When the fourth morning unfolded its golden mantle across the world, King Khosrow Parviz drew his gleaming blade and set forth toward the realm of Warigh—a city renowned for its sacred crosses and sanctuaries of healing. Off the main path stood an ancient, solitary monastery, from within which echoed the rhythmic prayers of a holy hermit. Khosrow rode to its gates and hailed the recluse, offering blessings upon his devotion.
Upon descending, the monk gazed at the majestic stranger and instantly pierced his disguise, addressing him as the rightful monarch fleeing the usurper Bahram Chubin. Surprised by this supernatural insight, Khosrow tested the elder, claiming to be merely a humble messenger journeying to Caesar. The monk gently rebuked him, declaring that falsehood had no place among the righteous, and proceeded to unveil the hidden tapestry of the future: Khosrow would secure a mighty Roman legion, powerful arms, and the hand of Caesar’s royal daughter. Within twelve to fifteen months, the crown of Iran would be restored to his brow, while Bahram Chubin would flee into distant exile, eventually meeting his doom by Khosrow's own decree.
Yet the vision held a dark shadow. When asked about his companions, the monk warned Khosrow of bitter turmoil and betrayal arising from his own uncle, Gustaham (Bastam). Hearing this grim prophecy, Gustaham stepped forward in anger, swearing sacred oaths by Almighty God, the Holy Fire of Adur Gushnasp, and the King's own life that he harbored no treasonous thought. Khosrow reassured his uncle, yet grimly noted that when divine destiny decrees a stroke of fate, human wisdom and mortal oaths are rendered helpless.