When the nobles heard the king’s words they grew pale, and their hearts were wrung with anguish. The king of Mazandaran was a mighty sorcerer and all his soldiers were divs. But not one of Kavus’ warriors was brave enough to criticize their king.

Only Zal, king of Zabulistan and vassal of Kavus, had the courage to open his mouth and give wise council: “O victorious king, may your life be long and happy! I am two hundred years old. The heavens have turned over the earth many times during my long life, and I have known many kings. Jamshid was master of the throne, and even animals and divs obeyed him. Faridun was a clever and powerful sorcerer. But neither king ever dreamed of going to war with Mazandaran, country of divs and enchanters. Riches, wisdom, and the sharpest sword, all are useless against magic. So do not throw your wealth and your life to the wind. Do not shed the blood of your warriors for your own glory.”

Kavus replied: “I have no need of your advice. I am richer, braver, and more powerful than Fardiun or Jamshid. I will not tolerate the wickedness of these divs and sorcerers. They will become my vassals and pay heavy tribute, or I will kill them all -- and your ears will ring with the news of my victory!”

When Zal heard these words, the sun and the moon became dark before his eyes. His heart was troubled as he took leave of the king and returned to his home in Zabulistan, for he could not imagine how it would all end.