As the pure-hearted Iraj approached his brothers' camp, he remained completely unaware of the dark designs lurking in their hearts. Salm and Tur rode forth in royal fashion to receive him, commanding their troops forward in greeting. When they beheld their younger brother's gentle face, they feigned warmth and smiles, yet jealousy gnawed at their souls. Thus entered the pavilion: two men consumed by wrath and envy, and one whose heart was pristine and devoid of guile. As the soldiers gazed upon Iraj, his radiant majesty convinced them all that he alone was worthy of the high crown and throne of kingship. Love for Iraj filled their hearts, and throughout the ranks, men whispered his name in reverence, deeming him the true Sovereign of the realm. Watching from afar, Salm felt a heavy weight settle upon his spirit as he witnessed his army's devotion shift away. With a heart brimming with malice and brows furrowed in rage, he returned to the camp, cleared the royal tent of all retainers, and sat in dark counsel with Tur. Salm warned his brother, noting how the eyes of both armies had remained fixed solely upon Iraj during their march. He declared that if they did not sever his root immediately, Iraj would inevitably cast them down from their lofty thrones. And so, through the long shadows of the night, the two brothers plotted the ruin of their innocent brother.