Artavazd
A father’s curse, a chained king and tales of his successors
After Artashes' death his son Artavazd assumes the throne. He exiles all his brothers, except Tiran, from Ayrarat, so that no prince should dwell in the royal domain of Ayrarat. He keeps only his brother Tiran at his side, as his designated heir, for he himself had no children.
But Artavazd lay under the curse of his father Artashes.
At the time of Artashes' death, when many were willingly taking their own lives for the sake of their beloved king and great carnage was taking place, Artavazd was stricken with anguish and cried out to his father:
While you depart
And take the whole world with you,
Over what ruins am I to reign?
Artashes cursed his son with these words:
When you mount your horse and ride out to the hunt,
Up along the Azat, toward Masis,
May the kajakqs seize you and carry you off —
Up along the Azat, toward Masis —
There to remain and never see the light.
Before long the father's curse was fulfilled. One day, while riding out to hunt on the slopes of Masis, the kajakqs seized Artavazd, bound him in chains, and imprisoned him in one of the caves of Masis. Two dogs gnaw ceaselessly at Artavazd's chains in order to free him from his bonds. Artavazd strains and struggles, trying to break his chains, emerge from the cave, and bring ruin upon the world. Throughout the year the dogs' gnawing wears the chains so thin that at the New Year they become as slender as a hair. Yet on the eve of every New Year — that is, at the beginning of Navasard, the ancient Armenian New Year — blacksmiths strike their anvils three times with their hammers, and as a result Artavazd's chains are doubled in thickness and strength, and Artavazd can no longer emerge from the cave. Even until recent times, blacksmiths following the ancient custom would strike their anvils three or four times with their hammers every Sunday evening, so that Artavazd's chains might hold firm.
According to an ancient tradition, when Artavazd was born, women of the dragon-kin descended from Azhdhahak's lineage cast a spell upon him, stole him from his cradle, and put a demon in his place.
TIRAN AND YERAKHNAVU
After Artavazd, his brother Tiran reigns — a man passionately devoted to hunting and riding. He possessed two nimble, exceedingly swift horses that raced as though flying through the air.
The lord Datake of the Bzuniats asked Tiran for permission to ride those celebrated swift-footed horses. And when he rode them, he boasted that he was wealthier than the king himself.
From the clan of Andzevatsyats there was a brave young man named Yerakhnavu, who had married Artavazd's last wife, brought from Greece. And since Artavazd had left no heir, Tiran transferred Artavazd's entire household and all his property to Yerakhnavu. The latter was not only brave but modest, upright, of excellent character, and law-abiding. The king loved and honoured him so warmly that he even entrusted to Yerakhnavu the throne of second-in-rank, which Artavazd had previously held, and gave him command of the eastern forces as well.
Tiran left with Yerakhnavu one of his trusted men — a Persian named Drvasp, connected by marriage to the nobles of Vaspurakan — while he himself moved the court to the town of Chermes in the province of Yekeghyats and settled there. After reigning for twenty-one years, Tiran died by accident: travelling in winter, he was caught in a blizzard and smothered in the snow.
TRDAT BAGRATUNI
Among the Bagratuni clan there was a brave, fearless man named Trdat — grandson of Smbat Bagratuni, son of Smbatuhi, powerful and stout-hearted, though short of stature and plain of face.
King Tiran gave his daughter Eranyak in marriage to Trdat, making him his son-in-law. But from the very first Eranyak did not love her husband; she disdained him, knitted her brows whenever she looked at him, and complained and lamented without cease that a woman of such beauty and noble birth was compelled to live with a man who was homely and of common origin.
Trdat, unable to endure this contempt any longer, one day flew into a violent rage, beat Eranyak savagely, cut off her auburn hair, tore out her braids, and ordered her to be dragged from the room. He himself rose in revolt against the king and made for the impregnable strongholds of Media. But he had barely reached Syunik when the news of Tiran's death overtook him there. Trdat went no further toward Media and remained in Syunik.
One day Bakur, the patriarch of Syunik, invited Trdat to supper at his palace. When the meal was over and the revelry began — the merry feasting and wine-drinking, with the singing and dancing of gusans and female performers — Trdat noticed among the dancers a woman of surpassing beauty, by the name of Nazenik. Nazenik sang and danced with exquisite grace. The wine-flushed Trdat gazed in rapture at the beautiful Nazenik and her wondrous dancing, and desired her with every fibre of his being. Turning to Bakur, Trdat demanded imperiously:
“Give me that dancer.”
“I will not,” Bakur objected with jealous fury. “She is my concubine; I will not give her up.”
Trdat rose from his seat, walked up to Nazenik, seized her by the hand, drew her to him, sat her upon his knee, and before all the guests at table embraced her with the unbridled passion and longing of a young man in love, pressed her to his chest, and kissed her wildly.
Bakur, rigid with jealousy, rose from his place to snatch Nazenik from Trdat's grasp.
