Swords Drawn in Bahram's Council

From E6.11, Bahram Chubin Claims the Throne. It illustrates E6.11.62–73 (to E6.11.75):

E6.11.62
He sat and wept; his eyes were washed in grief,While sullen silence seized on every chief.
E6.11.63
Bahram grew pale; then Sambaz took his stand,A veteran with Indian sword in hand.
E6.11.64
Before the gathered chiefs, the elder cried:“This noble Pahlevan stands justified.
E6.11.65
Until one born of royal race shall rise,And claim the realm before the nation’s eyes,
E6.11.66
He should now take the royal crown and reign,Since conquering Fortune marks him for that gain.”
E6.11.67
Bahram, chief of warriors, heard him through,And from its sheath his sharpened sword he drew.
E6.11.68
He cried, “If in this quarter we should findA woman of the royal Shahs’ own kind,
E6.11.69
My sharpened sword shall strike her head away;Her final breath shall rise that very day.
E6.11.70
I will let no one rule this ancient land,Or ride as king amid a mounted band.”
E6.11.71
When chiefs possessed by Ahriman had heardTheir leader’s foul and overweening word,
E6.11.72
They drew their scimitars and rose as one,And uttered monstrous words beneath the sun:
E6.11.73
“Bahram is Shah; we serve him and shall treadUpon our foes and crush each hostile head.”