Chapter 131. Hejir.

Sohrab’s army spilled into Iran, burning and razing as they went. The first major fortress that stood in their way was known as the White Fortress, which was commanded by an experienced warrior named Hejir. Continue reading Chapter 131. Hejir.

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Chapter 130. Barman and Human.

“So let me get this straight,” said Afrasyab. “Rostam has a son, his son is Turanian, and he’s already invading Persia on his own? At ten?” Continue reading Chapter 130. Barman and Human.

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Chapter 129. A Horse With No Name.

“There’s just one thing I need,” said Sohrab, as his new army drilled and hollered. “My own version of Rakhsh.” His mother sighed. “I know how this goes. Long line of horses for you to squish? Like your father?” Continue reading Chapter 129. A Horse With No Name.

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Chapter 128. Sohrab.

Nine months later, Tahmineh gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom she named Sohrab. He grew at three times the rate of the other children, and by ten, even the grown men were afraid to compete with him.  Continue reading Chapter 128. Sohrab.

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Chaper 127. Tahmineh.

At about one in the morning, Rostam heard whispering, and then the door creaking. He managed to open his eyes, and in walked a maid with a candle, followed by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyebrows were like bows pulled taut; her hair as long and coiled as Rostam’s lasso, ready to trap the unwise. Continue reading Chaper 127. Tahmineh.

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Chapter 126. The King of Samangan.

With no clear leads, Rostam gathered up his armour and made for the nearest town, which was called Samangan. Luckily, the king of Samangan wasn’t particularly ill-disposed towards Persians, so he greeted Rostam politely and asked him why on earth an obvious nobleman was traveling on foot. Continue reading Chapter 126. The King of Samangan.

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Chapter 125. Where's Rakhsh?

One morning, Rostam happened to be contemplating life, justice, and the terrible finality of death. It made him a little depressed, so to shake it off, he hopped over the border into Afrasyab’s territory to commit some light poaching. He hadn’t even slightly learned his lesson from last time – why would he? Continue reading Chapter 125. Where’s Rakhsh?

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Chapter 124. Exit Afrasyab, Stage Left.

All courage completely drained, Afrasyab turned and fled. Rostam, who’d managed to get ahold of Rakhsh about halfway through the battle, urged his friend on. “Hurry up! Hurry up!”  Continue reading Chapter 124. Exit Afrasyab, Stage Left.

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Chapter 123. Pilsam.

“Right here!” Pilsam raised his hand. He wasn’t hard to spot, either, as he was a huge man –  statisticians agreed that, in all Iran and Turan, his strength and ferocity were second only to Rostam’s. “And frankly, I’m tired of these Persians embarrassing us.” Continue reading Chapter 123. Pilsam.

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Chapter 122. Piran.

“Rostam,” said Giv, exasperated, “You need to stop drinking immediately. The enemy is actually approaching. I’m going to go see if I can hold that bridge over there.” Continue reading Chapter 122. Piran.

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Chapter 121. A Good Day To Afrasyab.

It is useless to struggle against death. A famous musician, caught unawares by a hunting lion, once said: “If thou wouldst have the glory of the brave, seek not to spare thyself; for destiny will not be balked when ‘tis the time to die.” Continue reading Chapter 121. A Good Day To Afrasyab.

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Chapter 120. Gudarz.

“He’s done what?” said Rostam. Giv and Tus just shrugged. Continue reading Chapter 120. Gudarz.

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Chapter 119. Eblis Is Back.

Eblis rapped the table and looked around the room. “This is starting to look like another golden age. I hate golden ages.” Continue reading Chapter 119. Eblis Is Back.

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Chapter 118. Live Free or Afrasyab.

Freed, Kay Kavus quickly sent a letter to Afrasyab. Get out of my country, you arrogant so’n’so! Just accept that you’re my inferior, and that the whole world bows before my magnificence! Continue reading Chapter 118. Live Free or Afrasyab.

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Chapter 117. Three Kings.

The four armies lined up, three against one. Hamavaran had at least a hundred war elephants, which Rostam’s men eyed nervously. “Just keep your eye on their lance tips, boys,” said Rostam. “Nothing to it.” Continue reading Chapter 117. Three Kings.

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