With the dawn of spring blooming across the plains, King Bahram Gur rode forth for his eighth grand hunt, accompanied by his trusted counselor Ruzbeh and a thousand select cavaliers. As they reached the hunting grounds, the vast expanse lay covered in herds of wild onagers. It was the season of courtship, and the beasts were locked in fierce yet joyful rivalries, battling and nuzzling one another, staining the spring soil ruby-red in their energetic displays.
Bahram unclasped his royal Kayanid bow from its quiver, carefully notched its ebony tips, and invoked the holy name of Victorious God. He watched patiently from atop his steed as a mighty male onager triumphed over its rivals and mounted a female in triumphant joy. Smiling at the spectacle, Bahram drew the bowstring back to his ear and loosed a single, devastating shaft.
The arrow struck the male onager with terrifying momentum; the iron broadhead and feathered fletching tore through its torso and pinned both the male and female together to the earth in an instantaneous, breathtaking strike. The assembled warriors, awestruck by this sublime display of archery, erupted in joyous acclamation. They showered blessings upon their monarch, praying that the evil eye remain forever banished from his royal glory, and extolling Bahram as a sovereign without equal in both crown and courage.