The Evil Black Brigand went down from the mountain to do battle with the Nart horseman.  They fought mightily, but Pataraz beheaded him.  With a moan the Evil Black Brigand fell to the ground.

The Soul Snatcher confronted him, but Pataraz was not afraid, for the Old Nart Woman still lived and her powers would help protect him.  In the third battle Pataraz sent the head of the Soul Snatcher flying.  His deafening roar shook the mountains as he fell to the ground.

In his last test of courage, Pataraz was confronted by the one who smashed all before him, the Destroyer.  But again Pataraz was unafraid, and drew forth his sword and cut off the demon’s head.

Pataraz, astride Little Black, galloped up the mountainside.  Paqua flung all aside, fleeing from the path of Pataraz, and vanished.

On that day, when Pataraz wrought many great deeds, a raven flew over his head, casting a shadow upon him.

Pataraz rode up to the bound Nasren and, with the head of his lance, he broke the chains.  He set him free and they returned to the land of the Narts together.

On that day the good fortune and happiness of the Narts returned, and there was great joy all over the Nart land.  In preparation for a great celebration, they slaughtered sheep and invited the shepherds to partake thereof.  Everyone from far and near came and drank sana, a magical brew, together.  To praise Pataraz, the skilled Nart horsemen sang while they performed a round dance astride their horses.   They greeted Pataraz in happiness and honor, wishing him a long life.  All the Narts were filled with joy as they ate, drank, and played together.  Some amused themselves by letting a great wheel (called Jaman) roll down the Eternal Mountain and then rolling it back up again.

Pataraz's mother looked proudly upon her son and said to the Narts, “I reared my son for your sakes.”