In the Iranian war camp following the fierce encounters that claimed the lives of Homan and Nastihan, the venerable commander Goudarz called upon a trusted scribe, binding him to utmost secrecy. He commanded a royal letter to be drafted for King Kay Khosrow, detailing every turn of fortune: Giv's diplomatic mission to Piran and its rejection, the bloody clashes upon the plains of Gonabad, and the astonishing prowess displayed by Bijan against the Turanian mace-bearers. Goudarz then laid bare a grave warning: Afrasiab himself had arrived at the banks of the Oxus with a mighty, endless army. Should the Turanian monarch cross the river into Iran, the front-line forces could not withstand him alone unless King Khosrow personally marched to reinforce the host. Furthermore, Goudarz requested news of the mighty Rostam the Demon-Binder, Lohrasp, and the wise Ashkash.
Once the letter was folded and sealed, Goudarz summoned his son Hajir—a youth possessing the wisdom of the aged. Embracing him, the father instructed him to ride like the raging wind, resting neither by night nor day. Hajir selected two brave companions, and together they mounted swift steeds. Relaying fresh horses at every station and taking their food and sleep atop the saddle, they traversed the vast distance, arriving near the royal court within a single week.
Upon learning of the messenger's arrival, King Kay Khosrow dispatched Shammakh and a company of noble warriors to welcome him. Hajir entered the royal presence, touching his face to the ground in homage and delivering the greetings of the army's elders. Overjoyed, Khosrow welcomed him warmly, placed a radiant turquoise crown upon his head, and eagerly inquired after Goudarz and the commanders. The royal scribe was then called to read Goudarz's dispatch aloud.
As the heroic words echoed through the hall, Kay Khosrow's heart filled with pride. He commanded his treasurer to fill Hajir's mouth with brilliant rubies, showering him with purses of gold coin, brocade robes of state, and ten magnificent steeds caparisoned in gold. After an evening of celebration and council, as dawn broke, Kay Khosrow cleansed his body and spirit. He donned humble garments of devotion and knelt before Yazdan, weeping tears like spring rain. Bowing low, he prayed to the Almighty for victory, divine glory, and protection against the wickedness of Afrasiab.