Siavash in White before the Pyres

From B9.13, Siavash’s Trial by Fire. It illustrates B9.13.14–25 (to B9.13.33):

B9.13.14
Two mountains of dry timber rose on high,While all the world stood gathered close nearby.
B9.13.15
Between the heaps a narrow passage lay,So tight a mounted rider scarcely made way.
B9.13.16
The Shah commanded black naphtha be spreadAcross the timber, foot to towering head.
B9.13.17
Two hundred kindlers set the heaps alight,Till deepest night seemed turned to blazing light.
B9.13.18
At first black smoke went rolling, thick and dire,Then all at once broke forth the surging fire.
B9.13.19
The flames rose high and burned with blinding glare,Till earth itself outshone the stars in air.
B9.13.20
The world roared out and breathed a furnace breath,While crowds recoiled as if from certain death.
B9.13.21
The plain itself seemed roasting in the blaze,And people wept to lose his smiling gaze.
B9.13.22
Then Siavash came before his father’s sight,Gold helm upon his head, his bearing bright.
B9.13.23
In robes of white, composed upon his steed,His smiling face showed hope in time of need.
B9.13.24
His dark steed’s hooves sent dust into the sky,As though their dust would veil the moon on high.
B9.13.25
He sprinkled camphor lightly on his frame,Prepared for shroud and death, but not for shame.