Another week dawned, and Prince Bahram Gur rode forth toward the hunting grounds with a proud army, accompanied by trained cheetahs and soaring falcons. Beneath the shadow of a mountain, he sighted a fierce lion tearing into the spine of a wild ass. Seeing this, Bahram drew his dark raven bow string tight and notched a three-feathered poplar arrow upon his thumb-ring. With formidable strength, he released the shaft; it pierced through the lion's heart and stitched its body directly onto the wild ass underneath, covering both beasts in a rush of crimson blood. Slaying both monsters with a single strike, Bahram strode back into the royal hall with blade in hand.
The following week, Noman and Monzer rode out to the hunt alongside Bahram, joined by the noble chieftains of the Arab tribes. Monzer desired above all else that Bahram demonstrate his majestic horsemanship and boundless physical strength to these warlike chieftains. Soon, they encountered a flock of wild ostriches bounding across the desert plain like untamed war-camels. Bahram charged like a gale-force wind, smiling as he gripped his bow and drew four arrows from his belt. One after another, he released the shafts with lethal precision, tearing through feathers and flesh alike. So flawless was his marksmanship that not by a needle's breadth did any shot deviate from the other.
When the noble spear-men inspected the fallen beasts, they marveled, finding every wound identical to a single hair's width. Monzer and his fierce warriors erupted in breathless praise. Monzer proclaimed: 'O Prince, my heart rejoices in you like a rosebush laden with blossoms! May your glowing moon never wane, nor your strength falter!'
Upon returning to the palace, Monzer's pride soared to the highest heavens. He gathered master painters and silk-artists from Yemen before his gates. He commanded them to paint Bahram's miraculous hunt onto fine silk—depicting the prince atop a camel, drawing his bowstring ring, surrounded by lions, gazelles, wild asses, and swift ostriches across the desert sands, all captured in rich black ink upon silk. Monzer dispatched a swift courier to carry this painted masterwork to King Yazdegerd. When the royal messenger presented the silk before Yazdegerd's court, the Persian nobles stood in utter astonishment, singing unanimous praises of Bahram's matchless valor. From that day forth, whenever Bahram accomplished great deeds of strength and art, messengers were galloped across the realm to inform the King.