Bahram Gur and his counselor Mondhir sat in private council to deliberate the fate of the Iranian throne. Their shared resolve crystallised: to march from Yemen into the heartland of Iran at the head of a formidable host. Mondhir handpicked thirty thousand Arabian warriors, proficient with spear and dagger, enriching them with gold and invigorating their spirits. When news of this grand march reached Iran, the chieftain Javanuy relayed the intelligence to the realm's leaders. Filled with apprehension, the Iranian nobles gathered at the sacred Fire of Azar Burzin, praying to Yazdan that impending conflict might yield to peace and festive harmony.
Upon reaching the arid plains of Jahrom, Mondhir encamped his massive forces, while Prince Bahram raised his grand pavilion amidst the surrounding array of spears. Bahram turned to his seasoned advisor, questioning whether the hour called for immediate battle or diplomatic discourse. Mondhir sagely counseled restraint: Bahram should invite the Iranian magnates to a royal feast, listen to their concerns, and reveal his unmatched grandeur, wisdom, and rightful lineage. Only if they stubbornly rejected his birthright should the sword be drawn to transform Jahrom into a sea of blood. Delighted by Mondhir’s strategic wisdom, Bahram smiled with renewed confidence.
At daybreak, as the sun crested the mountains, the Iranian elders prepared to meet their prince. An ivory throne was arrayed for Bahram, crowned with a gem-encrusted diadem. He sat in majestic royal state; Mondhir sat at his one side, and Noman stood at the other, sword in hand, flanked by the vanguard of Arab warriors. When the curtains of the royal tent were drawn back, the Iranian nobles stepped through the threshold. Beholding Bahram’s regal majesty and splendid crown, they wept tears of emotion, chanting praises to the Creator. Bahram received them with royal grace, bestowing upon each elder a seat of honor matching his dignity.