بخش 23
Prose Version
In those days, Esfandiyār was hunting on the plain when a call reached him: the king had dispatched Jamāsp. Startled, he smiled and looked to his four chosen sons—Bahman, Mehrnūsh, Dalāferūz Tūsh, and Nūshāzar. Bahman blessed the king, and Esfandiyār voiced his fear that misleaders had turned the king’s heart against him; he knew no fault save that since learning the sacred faith he had kindled its fire in the world and set the realm apart by the sharp sword—surely a demon had deceived the king to seek his death. Even as he spoke, a dark dust rose from the mountains: the royal counselor, Jamāsp, came to the prince. Esfandiyār welcomed him; they dismounted, and he asked after the king. The wise man said the king was sound and joyful, kissed his shoulder, and delivered the letter, explaining how a demon had led the king astray. Esfandiyār sought counsel: if I go to court, my father may treat me harshly; if I refuse to obey, I cast off my station of subordination. Jamāsp replied: a father’s anger toward his son is better than a son’s injustice toward his father; you must go—for he is the king. They agreed, and that night they sat with wine and burning aloeswood. At dawn, Esfandiyār mounted his own throne; many troops gathered; he entrusted the army to Bahman, and girded and crowned, he set out with a band of champions for the court of the Free King.