When nine months passed for the moon-faced daughter of Mihrak, she brought forth a child of noble height and glorious aura, possessing the likeness of Esfandiyar or Ardashir himself. They named him Ormazd, for he stood like a tall cypress amidst a verdant meadow. For seven years, the child was reared in complete secrecy, sheltered from the eyes of the world and forbidden to venture outdoors. Yet, when King Ardashir departed for a seven-day hunting expedition alongside his son Shapur, young Ormazd grew weary of isolation and study. Grasping a bow in one hand and two arrows in the other, he ran into the open square where children played polo.
At that very hour, the Sovereign returned from the hunt with his army and the High Priest. As a boy struck the polo ball, it rolled swiftly across the field, coming to rest right before the royal entourage. Trembling with fear, the children froze, but Ormazd darted forward like a raging wind, retrieved the ball directly in front of his grandfather, and let out a mighty shout. King Ardashir was struck with wonder at the boy's fearless posture and demanded to know his lineage. When none dared speak, the Mobad lifted the child from the dust and brought him before the King. Without a flicker of dread, the boy declared: 'I am the son of Shapur, who is your own son, and my true bloodline traces back to the lineage of Mihrak!'
Ardashir marvelled at the unfolding of destiny. He smiled and summoned Shapur, who turned pale with anxiety. But the King reassured his son, affirming that a noble child is a blessing from whichever source he springs. Shapur then revealed the truth of how he had saved Mihrak's daughter at the well and kept their son hidden until he reached fruition. Overjoyed, Ardashir embraced the child, carried him to the palace, and seated him upon a golden throne. He bestowed upon him a royal crown and torque, showering pearls and gems over the young boy until his frame was entirely covered in treasures.
Great riches were distributed to the poor and wise, fire temples were draped in rich silks, and the halls of Nowruz and Sadeh were magnificent with celebration. Ardashir addressed the assembled grandees, recalling the ancient prediction of Kaid the Indian: that the realm would only reach absolute stability and everlasting fortune once the seed of Ardashir united with the line of Mihrak Nush-zad. Thus, harmony prevailed across the seven climes, and all regional rulers inscribed their allegiance to Ardashir as King of Kings.