Soltan Alp Arslan, who levied tributes on dozens of states, punished his chief rival with the sentence of death. He ordered:

“Tear him into four parts with four horses, each tied to a leg or arm! For he is not an ordinary rival but the Han of rivals.”

 His rival shouts out saying, “You are a coward since you do not grant me a heroic death!”

Alp Arslan orders, “Just give him a weapon.” Then he charges at his rival angrily, sword in hand. But his foot gets tangled in one of the tent ropes, and, taking advantage of the opportunity, his opponent brings him down with a deadly blow.

While the doctors try to treat the wound and save him, and everybody curses the rival, Alp Arslan says:

“It is not an evil from my rival, but a curse from Allah. Yesterday, when I looked down from the hill, I thought arrogantly, ‘O my Lord, I have so many soldiers, wide red tents and heroes filling the whole valley. Is there anyone in the whole world who could defeat me?’ This is indeed the result of that thought!”