When the sun once more raised its golden crown upon the azure vault, King Noshinravan ascended his ivory throne. Gathered before him were the illustrious mobads, battle-tested leaders, seasoned sages from every realm, and sharp-witted scribes such as Saveh, Yazdgerd, and Bahman. The monarch turned to his wise vizier, Bozorgmehr, bidding him to adorn his mind with truth and illuminate the path of righteous courtly service, revealing how a subject ought to honor the king's commands and preserve the royal covenant.
Bozorgmehr bowed before the throne and proclaimed that the wise man beholds the service of the king as interwoven with divine faith itself. He cautioned that a ruler's command must never suffer delay, for whoever harbors enmity toward the crowned monarch delivers their soul into the clutches of Ahriman. The king is the bedrock of cosmic tranquility, radiant with the Divine Glory (Farr); thus, a devoted servant must cherish the sovereign's will above their own life, guard the throne's secrets from the sun and moon, and shun falsehood and idle chatter. He likened the royal court to a tempestuous ocean where wisdom serves as the sail and measured speech as the anchor, warning that the king's favor and wrath are like fire—nurturing when well-pleased, yet consuming when provoked.