With crimson tulips; slippery was the ground,
And all in dire confusion.

The army of Minúchihr was victorious, owing to the bravery and skill of
the commander. But Heaven was in his favor.

In the evening Sílim and Túr consulted together, and came to the
resolution of effecting a formidable night attack on the enemy. The
spies of Minúchihr, however, obtained information of this intention, and
communicated the secret to the king. Minúchihr immediately placed the
army in charge of Kárun, and took himself thirty thousand men to wait in
ambuscade for the enemy, and frustrate his views. Túr advanced with a
hundred thousand men; but as he advanced, he found every one on the
alert, and aware of his approach. He had gone too far to retreat in the
dark without fighting, and therefore began a vigorous conflict.
Minúchihr sprung up from his ambuscade, and with his thirty thousand men
rushed upon the centre of the enemy's troops, and in the end encountered
Túr. The struggle was not long. Minúchihr dexterously using his javelin,
hurled him from his saddle precipitately to the ground, and then with
his dagger severed the head from his body. The body he left to be
devoured by the beasts of the field, and the head he sent as a trophy to
Feridún; after which, he proceeded in search of Sílim.

The army of the confederates, however, having suffered such a signal
defeat, Sílim thought it prudent to fall back and take refuge in a fort.
But Minúchihr went in pursuit, and besieged the castle. One day a
warrior named Kakú made a sally out of the fort, and approaching the
centre of the besieging army, threw a javelin at Minúchihr, which,
however, fell harmless before it reached its aim. Then Minúchihr seized
the enemy by the girdle, raised him up in air, and flung him from his