When the month of Farvardin arrived, painting the petals of the earth in vibrant hues, dew drops rained from soft clouds, and the valleys and mountains bloomed with crimson tulips. Nobles gathered in the royal gardens as wild deer roamed the meadows, and King Khosrow Parviz looked upon the crystalline fountains filled with waterbirds. He ordered the trumpets to sound, bringing forth golden goblets filled with fragrant, spiced wine. The court sat upon the tender grass, indulging in joyful discourse and celebration.
It was during this merry gathering that the clever Gordyeh devised a delightful spectacle. She brought forth a tiny kitten, dressed so exquisitely that it appeared no different from a small child. The kitten was seated atop a wooden toy horse adorned with a golden harness studded with precious jewels. From its delicate ears hung shimmering earrings, and its claws were dyed red like tulip petals. With eyes pitch black and a dreamy, drunken gaze, the creature trotted merrily around the garden, led by its golden reins.
At this humorous sight, the King of Kings burst into laughter, and all his court joined in the delight. Turning to Gordyeh, Khosrow asked: 'O beautiful lady, name whatever your heart desires, and it shall be granted.' The wise woman bowed low before the monarch and spoke: 'O exalted King, grant me governance over the realm of Ray so that I may free the hearts of the sorrowful from grief. And recall that ill-omened, wicked governor of Ray! For he is a vile and petty man who casts cats out of homes and smashes the rain-spouts of the poor line by line!'
Khosrow laughed heartily at her witty request and called her a warrior-moon. He at once ordered that the ugly-faced, malevolent governor—who behaved like Ahriman—be fetched in disgrace. The wicked official was swiftly executed in pain and misery for his cruelty and worthlessness. Thus, Gordyeh was granted the province of Ray, and King Khosrow's royal fortune grew ever brighter like a crowned tree of heaven.