On the fourth day of standoff, Bizhan, filled with youthful ardor and eager for battle, rode to the heart of the Iranian camp before his father, Gev. Tearing his robes and casting dust skyward in frustration, he cried out against the prolonged inaction enforced by Goudarz. He lamented that five days had passed in idle waiting, where warriors sat trapped in armor while their blood cooled and swords lay unsheathed. Bizhan suggested that Goudarz, haunted by the tragic losses of his sons at Pashan and Lavan, had lost his heart for combat and preferred gazing at the stars. He begged Gev for a thousand elite horsemen to strike the enemy's hidden forces. Gev smiled warmly at his son's fierce zeal and offered praise to the Almighty for bestowing such a valiant heir. Yet Gev gently reproved his son, reminding him never to question Goudarz—a veteran commander whose strategy was to lure the Turanians away from their mountain fortress and await the propicious alignment of the stars. Persuaded by his father's wisdom, Bizhan bowed to his grandfather's judgment, agreeing to lay aside his battle gear, refresh his spirits with wine, and remain ready for the moment Goudarz summoned him to war.