When the following week arrived, King Bahram Gor rode to the hunting grounds accompanied by his mobads and the noble commanders of his host. There, a devoted local farmer arrived hastily, bearing a wild boar he had taken, asking to speak with the monarch in secret. When brought before Bahram, he revealed his tale: 'I am a dehqan and headman of this borderland. While channeling water into my fields, a deep fissure broke open in the earth, and the mysterious echo of cymbals rang beneath the soil, pointing the way to a buried treasure.' Bahram at once gathered workers and pickaxe-bearers to the verdant plain. Night fell, and they worked under the glow of candles and roaring bonfires. As the morning sun polished the violet sky, the diggers uncovered a massive subterranean vault constructed of baked brick and sealed with impenetrable mortar. The chief Mobad descended into the chamber and beheld an extraordinary sight: two majestic oxen crafted of solid gold standing before a golden manger overflowing with raw chrysolites and fiery red rubies. The hollow bellies of the oxen were filled with gem-carved pomegranates, apples, and quinces, inside of which lay pearls as pure as drops of water. Ruby eyes gleamed from the ancient-faced oxen, surrounded by golden lions, wild asses, pheasants, and peacocks studded with precious stones. The Mobad returned to the king in triumph, announcing that heaven had granted him the keys to a realm of jewels. Yet Bahram paused and commanded the Mobad to read the inscription upon the treasure. When the priest returned and confirmed that the seal of King Jamshid was inscribed upon the golden ox, Bahram responded with profound nobility: 'May that kingship perish whose fortune is gathered by means other than justice and the sword! Why should I claim the wealth laid down by Jamshid?' Bahram commanded that the entire hoard of jewels be sold for gold and silver and distributed to widows, orphans, impoverished men of dignity, and ruined villages—reserving a tithe for the honest farmer who found it—so that its blessings might elevate the soul of King Jamshid. Returning to his royal hall, Bahram distributed a full year's wages to his army, threw a magnificent spring-like feast, and raised a crystal goblet of ruby wine. Reflecting upon the ancient monarchs from Hushang and Fereydun to Nowzar and Kay Qobad, he reminded his court that worldly crowns fade, but a name forged in righteousness endures forever. An elder named Mahyar, aged one hundred and sixty-four years, stood to extol Bahram, declaring that no king in human memory had ever matched such chivalry as to cast away the legendary Treasure of Jamshid's Oxen for the welfare of his people.