SHÂHNÂMEH
(The
Epic of Kings)
THE
STORY
OF ROSTAM & SOHRÂB
GIVE
ear unto the combat of Sohrab against Rostam, though it be a tale replete with
tears. It came about that on a certain day
Rostam arose from his couch, and his mind was filled with forebodings. He
bethought him therefore to go out to the chase. So he saddled Rakhsh and made
ready his quiver with arrows. Then he Turned him unto the wilds that lie near
Turan, even in the direction of the city of Saamangan. And when he was come nigh
unto it, he started a herd of asses and made sport among them till that he was
weary of the hunt. Then he caught one and slew it and roasted it for his meal,
and when he had eaten it and broken the bones for the marrow, he laid himself
down to slumber, and Rakhsh cropped the pasTure beside him.
Now
while the hero was sleeping there passed by seven knights of Turan, and they
beheld Rakhsh and coveted him. So they threw their cords at him to ensnare him.
But Rakhsh, when he beheld their design, pawed the ground in anger, and fell
upon them as he had fallen upon the lion. And of one man he bit off the head,
and another he struck down under his hoofs, and he would have overcome them all,
but they were too many. So they ensnared him and led him into the city, thinking
in their hearts,
"Verily
a goodly capTure have we made."
But
Rostam when he awoke from his slumbers was downcast and sore grieved when he saw
not his steed, and he said unto himself-
"How
can I stand against the Turks, and how can I traverse the desert alone?"
And
his heart was full of trouble. Then he sought for the traces of the horse's
hoofs, and he followed them, and they led him even unto the gates of the city.
Now when those within beheld Rostam, and that he came before them on foot, the
King and the nobles came forth to greet him, and inquired of him how this was
come about. Then Rostam told them how Rakhsh was vanished while he slumbered,
and how he had followed his track even unto these gates. And he sware a great
oath, and vowed that if his courser were not restored unto him many heads should
quit their trunks. Then the King of Saamangan, when he saw that Rostam was
beside himself with anger, spoke words of soothing, and said that none of his
people should do wrong unto the hero; and he begged him that he would enter into
his house and abide with him until that search had been made, saying-
"Surely Rakhsh cannot be hid."
And
Rostam was satisfied at these words, and cast suspicion from his spirit, and
entered the house of the King, and feasted with him, and beguiled the hours with
wine. And the King rejoiced in his guest, and encompassed him with sweet singers
and all honour. And when the night was fallen the King himself led Rostam unto a
couch perfumed with musk and roses, and he bade him slumber sweetly until the
morning. And he declared to him yet again that all was well for him and for his
steed.
Now
when a portion of the night was spent, and the star of morning stood high in the
arch of heaven, the door of Rostam's chamber was opened, and a murmur of soft
voices came in from the threshold. And there stepped within a slave bearing a
lamp perfumed with amber, and a woman whose beauty was veiled came after her.
And as she moved musk was scattered from her robes. And the women came nigh unto
the bed of the hero heavy with wine and slumber. And he was amazed when he saw
them. And when he had roused him somewhat he spake and said-
"Who
art thou, and what is thy name and thy desire, and what seekest thou from me in
the dark night?"
Then
the Pari-faced answered him, saying,
"I
am Tahmineh, the daughter of the King of Saamangan, of the race of the leopard
and the lion, and none of the princes of this earth are worthy of my hand,
neither hath any man seen me unveiled. But my heart is torn with anguish, and my
spirit is tossed with desire, for I have heard of thy deeds of prowess, and how
thou fearest neither Deev nor lion, neither leopard nor crocodile, and how thy
hand is swift to strike, and how thou didst venTure alone into Mazandaran, and
how wild asses are devoured of thee, and how the earth groaneth under the tread
of thy feet, and how men Parish at thy blows, and how even the eagle dareth not
swoop down upon her prey when she beholdeth thy sword. These things and more
have they told unto me, and mine eyes have yearned to look upon thy face. And
now hath God brought thee within the gates of my father, and I am come to say
unto thee that I am thine if thou wilt hear me, and if thou wilt not, none other
will I espouse. And consider, O Pahlewan, how that love hath obscured mine
understanding and withdrawn me from the bosom of discretion, yet peradvenTure
God will grant unto me a son like to thee for strength and valour, to whom shall
be given the empire of the world. And if thou wilt listen unto me, I will lead
forth before thee Rakhsh thy steed, and I will place under thy feet the land of
Saamangan."
Now while this moon of beauty was yet
speaking, Rostam regarded her. And he saw that she was fair, and that wisdom
abode in her mind; and when he heard of Rakhsh, his spirit was decided within
him, and he held that this advenTure could not end save gloriously. So he sent a
Mubid unto the King and demanded the hand of Tahmineh from her father. And the
King, when he heard the news, was rejoiced, and gave his daughter unto the
Pahlewan, and they concluded an alliance according to custom and the rites. And
all men, young and old, within the house and city of the King were glad at this
alliance, and called down blessings upon Rostam.
Now
Rostam, when he was alone with the Pari-faced, took from his arm an onyx that
was known unto all the world. And he gave it to her, and said-
"Cherish
this jewel, and if Heaven cause thee to give birth unto a daughter, fasten it
within her locks, and it will shield her from evil; but if it be granted unto
thee to bring forth a son, fasten it upon his arm, that he may wear it like his
father. And he shall be strong as Keriman, of staTure like unto Saam the son of
Narymann, and of grace of speech like unto Zal, my father."
The
Pari-faced, when she had heard these words, was glad in his presence. But when
the day was passed there came in unto them the King her father, and he told
Rostam how that tidings of Rakhsh were come unto his ears, and how that the
courser would shortly be within the gates. And Rostam, when he heard it, was
filled with longing after his steed, and when he knew that he was come he
hastened forth to caress him. And with his own hands he fastened the saddle, and
gave thanks unto Urmazd, who had restored his joy between his hands. Then he
knew that the time to depart was come. And he opened his arms and took unto his
heart Tahmineh the fair of face, and he bathed her cheek with his tears and
covered her hair with kisses. Then he flung him upon Rakhsh, and the
swift-footed bare him quickly from out of her sight. And Tahmineh was sorrowful
exceedingly, and Rostam too was filled with thoughts as he Turned him back into
Zabolestan. And he pondered this advenTure in his heart, but to no man did he
speak of what he had seen or done.
Now
when nine moons had run their course there was born unto Tahmineh a son in the
likeness of his father, a babe whose mouth was filled with smiles, wherefore men
called him Sohrab. And when he numbered but one month he was like unto a child
of twelve, and when he numbered five years he was skilled in arms and all the
arts of war, and when ten years were rolled above his head there was none in the
land that could resist him in the games of strength. Then he came before his
mother and spake words of daring. And he said-
"Since
I am taller and stouter than my peers, teach unto me my race and lineage, and
what I shall say when men ask me the name of my sire. But if thou refuse an
answer unto my demands, I will strike thee out from the rolls of the living."
When
Tahmineh beheld the ardour of her son, she smiled in her spirit because that his
fire was like to that of his father. And she opened her mouth and said-
"Hear
my words, O my son, and be glad in thine heart, neither give way in thy spirit
to anger. For thou art the offspring of Rostam, thou art descended from the seed
of Saam and Zal, and Narymann was thy forefather. And since God made the world
it hath held none like unto Rostam, thy sire."
Then
she showed to him a letter written by the Pahlewan, and gave to him the gold and
jewels Rostam had sent at his birth. And she spake and said-
"Cherish
these gifts with gratitude, for it is thy father who hath sent them. Yet
remember, O my son, that thou close thy lips concerning these things; for Turan
groaneth under the hand of Afrasiyab, and he is foe unto Rostam the glorious.
If, therefore, he should learn of thee, he would seek to destroy the son for
hatred of the sire. Moreover, O my boy, if Rostam learned that thou wert become
a mountain of valour, perchance he would demand thee at my hands, and the sorrow
of thy loss would crush the heart of thy mother."
But
Sohrab replied,
"Nought
can be hidden upon earth for aye. To all men are known the deeds of Rostam, and
since my birth be thus noble, wherefore hast thou kept it dark from me so long?
I will go forth with an army of brave Turks and lead them unto Iran, I will cast
Kay-Kavous from off his throne, I will give to Rostam the crown of the
Key’ianides, and together we will subdue the land of Turan, and Afrasiyab
shall be slain by my hands. Then will I mount the throne in his stead. But thou
shalt be called Queen of Iran. for since Rostam is my father and I am his son no
other kings shall rule in this world, for to us alone behoveth it to wear the
crowns of might. And I pant in longing after the battlefield, and I desire that
the world should behold my prowess. But a horse is needful unto me, a steed tall
and strong of power to bear me, for it beseemeth me not to go on foot before
mine enemies."
Now
Tahmineh, when she had heard the words of this boy, rejoiced in her soul at his
courage. So she bade the guardians of the flocks lead out the horses before
Sohrab her son. And they did as she had bidden, and Sohrab surveyed the steeds,
and tested their strength like as his father had done before him of old, and he
bowed them under his hand, and he could not be satisfied. And thus for many days
did he seek a worthy steed. Then one came before him and told of a foal sprung
from Rakhsh, the swift of foot. When Sohrab heard the tidings he smiled, and
bade that the foal be led before him. And he tested it and found it to be
strong. So he saddled it and sprang upon its back and cried, saying-
"Now
that I own a horse like thee, the world shall be made dark to many."
Then
he made ready for war against Iran, and the nobles and warriors flocked around
him. And when all was in order Sohrab came before his grandsire and craved his
counsel and his aid to go forth into the land of Iran and seek out his father.
And the King of Saamangan, when he heard these wishes, deemed them to be just,
and he
opened
the doors of his treasures without stint and gave unto Sohrab of his wealth, for
he was filled with pleasure at this boy. And he invested Sohrab with all the
honours of a King, and he bestowed on him all the marks of his good pleasure.
Meantime a certain man brought news unto Afrasiyab that Sohrab was making
ready an army to fall upon Iran, and to cast Kay-Kavous from off his throne. And
he told Afrasiyab how the courage and valour of Sohrab exceeded words. And
Afrasiyab, when he heard this, hid not his contentment, and he called before him
Humaan and Barman, the doughty. Then he bade them gather together an army and
join the ranks of Sohrab, and he confided to them his secret purpose, but he
enjoined them to tell no man thereof. For he said-
"Into
our hands hath it been given to settle the course of the world. For it is known
unto me that Sohrab is sprung from Rostam the Pahlewan, but from Rostam must it
be hidden who it is that goeth out against him, then peradvenTure he will Parish
by the hands of this young lion, and Iran, devoid of Rostam, will fall a prey
into my hands. Then will we subdue Sohrab also, and all the world will be ours.
But if it be written that Sohrab fall under the hand of Tehemten, then the grief
he shall endure when he shall learn that he hath slain his son will bring him to
the grave for sorrow."
So
spake Afrasiyab in his guile, and when he had done unveiling his black heart he
bade the warriors depart unto Saamangan. And they bare with them gifts of great
price to pour before the face of Sohrab. And they bare also a letter filled with
soft words. And in the letter Afrasiyab lauded Sohrab for his resolve, and told
him how that if Iran be subdued the world would henceforth know peace, for upon
his own head would he place the crown of the Key’ianides; and Turan, Iran, and
Saamangan should be as one land.
When
Sohrab had read this letter, and saw the gifts and the aid sent out to him, he
rejoiced aloud, for he deemed that now none could withstand his might. So he
caused the cymbals of deparTure to be clashed, and the army made them ready to
go forth. Then Sohrab led them into the land of Iran. And their track was marked
by desolation and destruction, for they spared nothing that they passed. And
they spread fire and dismay abroad, and they marched on unstayed until they came
unto the White Castle, the fortress wherein Iran put its trust.
Now
the guardian of the castle was named Hadzir, and there lived with him Gostaham
the brave, but he was grown old, and could aid no longer save with his counsels.
And there abode also his daughter Gordafrid, a warlike maid, firm in the saddle,
and practised in the fight. Now when Hadzir beheld from afar a dusky cloud of
armed men he came forth to meet them. And Sohrab, when he saw him, drew his
sword, and demanded his name, and bade him prepare to meet his end. And he
taunted him with rashness that he was come forth thus unaided to stand against a
lion. But Hadzir answered Sohrab with taunts again, and vowed that he would
sever his head from his trunk and send it for a trophy unto the King. Yet Sohrab
only smiled when he heard these words, and he challenged Hadzir to come near.
And they met in combat, and wrestled sore one with another, and stalwart were
their strokes and strong; but Sohrab overcame Hadzir as though he were an
infant, and he bound him and sent him captive unto Humaan.
But
when those within the castle learned that their chief was bound they raised
great lamentation, and their fears were sore. And Gordafrid too, when she
learned it, was grieved, but she was ashamed also for the fate of Hadzir. So she
took forth burnished mail and clad herself therein, and she hid her tresses
under a helmet of Roum, and she mounted a steed of battle and came forth before
the walls like to a warrior. And she uttered a cry of thunder, and flung it amid
the ranks of Turan, and she defied the champions to come forth to single combat.
And none came, for they beheld her how she was strong, and they knew not that it
was a woman, and they were afraid. But Sohrab, when he saw it, stepped forth and
said-
"I
will accept thy challenge, and a second prize will fall into my hands."
Then
he girded himself and made ready for the fight. And the maid, when she saw he
was ready, rained arrows upon him with art, and they fell quick like hail, and
whizzed about his head; and Sohrab, when he saw it, could not defend himself,
and was angry and ashamed. Then he covered his head with a shield and ran at the
maid. But she, when she saw him approach, dropped her bow and couched a lance,
and thrust at Sohrab with vigour, and shook him mightily, and it wanted little
and she would have thrown him from his seat. And Sohrab was amazed, and his
wrath knew no bounds. Then he ran at Gordafrid with fury, and seized the reins
of her steed, and caught her by the waist, and tore her armour, and threw her
upon the ground. Yet ere he could raise his hand to strike her, she drew her
sword and shivered his lance in twain, and leaped again upon her steed. And when
she saw that the day was hers, she was weary of further combat, and she sped
back unto the fortress. But Sohrab gave rein unto his horse, and followed after
her in his great anger. And he caught her, and seized her, and tore the helmet
from off her head, for he desired to look upon the face of the man who could
withstand the son of Rostam. And lo! when he had done so, there rolled forth
from the helmet coils of dusky hue, and Sohrab beheld it was a woman that had
overcome him in the fight. And he was confounded. But when he had found speech
he said-
"If
the daughters of Iran are like to thee, and go forth unto battle, none can stand
against this land."
Then
he took his cord and threw it about her, and bound her in its snare, saying-
"Seek
not to escape me, O moon of beauty, for never hath prey like unto thee fallen
between my hands."
Then
Gordafrid, full of wile, Turned unto him her face that was unveiled, for she
beheld no other means of safety, and she said unto him-
"O
hero without flaw, is it well that thou shouldest seek to make me captive, and
show me unto the army? For they have beheld our combat, and that I overcame
thee, and surely now they will gibe when they learn that thy strength was
withstood by a woman. Better would it beseem thee to hide this advenTure, lest
thy cheeks have cause to blush because of me. Therefore let us conclude a peace
together. The castle shall be thine, and all it holds; follow after me then, and
take possession of thine own."
Now
Sohrab, when he had listened, was beguiled by her words and her beauty, and he
said-
"Thou
dost wisely to make peace with me, for verily these walls could not resist my
might."
And
he followed after her unto the heights of the castle, and he stood with her
before its gates. And Gostaham, when he saw them, opened the portal, and
Gordafrid stepped within the threshold, but when Sohrab would have followed
after her she shut the door upon him. Then Sohrab saw that she had befooled him,
and his fury knew no bounds. But ere he was recovered from his surprise she came
out upon the battlements and scoffed at him, and counselled him to go back
whence he was come; for surely, since he could not stand against a woman, he
would fall an easy prey before Rostam, when the Pahlewan should have learned
that robbers from Turan were broken into the land. And Sohrab was made yet
madder for her words, and he departed from the walls in his wrath, and rode far
in his anger, and spread terror in his path. And he vowed that he would yet
bring the maid into subjection.
In
the meantime Gostaham the aged called before him a scribe, and bade him write
unto Kay-Kavous all that was come about, and how an army was come forth from
Turan, at whose head rode a chief that was a child in years, a lion in strength
and staTure. And he told how Hadzir had been bound, and how the fortress was
like to fall into the hands of the enemy; for there were none to defend it save
only his daughter and himself and he craved the King to come to their aid.
Albeit
when the day had followed yet again upon the night, Sohrab made ready his host
to fall upon the castle. But when he came near thereto he found it was empty,
and the doors thereof stood open, and no warriors appeared upon its walls. And
he was surprised, for he knew not that in the darkness the inmates were fled by
a passage that was hidden under the earth. And he searched the building for
Gordafrid, for his heart yearned after her in love, and he cried aloud-
"Woe, woe is me that this moon
is vanished behind the clouds!"
Now
when Kay-Kavous had gotten the writing of Gostaham, he was sore afflicted and
much afraid, and he called about him his nobles and asked their counsels. And he
said-
"Who
shall stand against this Turk? For Gostaham doth liken him in power unto Rostam,
and saith he resembleth the seed of Narymann."
Then
the warriors cried with one accord,
"Unto
Rostam alone can we look in this danger!"
And
Kay-Kavous hearkened to their voice, and he called for a scribe and dictated
unto him a letter. And he wrote unto his Pahlewan, and invoked the blessings of
Heaven upon his head, and he told him all that was come to pass, and how new
dangers threatened Iran, and how to Rostam alone could he look for help in his
trouble. And he recalled unto Tehemten all that he had done for him in the days
that were gone by, and he entreated him once again to be his refuge. And he
said-
"When
thou shalt receive this letter, stay not to speak the word that hangeth upon thy
lips; and if thou bearest roses in thy hands, stop not to smell them, but haste
thee to help us in our need."
Then
Kay-Kavous sent forth Giwe with this writing unto Zabolestan, and bade him
neither rest nor tarry until he should stand before the face of Rostam. And he
said-
"When
thou hast done my behest, Turn thee again unto me; neither abide within the
courts of the Pahlewan, nor linger by the roadside."
And
Giwe did as the King commanded, and took neither food nor rest till he set foot
within the gates of Rostam. And Rostam greeted him kindly, and asked him of his
mission; and when he had read the writing of the King, he questioned Giwe
concerning Sohrab. For he said-
"I
should not marvel if such an hero arose in Iran, but that a warrior of renown
should come forth from amid the Turks, I cannot believe it. But thou sayest none
knoweth whence cometh this knight. I have myself a son in Saamangan, but he is
yet an infant, and his mother writeth to me that he rejoiceth in the sports of
his age, and though he be like to become a hero among men, his time is not yet
come to lead forth an army. And that which thou sayest hath been done, surely it
is not the work of a babe. But enter, I pray thee, into my house, and we will
confer together concerning this advenTure."
Then
Rostam bade his cooks make ready a banquet, and he feasted Giwe, and troubled
his head with wine, and caused him to forget cares and time. But when morn was
come Giwe remembered the commands of the King that he tarry not, but reTurn with
all speed, and he spake thereof to Rostam, and prayed him to make known his
resolve. But Rostam spake, saying-
"Disquiet
not thyself, for death will surely fall upon these men of Turan. Stay with me
yet another day and rest, and water thy lips that are parched. For though this
Sohrab be a hero like to Saam and Zal and Narymann, verily he shall fall by my
hands."
And
he made ready yet another banquet, and three days they caroused without ceasing.
But on the fourth Giwe uprose with resolve, and came before Rostam girt for
deparTure. And he said-
"It
behoveth me to reTurn, O Pahlewan, for I bethink me how Kay Kavous is a man hard
and choleric, and the fear of Sohrab weigheth upon his heart, and his soul
burneth with impatience, and he hath lost sleep, and hath hunger and thirst on
this account. And he will be wroth against us if we delay yet longer to do his
behest."
Then
Rostam said,
"Fear
not, for none on earth dare be angered with me."
But
he did as Giwe desired, and made ready his army, and saddled Rakhsh, and set
forth from Zabolestan, and a great train followed after him.
Now
when they came nigh unto the courts of the King, the nobles came forth to meet
them, and do homage before Rostam. And when they were come in Rostam gat him
from Rakhsh and hastened into the presence of his lord. But Kay-Kavous, when he
beheld him, was angry, and spake not, and his brows were knit with fury; and
when Rostam had done obeisance before him, he unlocked the doors of his mouth,
and words of folly escaped his lips. And he said-
"Who
is Rostam, that he defieth my power and disregardeth my commands? If I had a
sword within my grasp I would split his head like to an orange. Seize him, I
command, and hang him upon the nearest gallows, and let his name be never spoken
in my presence."
When
he heard these words Giwe trembled in his heart, but he
said,
"Dost
thou put forth thy hand against Rostam?"
And
the King when he heard it was beside himself, and he cried with a loud voice
that Giwe be hanged together with the other; and he bade Tous lead them forth.
And Tous would have led them out, for he hoped the anger of the King would be
appeased; but Rostam broke from his grasp and stood before Kay-Kavous, and all
the nobles were filled with fear when they saw his anger. And he flung
reproaches at Kay Kavous, and he recalled to him his follies, and the march into
Mazandaran and Hamavaran, and his flight into Heaven; and he reminded him how
that but for Rostam he would not now be seated upon the throne of light. And he
bade him threaten Sohrab the Turk with his gallows, and he said-
"I
am a free man and no slave, and am servant alone unto God; and without Rostam
Kay-Kavous is as nothing. And the world is subject unto me, and Rakhsh is my
throne, and my sword is my seal, and my helmet my crown. And but for me, who
called forth Kay-Ghobad, thine eyes had never looked upon this throne. And had I
desired it I could have sat upon its seat. But now am I weary of thy follies,
and I will Turn me away from Iran, and when this Turk shall have put you under
his yoke I shall not learn thereof."
Then
he Turned him and strode from out the presence-chamber. And he sprang upon
Rakhsh, who waited without, and he was vanished from before their eyes ere yet
the nobles had rallied from their astonishment. And they were downcast and
oppressed with boding cares, and they held counsel among themselves what to do;
for Rostam was their mainstay, and they knew that, bereft of his arm and
counsel,
they
could not stand against this Turk. And they blamed Kay-Kavous, and counted over
the good deeds that Rostam had done for him, and they pondered and spake long.
And in the end they resolved to send a messenger unto Kay-Kavous, and they chose
from their midst Goudarz the aged, and bade him stand before the King. And
Goudarz did as they desired, and he spake long and without fear, and he counted
over each deed that had been done by Rostam; and he reproached the King with his
ingratitude, and he said how Rostam was the shepherd, and how the flock could
not be led without its leader. And Kay-Kavous heard him unto the end, and he
knew that his words were the words of reason and truth, and he was ashamed of
that which he had done, and confounded when he beheld his acts thus naked before
him. And he humbled himself before Goudarz, and said-
"That which thou sayest,
surely it is right."
And
he entreated Goudarz to go forth and seek Rostam, and bid him forget the evil
words of his King, and bring him back to the succour of Iran. And Goudarz
hastened forth to do as Kay-Kavous desired, and he told the nobles of his
mission and they joined themselves unto him, and all the chiefs of Iran went
forth in quest of Rostam. And when they had found him, they prostrated
themselves into the dust before him, and Goudarz told him of his mission, and he
prayed him to remember that Kay-Kavous was a man devoid of understanding, whose
thoughts flowed over like to new wine that fermenteth. And he said-
"Though
Rostam be angered against the King, yet hath the land of Iran done no wrong that
it should Parish at his hands. Yet, if Rostam save it not, surely it will fall
under this Turk."
But
Rostam said,
"My
patience hath an end, and I fear none but God. What is this Kay-Kavous that he
should anger me? and what am I that I have need of him? I have not deserved the
evil words that he spake unto me, but now will I think of them no longer, but
cast aside all thoughts of Iran."
When
the nobles heard these words they grew pale, and fear took hold on their hearts.
But Goudarz, full of wisdom, opened his mouth and said-
"O
Pahlewan! the land, when it shall learn of this, will deem that Rostam is fled
before the face of this Turk; and when men shall believe that Tehemten is
afraid, they will cease to combat, and Iran will be downtrodden at his hands.
Turn thee not, therefore, at this hour from thy allegiance to the King, and
tarnish not thy glory by this retreat, neither suffer that the downfall of Iran
rest upon thy head. Put from thee, therefore, the words that Kay-Kavous spake in
his empty anger, and lead us forth to battle against this Turk. For it must not
be spoken that Rostam feared to fight a beardless boy."
And
Rostam listened and pondered these words in his heart, and knew that they were
good. But he said-
"Fear
hath never been known of me, neither hath Rostam shunned the din of arms, and I
depart not because of Sohrab, but because that scorn and insult have been my
recompense."
Yet
when he had pondered a while longer, he saw that he must reTurn unto the King.
So he did that which he knew to be right, and he rode till he came unto the
gates of Kay-Kavous, and he strode with a proud step into his presence.
Now
when the King beheld Rostam from afar, he stepped down from off his throne and
came before his Pahlewan, and craved his pardon for that which was come about.
And he said how he had been angered because Rostam had tarried in his coming,
and how haste was his birthright, and how he had forgotten himself in his
vexation. But now was his mouth filled with the dust of repentance. And Rostam
said-
"The
world is the King's, and it behoveth thee to do as beseemeth thee best with thy
servants. And until old age shall my loins be girt in fealty unto thee. And may
power and majesty be thine for ever!"
And
Kay-Kavous answered and said,
"O
my Pahlewan, may thy days be blessed unto the end!"
Then
he invited him to feast with him, and they drank wine till far into the night,
and held counsel together how they should act; and slaves poured rich gifts
before Rostam, and the nobles rejoiced, and all was well again within the gates
of the King.
Then
when the sun had risen and clothed the world with love, the clarions of war were
sounded throughout the city, and men made them ready to go forth in enmity
before the Turks. And the legions of Iran came forth at the behest of their
King, and their countless thousands hid the earth under their feet, and the air
was darkened by their spears. And when they were come unto the plains where
stood the fortress of Hadzir, they set up their tents as was their manner. So
the watchmen saw them from the battlements, and he set up a great cry. And
Sohrab heard the cry, and questioned the man wherefore he shouted; and when he
learned that the enemy were come, he rejoiced, and demanded a cup of wine, and
drank to their destruction. Then he called forth Humaan and showed him the army,
and bade him be of good cheer, for he said that he saw within its ranks no hero
of mighty mace whocould stand against himself. So he bade his warriors to a
banquet of wine, and he said that they would feast until the time was come to
meet their foes in battle. And they did as Sohrab said.
Now
when night had thrown her mantle over the earth, Rostam came before the King and
craved that he would suffer him to go forth beyond the camp that he might see
what manner of man was this stripling. And Kay-Kavous granted his request, and
said that it was worthy a Pahlewan of renown. Then Rostam went forth disguised
in the garb of a Turk, and he entered the castle in secret, and he came within
the chamber where Sohrab held his feast. Now when he had looked upon the boy he
saw that he was like to a tall cypress of good sap, and that his arms were
sinewy and strong like to the flanks of a camel, and that his staTure was that
of a hero. And he saw that round about him stood brave warriors. And slaves with
golden bugles poured wine before them, and they were all glad, neither did they
dream of sorrow. Then it came about that while Rostam regarded them, Zindeh
changed his seat and came nigh unto the spot where Rostam was watching. Now
Zindeh was brother unto Tahmineh, and she had sent him forth with her son that
he might point out to him his father, whom he alone knew of all the army, and
she did it that harm might not befall if the heroes should meet in battle. Now
Zindeh, when he had changed his seat, thought that he espied a watcher, and he
strode towards the place where Rostam was hid, and he came before him and said-
"Who art thou? Come forth into
the light that I may behold thy face."
But
ere he could speak further, Rostam had lifted up his hand and struck him, and
laid him dead upon the ground.
Now
Sohrab, when he saw that Zindeh was gone out, was disquieted, and he asked of
his slaves wherefore the hero returned not unto the banquet. So they went forth
to seek him, and when they had found him in his blood, they came and told Sohrab
what they had seen. But Sohrab would not believe it; so he ran to the spot and
bade them bring torches, and all the warriors and singing girls followed after
him. Then when Sohrab saw that it was true he was sore grieved; but he suffered
not that the banquet be ended, for he would not that the spirits of his men be
damped with pity. So they went back yet again to the feast.
Meanwhile Rostam returned him to the camp, and as he would have entered
the lines he encountered Giwe, who went around to see that all was safe. And
Giwe, when he saw a tall man clad in the garb of a Turk, drew his sword and held
himself ready for combat. But Rostam smiled and opened his mouth, and Giwe knew
his voice, and came to him and questioned him what he did without in the
darkness. And Rostam told him. Then he went before Kay-Kavous also and related
what he had seen, and how no man like unto Sohrab was yet come forth from amid
the Turks. And he likened him unto Saam, the son of Narymann.
Now
when the morning was come, Sohrab put on his armour. Then he went unto a height
whence he could look down over the camp of the Iranians. And he took with him
Hadzir, and spake to him, saying-
"Seek
not to deceive me, nor swerve from the paths of truth. For if thou reply unto my
questions with sincerity, I will loosen thy bonds and give thee treasures; but
if thou deceive me, thou shalt languish till death in thy chains."
And
Hadzir said,
"I
will give answer unto thee according to my knowledge."
Then
Sohrab said,
"I
am about to question thee concerning the nobles whose camps are spread beneath
our feet, and thou shalt name unto me those whom I point out. Behold yon tent of
gold brocade, adorned with skins of leopard, before whose doors stand an hundred
elephants of war. Within its gates is a throne of Turquoise, and over it
floateth a standard of violet with a moon and sun worked in its centre. Tell
unto me now whose is this pavilion that standeth thus in the midst of the whole
camp?"
And
Hadzir replied,
"It
pertaineth unto the King of Iran."
Then Sohrab said,
"I
behold on its right hand yet another tent draped in the colours of mourning, and
above it floateth a standard whereon is worked an elephant."
And
Hadzir said,
"It
is the tent of Tous, the son of Nuder, for he beareth an elephant as his ensign."
Then
Sohrab said,
"Whose
is the camp in which stand many warriors clad in rich armour? A flag of gold
with a lion worked upon it waveth along its field."
And
Hadzir said,
"It
belongeth unto Goudarz the brave. And those who stand about it are his sons, for
eighty men of might are sprung from his loins."
Then
Sohrab said,
"To
whom belongeth the tent draped with green tissues? Before its doors is planted
the flag of Kaaveh. I see upon its throne a Pahlewan, nobler of mien than all
his fellows, whose head striketh the stars. And beside him standeth a steed tall
as he, and his standard showeth a lion and a writhing dragon."
When
Hadzir heard this question he thought within himself,
"If
I tell unto this lion the signs whereby he may know Rostam the Pahlewan, surely
he will fall upon him and seek to destroy him. It will beseem me better,
therefore, to keep silent, and to omit his name from the list of the heroes."
So he said unto Sohrab-
"This
is some ally who is come unto Kay-Kavous from far Cathay, and his name is not
known unto me."
And
Sohrab when he heard it was downcast, and his heart was sad that he could
nowhere discover Rostam; and though it seemed unto him that he beheld the marks
whereby his mother said that he would know him, he could not credit the words of
his eyes against the words of Hadzir. Still he asked yet again the name of the
warrior, and yet again Hadzir denied it unto him, for it was written that that
should come to pass which had been decreed. But Sohrab ceased not from his
questionings. And he asked-
"Who
dwelleth beneath the standard with the head of a wolf?"
And Hadzir said,
"It
is Giwe, the son of Goudarz, who dwelleth within that tent, and men call him
Giwe the valiant."
Then
Sohrab said,
"Whose
is the seat over which are raised awnings and brocades of Roum, that glisten
with gold in the sunlight?
And Hadzir said,
"It
is the throne of Fraburz, the son of the King."
Then
Sohrab said,
"It
beseemeth the son of a King to surround himself with such splendour."
And
he pointed unto a tent with trappings of yellow that was encircled by flags of
many colours. And he questioned of its owner. And Hadzir said,
"Guraz
the lion-hearted is master therein."
Then
Sohrab, when he could not learn the tent of his father, questioned Hadzir
concerning Rostam, and he asked yet a third time of the green tent. Yet Hadzir
ever replied that he knew not the name of its master. And when Sohrab pressed
him concerning Rostam, he said that Rostam lingered in Zabolestan, for it was
the feast of roses. But Sohrab refused to give ear unto the thought that Kay-Kavous should go forth to battle without the aid of
Rostam, whose might none
could match. So he said unto Hadzir-
"An
thou show not unto me the tents of Rostam, I will strike thy head from off thy
shoulders, and the world shall fade before thine eyes. Choose, therefore, the
truth or thy life."
And
Hadzir thought within himself,
"Though
five score men cannot withstand Rostam when he be roused to battle-fury, my mind
misgiveth me that he may have found his equal in this boy. And, for that the
stripling is younger, it might come about that he subdue the Pahlewan. What
recketh my life against the weal of Iran? I will therefore abandon me into his
hands rather than show unto him themarks of Rostam the Pahlewan."
So
he said-
"Why
seekest thou to know Rostam the Pahlewan? Surely thou wilt know him in battle,
and he shall strike thee dumb, and quell thy pride of youth. Yet I will not show
him unto thee."
When
Sohrab heard these words he raised his sword and smote Hadzir, and made an end
of him with a great blow. Then he made himself ready for fight, and leaped upon
his steed of battle, and he rode till he came unto the camp of the Iranians, and
he broke down the barriers with his spear, and fear seized upon all men when
they beheld his stalwart form and majesty of mien and action. Then Sohrab opened
his mouth, and his voice of thunder was heard even unto the far ends of the
camp. And he spake words of pride, and called forth the King to do battle with
him, and he sware with a loud voice that the blood of Zindeh should be avenged.
Now when Sohrab's voice had rung throughout the camp, confusion spread within
its borders, and none of those who stood about the throne would accept his
challenge for the King. And with one accord they said that Rostam was their sole
support, and that his sword alone could cause the sun to weep. And Tous sped him
within the courts of Rostam. And Rostam said-
"The
hardest tasks doth Kay-Kavous ever lay upon me."
But
the nobles would not suffer him to linger, neither to waste time in words, and
they buckled upon him his armour, and they threw his leopard-skin about him, and
they saddled Rakhsh, and made ready the hero for the strife. And they pushed him
forth, and called after him-
"Haste,
haste, for no common combat awaiteth thee, for verily Ahriman standeth before us."
Now
when Rostam was come before Sohrab, and beheld the youth, brave and strong, with
a breast like unto Saam, he said to him-
"Let
us go apart from hence, and step forth from out the lines of the armies."
For
there was a zone between the two camps that none might pass. And Sohrab assented
to the demand of Rostam, and they stepped out into it, and made them ready for
single combat. But when Sohrab would have fallen upon him, the soul of Rostam
melted with compassion, and he desired to save a boy thus fair and valiant. So
he said unto him-
"O
young man, the air is warm and soft, but the earth is cold. I have pity upon
thee, and would not take from thee the boon of life. Yet if we combat together,
surely thou wilt fall by my hands, for none have withstood my power, neither men
nor Deevs nor dragons. Desist, therefore, from this enterprise, and quit the
ranks of Turan, for Iran hath need of heroes like unto thee."
Now
while Rostam spake thus, the heart of Sohrab went out to him. And he looked at
him wistfully, and said-
"O
hero, I am about to put unto thee a question, and I entreat of thee that thou
reply to me according to the truth. Tell unto me thy name, that my heart may
rejoice in thy words, for it seemeth unto me that thou art none other than
Rostam, the son of Zal, the son of Saam, the son of Narymann."
But
Rostam replied,
"Thou
errest, I am not Rostam, neither am I sprung from the race of Narymann. Rostam
is a Pahlewan, but I, I am a slave, and own neither a crown nor a throne."
These
words spake Rostam that Sohrab might be afraid when he beheld his prowess, and
deem that yet greater might was hidden in the camp of his enemy. But Sohrab when
he heard these words was sad, and his hopes that were risen so high were
shattered, and the day that had looked so bright was made dark unto his eyes.
Then he made him ready for the combat, and they fought until their spears were
shivered and their swords hacked like unto saws. And when all their weapons were
bent, they betook them unto clubs, and they waged war with these until they were
broken. Then they strove until their mail was torn and their horses spent with
exhaustion, and even then they could not desist, but wrestled with one another
with their hands till that the sweat and blood ran down from their bodies. And
they contended until their throats were parched and their bodies weary, and to
neither was given the victory. Then they stayed them a while to rest, and Rostam
thought within his mind how all his days he had not coped with such a hero. And
it seemed to him that his contest with the White Deev had been as nought to
this.
Now
when they had rested a while they fell to again, and they fought with arrows,
but still none could surpass the other. Then Rostam strove to hurl Sohrab from
his steed, but it availed him nought, and he could shake him no more than the
mountain can be moved from its seat. So they betook themselves again unto clubs,
and Sohrab aimed at Rostam with might and smote him, and Rostam reeled beneath
the stroke, and bit his lips in agony. Then Sohrab vaunted his advantage,
and-bade Rostam go and measure him with his equals; for though his strength be
great, he could not stand against a youth. So they went their ways, and Rostam
fell upon the men of Turan, and spread confusion far and wide among their ranks;
and Sohrab raged along the lines of Iran, and men and horses fell under his
hands. And Rostam was sad in his soul, and he Turned with sorrow into his camp.
But when he saw the destruction Sohrab had wrought his anger was kindled, and he
reproached the youth, and challenged him to come forth yet again to single
combat. But because that the day was far spent they resolved to rest until the
morrow.
Then
Rostam went before Kay-Kavous and told him of this boy of valour, and he prayed
unto Urmazd that He would give him strength to vanquish his foe. Yet he made
ready also his house lest he should fall in the fight, and he commanded that a
tender message be borne unto Rudabeh, and he sent words of comfort unto Zal, his
father. And Sohrab, too, in his camp lauded the might of Rostam, and he said how
the battle had been sore, and how his mind had misgiven him of the issue. And he
spake unto Humaan, saying-
"My
mind is filled with thoughts of this aged man, mine adversary, for it would seem
unto me that his staTure is like unto mine, and that I behold about him the
tokens that my mother recounted unto me. And my heart goeth out towards him, and
I muse if it be Rostam, my father. For it behoveth me not to combat him.
Wherefore, I beseech thee, tell unto me how this may be."
But
Humaan answered and said,
"Oft
have I looked upon the face of Rostam in battle, and mine eyes have beheld his
deeds of valour; but this man in no wise resembleth him, nor is his manner of
wielding his club the Saame."
These
things spake Humaan in his vileness, because that Afrasiyab had enjoined him to
lead Sohrab into destruction. And Sohrab held his peace, but he was not wholly
satisfied.
Now when
the day had begun to lighten the sky and clear away the shadows, Rostam and
Sohrab strode forth unto the midway spot that stretched between the armies. And
Sohrab bare in his hands a mighty club, and the garb of battle was upon him; but
his mouth was full of smiles, and he asked of Rostam how he had rested, and he
said-
"Wherefore
hast thou prepared thy heart for battle? Cast from thee, I beg, this mace and
sword of vengeance, and let us doff our armour, and seat ourselves together in
amity, and let wine soften our angry deeds. For it seemeth unto me that this
conflict is impure. And if thou wilt listen to my desires, my heart shall speak
to thee of love, and I will make the tears of shame spring up into thine eyes.
And for this cause I ask thee yet again, tell me thy name, neither hide it any
longer, for I behold that thou art of noble race. And it would seem unto me that
thou art Rostam, the chosen one, the Lord of Zabolestan, the son of Zal, the son
of Saam the hero."
But Rostam answered,
"O
hero of tender age, we are not come forth to parley but to combat, and mine ears
are sealed against thy words of lure. I am an old man, and thou art young, but
we are girded for battle, and the Master of the world shall decide between us."
Then Sohrab said,
"O
man of many years, wherefore wilt thou not listen to the counsel of a stripling?
I desired that thy soul should leave thee upon thy bed, but thou hast elected to
Parish in the combat. That which is ordained it must be done, therefore let us
make ready for the conflict."
So
they made them ready, and when they had bound their steeds they fell upon each
other, and the crash of their encounter was heard like thunder throughout the
camps. And they measured their strength from the morning until the setting of
the sun. And when the day was about to vanish, Sohrab seized upon Rostam by the
girdle and threw him upon the ground, and kneeled upon him, and drew forth his
sword from his scabbard, and would have severed his head from his trunk. Then
Rostam knew that only wile could save him. So he opened his mouth and said-
"O
young man, thou knowest not the customs of the combat. It is written in the laws
of honour that he who overthroweth a brave man for the first time should not
destroy him, but preserve him for fight a second time, then only is it given
unto him to kill his adversary."
And
Sohrab listened to Rostam's words of craft and stayed his hand, and he let the
warrior go, and because that the day was ended he sought to fight no more, but
Turned him aside and chased the deer until the night was spent. Then came to him
Humaan, and asked of the advenTures of the day. And Sohrab told him how he had
vanquished the tall man, and how he had granted him freedom. And Humaan
reproached him with his folly, and said-
"Alas,
young man, thou didst fall into a snare, for this is not the custom among the
brave. And now perchance thou wilt yet fall under the hands of this warrior."
Sohrab
was abashed when he heard the words of Humaan, but he said-
"Be
not grieved, for in an hour we meet again in battle, and verily he will not
stand a third time against my youthful strength."
Now
while Sohrab was thus doing, Rostam was gone beside a running brook, and laved
his limbs, and prayed to God in his distress. And he entreated of Urmazd that He
would grant him such strength that the victory must be his. And Urmazd heard
him, and gave to him such strength that the rock whereon Rostam stood gave way
under his feet, because it had not the power to bear him. Then Rostam saw it was
too much, and he prayed yet again that part thereof be taken from him. And once
more Urmazd listened to his voice. Then when the time for combat was come,
Rostam Turned him to the meeting-place, and his heart was full of cares and his
face of fears. But Sohrab came forth like a giant refreshed, and he ran at
Rostam like to a mad elephant, and he cried with a voice of thunder-
"O
thou who didst flee from battle, wherefore art thou come out once more against
me? But I say unto thee, this time shall thy words of guile avail thee nought."
And
Rostam, when he heard him, and looked upon him, was seized with misgiving, and
he learned to know fear. So he prayed to Urmazd that He would restore to him the
power He had taken back. But he suffered not Sohrab to behold his fears, and
they made them ready for the fight. And he closed upon Sohrab with all his
new-found might, and shook him terribly, and though Sohrab returned his attacks
with vigour, the hour of his overthrow was come. For Rostam took him by the
girdle and hurled him unto the earth, and he broke his back like to a reed, and
he drew forth his sword to sever his body. Then Sohrab knew it was the end, and
he gave a great sigh, and writhed in his agony, and he said-
"That
which is come about, it is my fault, and henceforward will my youth be a theme
of derision among the people. But I sped not forth for empty glory, but I went
out to seek my father; for my mother had told me by what tokens I should know
him, and I Parish for longing after him. And now have my pains been fruitless,
for it hath not been given unto me to look upon his face. Yet I say unto thee,
if thou shouldest become a fish that swimmeth in the depths of the ocean, if
thou shouldest change into a star that is concealed in the farthest heaven, my
father would draw thee forth from thy hiding-place, and avenge my death upon
thee when he shall learn that the earth is become my bed. For my father is
Rostam the Pahlewan, and it shall be told unto him how that Sohrab his son
Parished in the quest after his face."
When
Rostam heard these words his sword fell from out of his grasp, and he was shaken
with dismay. And there broke from his heart a groan as of one whose heart was
racked with anguish. And the earth became dark before his eyes, and he sank down
lifeless beside his son. But when he had opened his eyes once more, he cried
unto Sohrab in the agony of his spirit. And he said-
"Bearest
thou about thee a token of Rostam, that I may know that the words which thou
speakest are true? For I am Rostam the unhappy, and may my name be struck from
the lists of men!"
When
Sohrab heard these words his misery was boundless, and he cried-
"If
thou art indeed my father, then hast thou stained thy sword in the life-blood of
thy son. And thou didst it of thine obstinacy. For I sought to Turn thee unto
love, and I implored of thee thy name, for I thought to behold in thee the
tokens recounted of my mother. But I appealed unto thy heart in vain, and now is
the time gone by for meeting. Yet open, I beseech thee, mine armour, and regard
the jewel upon mine arm. For it is an onyx given unto me by my father, as a
token whereby he should know me."
Then
Rostam did as Sohrab bade him, and he opened his mail and saw the onyx; and when
he had seen it he tore his clothes in his distress, and he covered his head with
ashes. And the tears of penitence ran from his eyes, and he roared aloud in his
sorrow. But Sohrab said-
"It
is in vain, there is no remedy. Weep not, therefore, for doubtless it was
written that this should be."
Now
when the sun was set, and Rostam returned not to the camp, the nobles of Iran
were afraid, and they went forth to seek him. And when they were gone but a
little way they came upon Rakhsh, and when they saw that he was alone they
raised a wailing, for they deemed that of a surety Rostam was Parished. And they
went and told Kay-Kavous thereof, and he said-
"Let
Tous go forth and see if this indeed be so, and if Rostam be truly fallen, let
the drums call men unto battle that we may avenge him upon this Turk."
Now
Sohrab, when he beheld afar off the men that were come out to seek Rostam,
Turned to his father and said-
"I
entreat of thee that thou do unto me an act of love. Let not the King fall upon
the men of Turan, for they came not forth in enmity to him but to do my desire,
and on my head alone resteth this expedition. Wherefore I desire not that they
should Parish when I can defend them no longer. As for me, I came like the
thunder and I vanish like the wind, but perchance it is given unto us to meet
again above."
Then Rostam promised to do the desires of Sohrab. And he went before the
men of Iran, and when they beheld him yet alive they set up a great shout, but
when they saw that his clothes were torn, and that he bare about him the marks
of sorrow, they asked of him what was come to pass. Then he told them how he had
caused a noble son to Parish. And they were grieved for him, and joined in his
wailing. Then he bade one among them go forth into the camp of Turan, and
deliver this message unto Humaan. And he sent word unto him, saying-
"The
sword of vengeance must slumber in the scabbard. Thou art now leader of the
host, reTurn, therefore, whence thou camest, and depart across the river ere
many days be fallen. As for me, I will fight no more, yet neither will I speak
unto thee again, for thou didst hide from my son the tokens of his father, of
thine iniquity thou didst lead him into this pit."
Then
when he had thus spoken, Rostam Turned him yet again unto his son. And the
nobles went with him, and they beheld Sohrab, and heard his groans of pain. And
Rostam, when he saw the agony of the boy, was beside himself, and would have
made an end of his own life, but the nobles suffered it not, and stayed his
hand. Then Rostam remembered him that Kay-Kavous had a balm mighty to heal. And
he prayed Goudarz go before the King, and bear unto him a message of entreaty
from Rostam his servant. And he said-
"O
King, if ever I have done that which was good in thy sight, if ever my hand have
been of avail unto thee, recall now my benefits in the hour of my need, and have
pity upon my dire distress. Send unto me, I pray thee, of the balm that is among
thy treasures, that my son may be healed by thy grace."
And
Goudarz outstripped the whirlwind in his speed to bear unto the King this
message. But the heart of Kay-Kavous was hardened, and he remembered not the
benefits he had received from Rostam, and he recalled only the proud words that
he had spoken before him. And he was afraid lest the might of Sohrab be joined
to that of his father, and that together they prove mightier than he, and Turn
upon him. So he shut his ear unto the cry of his Pahlewan. And Goudarz bore back
the answer of the King, and he said-
"The
heart of Kay-Kavous is flinty, and his evil nature is like to a bitter gourd
that ceaseth never to bear fruit. Yet I counsel thee, go before him thyself, and
see if peradvenTure thou soften this rock."
And
Rostam in his grief did as Goudarz counselled, and Turned to go before the King,
but he was not come before him ere a messenger overtook him, and told unto him
that Sohrab was departed from the world. Then Rostam set up a wailing such as
the earth hath not heard the like of, and he heaped reproaches upon himself, and
he could not cease from plaining the son that was fallen by his hands. And he
cried continually-
"I
that am old have killed my son. I that am strong have uprooted this mighty boy.
I have torn the heart of my child, I have laid low the head of a Pahlewan."
Then
he made a great fire, and flung into it his tent of many colours, and his
trappings of Roum, his saddle, and his leopard-skin, his armour well tried in
battle, and all the appurtenances of his throne. And he stood by and looked on
to see his pride laid in the dust. And he tore his flesh, and cried aloud-
"My heart is sick unto death."
Then
he commanded that Sohrab be swathed in rich brocades of gold worthy of his body.
And when they had enfolded him, and Rostam learned that the Turanians had
quitted the borders, he made ready his army to reTurn unto Zabolestan. And the
nobles marched before the bier, and their heads were covered with ashes, and
their garments were torn. And the drums of the war-elephants were shattered, and
the cymbals broken, and the tails of the horses were shorn to the root, and all
the signs of mourning were abroad.
Now
Zal, when he saw the host reTurning thus in sorrow, marvelled what was come
about; for he beheld Rostam at their head, wherefore he knew that the wailing
was not for his son. And he came before Rostam and questioned him. And Rostam
led him unto the bier and showed unto him the youth that was like in feaTure and
in might unto Saam the son of Narymann, and he told him all that was come to
pass, and how this was his son, who in years was but an infant, but a hero in
battle. And Rudabeh too came out to behold the child, and she joined her
lamentations unto theirs. Then they built for Sohrab a tomb like to a horse's
hoof, and Rostam laid him therein in a chamber of gold perfumed with ambergris.
And he covered him with brocades of gold. And when it was done, the house of
Rostam grew like to a grave, and its courts were filled with the voice of
sorrow. And no joy would enter into the heart of
Rostam, and it was long before he held high his head.
Meantime the news spread even unto Turan, and there too did all men
grieve and weep for the child of prowess that was fallen in his bloom. And the
King of Saamangan tore his vestments, but when his daughter learned it she was
beside herself with affliction. And Tahmineh cried after her son, and bewailed
the evil fate that had befallen him, and she heaped black earth upon her head,
and tore her hair, and wrung her hands, and rolled on the ground in her agony.
And her mouth was never weary of plaining. Then she caused the garments of
Sohrab to be brought unto her, and his throne and his steed. And she regarded
them, and stroked the courser and poured tears upon his hoofs, and she cherished
the robes as though they yet contained her boy, and she pressed the head of the
palfrey unto her breast, and she kissed the helmet that Sohrab had worn. Then
with his sword she cut off the tail of his steed and set fire unto the house of
Sohrab, and she gave his gold and jewels unto the poor. And when a year had thus
rolled over her bitterness, the breath departed from out her body, and her
spirit went forth after Sohrab her son.
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