Following the Khagan's proposal, the valiant and sagacious Gordyeh gathered her counselors and commanders in secret to chart a new path. She addressed the leaders, declaring: 'The Khagan is indeed a noble and grand monarch, yet historical destiny warns us that any blood-bond between Turan and Iran yields nothing but agony and doom. Remember how Siyavash, pure of spirit, allied with Afrasiab only to lose his head upon a golden basin? Remember how his son Kay Khosrow subsequently filled both realms with dust and blood? We are strangers in Turan, without roots or shield; we must not surrender our lives to the treacherous embrace of Turanian rule.'
She thereupon executed a brilliant stratagem: she drafted a covert letter to her brother Gorduya at the Iranian court, bidding him reveal their plight to Shah Khosrow Parviz and sway the King's heart with eloquent pleas so that a royal pardon might be granted. Upon hearing her words, the chieftains marvelled at her wisdom, praising her as a leader whose iron resolve no mountain could shake, outshining even the wisest viziers.
Without delay, Gordyeh summoned the army's muster-master, distributing generous coin to review the ranks. From the entire force, she handpicked one thousand one hundred and sixty elite horsemen—warriors so formidable that each could hold off ten foes in battle. She then gathered three thousand sturdy camels from the plains to carry their baggage and provisions. As pitch darkness fell over the land, Gordyeh arrayed herself in full war gear: she donned her coat of mail, strapped rich armor onto her steed, put on her helmet, and grasped a heavy mace. Alongside noble champions such as Sinah, Mehr, and Izad Goshasp, she led her armored host. Riding like the swift wind across dawning days and dark nights, they secretly abandoned Turan, spurring their chargers toward the sacred soil of Iran.