The victorious King Kay Khosrow, sensing the hour of his departure from the mortal dust, summoned the Iranians to bestow his final farewell. Embracing his paladins with weeping eyes, he prayed to Holy Yazdan to protect them once he had traversed this transient world. A mighty lamentation arose from the Iranian host; women and children poured into the streets, and mourning filled every alleyway for the righteous monarch. Khosrow exhorted them to rejoice under the care of the Sun's Creator, declaring that he had untied his heart from this fleeting abode, guided by the divine messenger Sorush.
Retiring to his inner palace, the King summoned his four sun-faced maidens and revealed the secret of his imminent departure. Devastated by the news of eternal parting, the maidens tore their hair, scratched their cheeks, and wept bitterly, begging to accompany him. Yet Khosrow reminded them of the universal fate of all mortals, recalling how even Jamshid's sisters, his own mother—the daughter of Afrasiab—and Mah-Afarid, the daughter of Tur, had all found their final pillow in the dark earth. He then summoned Luhrasp, entrusting the precious maidens to his care and charging him to treat them with such honor that he would feel no shame when standing before Siyavash and Khosrow in the realm beyond.
Bestowing the Kianian crown upon Luhrasp, Khosrow commanded him to sow only the seeds of virtue, never to grow proud of treasure or throne, and to pursue absolute justice. Luhrasp dismounted, kissed the earth in deep reverence, and vowed to uphold the King's sacred charge. Bidding farewell to the new monarch, Kay Khosrow set out toward the mountain peaks, accompanied by the noble champions of Iran—Zal, Rostam, Gudarz, Giv, Bizhan, Gostahm, Fariburz, and Tus—while a weeping populace and vast host followed in grief to the mountain edge.