When the great Hormozd ascended the throne of sovereignty, tranquility encompassed the realm, and the claws of the wolf were clipped from the flock. He offered hymns of praise to the Almighty Creator who wrought the revolving heavens, Mars, Saturn, and the radiant Sun. Through righteous speeches, the king imparted deep wisdom upon his nobles, counseling them on justice, humility, and the perils of ingratitude and sloth. For nine years he held the scepter with wisdom, until the wheel of fate turned, and illness took his life in his youth, leaving no mature prince to claim the crown. For forty days the empire wept, and the throne stood vacant. Then the chief Mobad entered the royal chambers and discovered a maiden of breathtaking beauty, whose womb bore the secret seed of kingship. The nobles placed the royal crown suspended above the couch, and within forty days, a child radiant as the sun was born. The Mobad bestowed upon him the name Shapur, celebrating his birth with grand festivities. Golden-girdled warriors wrapped the forty-day-old infant in fine silk and placed him beneath that suspended golden crown upon his blessed father's throne, restoring the Divine Glory to Iran.