As the morning sun climbed above the mountain crests and hung its golden lamp in the heavens, a mighty shout echoed from the high battlements of Gang-Diz, sending King Kay Khosrow into deep contemplation. Presently, the heavy gates of the fortress swung open, revealing the hidden secret within. Prince Jahan, the wise and learned son of Afrasiab, rode forth accompanied by ten chosen horsemen, halting before the royal pavilion's outer portico. Manushan, the valiant Iranian champion, stepped forward to escort the Turanian envoy into the presence of the King of Kings.
Upon beholding Kay Khosrow seated in magnificent divine glory, Jahan was overcome with wonder; tears welled in his eyes, and he removed his noble helm in profound deference. Approaching the golden throne, he bowed low and offered eloquent praises, wishing the monarch eternal joy and asking leave to deliver Afrasiab's embassy. Kay Khosrow, respecting the envoy's lineage and wisdom, commanded a golden seat to be set for him. Jahan sat and recounted the Turanian king's words:
'Afrasiab sits in bitterness, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he praises the Almighty Creator for granting his grandson such regal majesty—a monarch whose paternal blood traces to Kay Qobad and maternal line to Tur himself. Yet he laments the foul sorcery of the dark demon that led his heart astray, causing the blood of innocent Prince Siyavash to be shed. Afrasiab swears that remorse leaves him without sleep or nourishment, for a demon stole the fear of God from his soul. He asks Khosrow to behold how many glorious realms, palaces, and noble warriors have been laid to waste in this endless feud. If Khosrow renounces vengeance, Afrasiab offers vast treasures, royal crowns, and the domains of China and Khorasan; but if war remains Khosrow's sole desire, Afrasiab warns of the impending bitter winter, the frost that freezes spears, and the unbreakable spirit of those who defend Gang-Diz.'