When the flames of rebellion were extinguished by the courage and sagacity of Gordyeh, the lion-hearted maiden called for pen and inkstand to compose a royal epistle to King Khosrow Parviz. She commenced her letter with praise unto the Almighty who cleanses human hearts of malice, reporting how the King's commands had been flawlessly executed and how the hostile host was utterly scattered. With the profound humility of the noble, she reaffirmed her boundless devotion to the throne.
Upon reading her letter, King Khosrow was filled with immense joy. He sought a silver-tongued envoy well-versed in ancient lore and dispatched a royal rescript, embellished like the famed illustrated codex of Arzhang. In this masterpiece of praise, he summoned the exalted lady to court. Reading the King's summons, Gordyeh blossomed like a spring rose; she paid her soldiers their dued wages and set forth toward the capital with a splendid retinue and vast riches.
As she drew near the royal seat, a great army rode out to welcome her with full honors. Upon entering the royal presence, she delivered treasures beyond measure—countless glittering gems, gold dinars, gold-woven brocades, royal crowns, jeweled belts, a golden throne, and gilded shields. Khosrow gazed upon her cypress-like stature, her face radiant as dawn and her tresses dark as midnight, out of whose lips dropped pearls of eloquence. Overjoyed, he welcomed her to the royal inner palace and accorded her supreme honor. Soon after, observing all sacred ancient rites and with the assent of her brother Gourdoui and the royal counselors, Khosrow took Gordyeh as his queen, bestowing lavish robes of honor, gold, and silver upon all her brave companions.