When the words of Bahram reached Shangal, the King of India, the monarch urged him to lay aside fiery discourse and rest. A splendid palace was set in order for the envoy of Iran, where Bahram rested until mid-day, when the radiant crown of the sun reached its zenith. Shangal ordered his attendants to summon the eloquent Iranian ambassador and his companions to the grand royal banquet. Bahram swiftly arrived and took his seat, dining with measured dignity and noble restraint. Once the feast concluded, musicians plucked melodic strings and musky aromas filled the hall while crystal goblets circulated among the euphoric nobles.
To entertain his court, Shangal summoned two gigantic wrestlers who resembled mighty demons to engage in combat. As the giant men grappled with fierce contortions, wine ignited the hero's spirit within Bahram. Turning to Shangal, he asked permission to gird his waist and enter the arena to test his own legendary strength against the champions. With a smile, Shangal granted permission. Bahram stepped forward, bent his towering stature, and seized one of the formidable wrestlers around the waist like a ravenous lion leaping upon a wild ass. He slammed him to the earth with such devastating force that the man's bones shattered and his face paled in agony. Shangal sat thunderstruck by Bahram's extraordinary shoulders, stature, and strength; invoking the name of God in the Indian tongue, he elevated the Iranian envoy's seat above forty high nobles.
When the dark silk of night gave way to the golden veil of dawn, King Shangal rode out to the royal field with polo mallet, bow, and arrow. He commanded Bahram to mount a swift steed and wield a royal Kayanid bow. Bahram pressed forward, drew the bowstring to his ear, and released a single shaft. The arrow struck the distant target with such terrifying precision that it split completely in two with one shot. A thunderous roar of acclaim broke forth from every warrior and rider on the field, praising the unmatched prowess of the Iranian stranger.