The Fourth Labour

After conquering the lion, crossing the barren wastes, and slaying the dragon, Rostam enters a meadow so lush it seems a reward for his perseverance. Yet this paradise conceals a sly enchantress. Cloaked in beauty, she sets a banquet on a crimson cloth—goblets of wine gleaming like jewels, platters of ripe fruit bursting with color. Hidden among rose bushes, she steps forth, her raven hair and twilight-hued eyes captivating the weary hero. With a voice like silk, she welcomes Rostam, pressing him to drink and rest. Jasmine and myrrh scents swirl as she pours wine, its surface dancing with motes of golden light. Unbeknownst to others, her intention is poison—or worse, a spell of eternal slumber. Rostam, ever vigilant, studies her carefully. He notes that she avoids her own wine. Summoning divine courage, he insists she drink first and utters the sacred name of Ahura Mazda. Instantly, the glamour shatters: flowing robes collapse, revealing horns, jagged fangs, and clawed limbs. The table explodes under the force of dissolving magic. Drawing his curved saber, Rostam strikes with unwavering resolve. Steel meets flesh in a single, decisive blow. The sorceress is bisected, her arcane power vanquished. Blood scatters across petals, then the air stills. Sunlight returns, unmarred. This trial tests more than strength: it challenges purity of heart, clarity of mind, and faith. Rostam’s triumph affirms that spiritual armour can withstand the greatest deceits. Renewed, he mounts Rakhsh and rides on toward Mount Alborz, where his final trials await and where King Kay Kāvus endures the wrath of the White Demon.