Following the resounding triumph over the Roman host, Commander Rashnavad returned with the brilliant youth Darab to the ruined archway—the very sanctuary where he had first beheld the sleeping hero and heard the mysterious voice foretelling his imperial destiny. The humble washerman and his wife stood waiting in deep anxiety, clutching the radiant ruby, terrified of royal wrath yet seeking refuge in the Almighty.
Rashnavad questioned them gently, prompting the couple to recount the miraculous tale from its inception: the floating chest abandoned upon the turbulent currents of the Euphrates, the long years of loving hardship spent nurturing the foundling, and the precious jewel sealed within his swaddling bands. Hearing this profound truth, Rashnavad realized the hand of Divine Providence at work. Without delay, he drafted an urgent communique to Queen Homay, detailing his dream under the archway, the miraculous collapse of the stone ruins the moment Darab stepped forth, the youth's unmatched bravery on the battlefield, and the washerman’s fateful revelation.
Entrusting the letter and the glowing crimson jewel to a swift courier instructed to outrun the wind, the message was delivered directly to the throne. As Queen Homay unsealed the scroll and beheld the ruby she had tied to her baby's arm so many years ago, tears of bitter remorse and overwhelming joy streamed down her face. She instantly remembered the tall, radiant youth who had stood out amidst her marching host, realizing he was none other than her own flesh and blood—the child she had cast upon the waters out of fear and folly.
Weeping with profound repentance, Queen Homay bowed before the Lord of the Cosmos, giving thanks that Despite her ungratefulness, the Divine had preserved her son and restored him to her through Rashnavad's auspicious path. She ordered the royal treasuries thrown wide open: mountains of gold, musk, and precious gems were distributed to the needy, generously bestowed upon fire temples and priests, and scattered across every province of the realm in honor of sacred traditions such as the Sadeh Festival. On the tenth morning, Rashnavad and Prince Darab rode toward the royal court, poised to usher in a glorious new era for Iran.