Rustem armed himself, and went on his way.

Rustem made such speed that he accomplished two days’ journey in one.  But at last, finding himself hungry and weary, and seeing that there were herds of wild asses in the plain which he was traversing, he thought that he would catch one of them for his meal, and rest for the night.  So pressing his knees into his horse’s side, he pursued one of them.  There was no escape for the swiftest beast when Rustem was mounted on Raksh, and in a very short time a wild ass was caught with the lasso.  Rustem struck a light with a flintstone, and making a fire with brambles and branches of trees, roasted the ass and ate it for his meal.  This done he took the bridle from his horse, let him loose to graze upon the plain, and prepared himself to sleep in a bed of rushes.  Now in the middle of this bed of rushes was a lion’s lair, and at the end of the first watch the lion came back, and was astonished to see lying asleep on the rushes a man as tall as an elephant, with a horse standing near him.  The lion said to himself, “I must first tear the horse, and then the rider will be mine whenever I please.”  So he leaped at Raksh; but the horse darted at him like a flash of fire, and struck him on the head with his fore feet.  Then he seized him by the back with his teeth, and battered him to pieces on the earth.  When Rustem awoke and saw the dead lion, which indeed was of a monstrous size, he said to Raksh, “Wise beast, who bade you fight with a lion?  If you had fallen under his claws, how should I have carried to Mazanderan this cuirass and helmet, this lasso, my bow and my sword?” Then he went to sleep again; but awaking at sunrise, saddled Raksh and went on his way.

He had now to accomplish the most difficult part of his journey, across a waterless desert, so hot that the very birds could not live in it.  Horse and rider were both dying of thirst, and Rustem, dismounting, could scarcely struggle along while he supported his steps by his spear.  When he had almost given up all hope, he saw a well-nourished ram pass by.  “Where,” said he to himself, “is the reservoir from which this creature drinks?” Accordingly he followed the ram’s footsteps, holding his horse’s bridle in one hand and his sword in the other, and the ram led him to a spring.  Then Rustem lifted up his eyes to heaven and thanked God for his mercies; afterwards he blessed the ram, saying, “No harm come to thee forever!  May the grass of the valleys and the desert be always green for thee, and may the bow of him that would hunt thee be broken, for thou hast saved Rustem; verily, without thee he would have been torn to pieces by the wild beasts of the desert.”

After this he caught another wild ass, and roasted him for his meal.  Then having bathed in the spring, he lay down to sleep; but before he lay down, he said to Raksh, his horse:  “Do not seek quarrel or friendship with any.  If an enemy come, run to me; and do not fight either with Genius or lion.”