Seizing then his bow and his five arrows, with all his retinue of male and female attendants, he went to that grove of “fortunate rest” with the vow that the world should not find peace.  Then seeing the Muni, quiet and still, preparing to cross the sea of the three worlds, in his left hand grasping his bow, with his right hand pointing his arrow, he addressed Bodhisattva and said:  “Kshatriya! rise up quickly! for you may well fear! your death is at hand; you may practise your own religious system, but let go this effort after the law of deliverance for others; wage warfare in the field of charity as a cause of merit, appease the tumultuous world, and so in the end reach your reward in heaven.  This is a way renowned and well established, in which former saints have walked, Rishis and kings and men of eminence; but this system of penury and alms-begging is unworthy of you.  Now then if you rise not, you had best consider with yourself, that if you give not up your vow, and tempt me to let fly an arrow, how that Aila, grandchild of Soma, by one of these arrows just touched, as by a fanning of the wind, lost his reason and became a madman.  And how the Rishi Vimala, practising austerities, hearing the sound of one of these darts, his heart possessed by great fear, bewildered and darkened he lost his true nature; how much less can you—­a late-born one—­hope to escape this dart of mine.  Quickly arise then! if hardly you may get away!  This arrow full of rankling poison, fearfully insidious where it strikes a foe!  See now! with all my force, I point it! and are you resting in the face of such calamity?  How is it that you fear not this dread arrow? say! why do you not tremble?” Mara uttered such fear-inspiring threats, bent on overawing Bodhisattva.  But Bodhisattva’s heart remained unmoved; no doubt, no fear was present.  Then Mara instantly discharged his arrow, whilst the three women came in front.  Bodhisattva regarded not the arrow, nor considered aught the women three.  Mara raga now was troubled much with doubt, and muttered thus ’twixt heart and mouth:  “Long since the maiden of the snowy mountains, shooting at Mahesvara, constrained him to change his mind; and yet Bodhisattva is unmoved, and heeds not even this dart of mine, nor the three heavenly women! nought prevails to move his heart or raise one spark of love within him.  Now must I assemble my army-host, and press him sore by force;” having thought thus awhile, Mara’s army suddenly assembled round.  Each assumed his own peculiar form; some were holding spears, others grasping swords, others snatching up trees, others wielding diamond maces; armed with every sort of weapon.  Some had heads like hogs, others like fishes, others like asses, others like horses; some with forms like snakes or like the ox or savage tiger; lion-headed, dragon-headed, and like every other kind of beast.  Some had many heads on one body-trunk, with faces having but a single eye, and then again with many eyes; some with great-bellied