National Geographic : 1961 Jan
In the shadow of an old watchtower he in toned a tale of Rustam, the champion of Iran, and his battle with the monstrous White Div. The dervish's eyes gleamed in the afternoon sun like Rustam's sword, as that great hero, girt in a tiger skin, slew a hideous dragon and contemptuously tore the ears from the guard ian of the White Div's forest. Then, in a cavern deep in the Haftkuih "Seven Mountains" -the hero and the mon ster met hand to hand. Great streams of gore gushed from both combatants, and the issue was in doubt. But Rustam called on his god, and with a mighty effort raised the demon high and dashed it lifeless to the earth. "As so often before, the great Rustam, the invincible Rustam, had saved Iran." We left the dervish in Khorramabad, where that evening he would hold teahouse patrons spellbound with legends of the past. "Where will you sleep tomorrow?" I asked. "I am a dervish," he shrugged. "We are people of today."