When the veil of night fell over the realm and the earth turned pitch-black as tar, Golnar—the wise, moon-faced maiden of the palace—stole away to meet Ardashir. She revealed to him the secret prophecy of the court astrologers, which had shaken Ardavan: that a new sovereign endowed with the Divine Glory was destined to rise. Upon hearing this, Ardashir's heart churned like a tempestuous sea, knowing he could no longer endure even a single day under Ardavan's shadow.
Contemplating her words in quiet resolve, Ardashir looked upon the maiden with deep affection and proposed their flight: 'If I set out toward the heartland of Iran and the realm of heroes, will you join me on this perilous path, or remain near the king? Come with me, and you shall share in royal wealth and wear the crown of sovereignty.' With bitter tears and a cold sigh, Golnar vowed never to part from him as long as she lived, binding her fate entirely to his.
Ardashir declared that their escape must take place on the coming night. As twilight faded into a starry lapis-lazuli sky, Golnar courageously broke into the royal treasury, selecting the finest royal pearls, luminous rubies, and sacks of red dinars. Waiting until King Ardavan fell asleep and the grand hall grew silent, she darted like an arrow from the palace to Ardashir's side, laden with precious jewels.
Meanwhile, Ardashir had cunningly intoxicated the stable guards with drugged wine. Two magnificent, high-bred Arabian horses stood saddled and waiting. Donning his coat of mail and gripping a poisoned blade, Ardashir welcomed Golnar and her treasure. Without a moment's hesitation, they mounted the steeds and galloped away under the mantle of darkness, their hearts set joyfully on the long road to Pars.