When the impregnable citadel of Afrasiab fell to the Iranian hosts and the royal banner fluttered above its battlements, King Kay Khosrow commanded his royal scribe to bring Chinese silk and precious parchment. Dipping the reed pen into ink steeped in musk and pitch, the triumphant monarch first offered profound praises to Almighty Yazdan—the Creator of both ant and elephant, by whose divine will the heavens turn. In his letter, Khosrow detailed the conquest of Afrasiab's vast retreat, the capture of forty war-elephants, and the rout of Turan's hosts, revealing his intention to march onward toward Chin, Machin, Makran, and across the Sea of Zareh.
Giv, riding like the swift wind, carried the triumphant dispatch to King Kavus in Iran. Learning of the hero's arrival, Kavus sent noble chieftains to welcome him. Giv entered the throne room, kissed the earth, and delivered the imperial letter along with vivid tidings of victory. Hearing the news, the aged King Kavus felt restored to youth; he stepped down from the Kianian throne, removed his imperial crown, and prostrated himself upon the dark soil in fervent thanksgiving to Yazdan.
The following morning, the royal court was adorned, and Giv was seated upon a golden throne beside Kavus. At the king's command, spoils and captives were brought forth. Seeing the secluded daughters of Afrasiab, Kavus's eyes brimmed with tears; he granted them honorable quarters behind royal curtains served by attentive maidens. But when his gaze fell upon the malicious Garsivaz—the traitor who had engineered the martyrdom of innocent Siyavash—Kavus poured bitter curses upon him and ordered him thrown into a dark, gloom-ridden dungeon near the tombs, while allocating a more lenient confinement for Jahan. Thereafter, Kavus distributed wealth and gems to the needy, dispatched victory epistles across all realms, and after weeks of joyful feasting, bestowed upon Giv unmatched robes of honor, golden trays, turquoise goblets, and gem-encrusted crowns.