When word reached young Bijan that Human had ridden forth like a roaring lion before the grand general Goudarz, mocking the host of Iran, fierce indignation ignited the young champion's heart. Unable to endure that a Turanian warrior should boast unanswered before the venerable elder of the House of Kashvad, Bijan ordered his fleet dapple-grey steed saddled and clasped his fine armor shut.
He hastened first to his father, the mighty Giev, speaking passionately of the sorrow that weighed upon their ancestor Goudarz, whose heart was torn by the loss of so many noble sons. Bijan implored his father to grant him the revered coat of mail that once belonged to Prince Siyavash, so he might ride out and crush the arrogance of Human. Yet Giev, treasuring his only son above his own life, urged prudence. He warned Bijan not to overstep the wisdom of Goudarz, who was far more experienced in the stratagems of war.
Undeterred, Bijan spurred his horse straight to the pavilion of Goudarz. Respectfully yet boldly, he challenged the commander's hesitation, asking why a treacherous wolf like Human was allowed to enter their lines and leave unharmed. He declared that if denied permission to fight, he would lay down his armor and appeal directly to King Kay Khosrow. Hearing such unyielding valor, Goudarz's heart swelled with pride. Laughing with joy like a free cypress, the old general blessed Bijan, recognizing that the youth possessed the heroic spirit needed for this trial, and ordered Giev to yield Siyavash's divine mail.
Giev hesitated once more, torn by fatherly anguish. But Goudarz reminded him that in the sacred war to avenge Siyavash, ordained by the King's royal decree, one must not withhold even loved ones from the altar of honor. Seeing his father's reluctance, the proud Bijan refused to beg; he turned his horse and galloped toward the battlefield empty-handed. Stricken with remorse and consumed by fatherly devotion, Giev wept tears of blood, prayed fervently to Yazdan for his son's preservation, and galloped after him. Catching up to the youth, Giev dismounted, embraced his son, and surrendered his swift steed, heavy mace, and the precious armor of Siyavash.
Clad in the legendary garb of the martyred prince and accompanied by an interpreter fluent in the Turanian tongue, Bijan rode out into the meadow. There he beheld Human, looming like a mountain of steel in glowing mail. The interpreter shouted Bijan's fierce defiance across the field, denouncing the crimes of Turan. Human, marveling at the youth's audacity, praised his spirit but pointed out that dusk had fallen over the hills. Human proposed a solemn pact: to delay their duel until the break of dawn. Bijan accepted the morning covenant, warning Human that when the sun rose, his head would be severed from his body and his soul cast into darkness.