When the wise Mobad heard the words of the orchard keeper and observed Shapur with a discerning spirit, he instantly perceived that this lion-hearted man was none other than the King of Kings, his face radiant with the divine royal glory. Without delay, he dispatched a swift messenger to the Iranian commander, announcing that the imperial tree had blossomed once more and the divine luster of King Shapur had manifest—urging him to summon armies from every realm. Upon hearing this joyous news, the commander's heart surged with renewed spirit and vengeance against the invaders. He bowed his head to the righteous Creator, offering praises to the Almighty who had preserved Shapur to behold his kingdom and forces once more.
As night unfurled its dark banner and stars gleamed around the moon, warriors converged upon Suristan from every corner of the land. Riding singly and in pairs, they galloped straight to the lodge of the humble orchard keeper. Once the gathered forces rested, the host entered Shapur's presence and announced that the champions of Iran were assembled outside. Shapur commanded the gates opened. The nobles entered, falling prostrate upon the earth before their sovereign. Shapur embraced his grandees, recounting the agonizing trials he had endured—the torment of the ass's hide, the arrogant boasts of Caesar, and the courageous maiden whose love and mercy had saved his life under God's providence.
Setting his mind to vengeance and strategy, Shapur commanded scouts to be deployed in every direction and the roads to Ctesiphon tightly sealed, ensuring no rumor of his liberation reached Caesar. He cautioned that if the Roman emperor learned that the Royal Glory had awakened, he would strike with full force to crush Iran before they were prepared. Therefore, vigilance had to be maintained day and night with outposts and watchtowers until the Mobad arrived with the main host, whereupon they would launch a surprise retribution that would forever strip sleep and safety from the Roman invaders.