrons and quinces within the tree were filled with powdered musk and fine wine, perfuming the breeze whenever it swept through the branches. The foremost paladins of Iran—Goudarz, Tus, Giv, and other noble lords—assembled in robes of Chinese brocade and jeweled crowns, sipping wine amidst music and rose-petals.
Amidst the festivity, Kay Khosrow turned to Rostam, hailing him as the protective Simorgh whose wings shield Iran from every threat. The King spoke mournfully of the grief consuming the house of Goudarz and the deep sorrow of Giv over his imprisoned son, Bijan. He implored Rostam to undertake the rescue of Bijan from Turan, offering unlimited treasures, steeds, and armies. Rostam kissed the earth, declaring his absolute devotion to the throne. He noted that this perilous task could not be accomplished by heavy maces or vast armies, but required stealth, cunning, and stratagem. Hearing Rostam's resolute acceptance, the Iranian lords rejoiced, and the feast continued with renewed hope.