’Go and destroy the Sacrifice of Daksha.’  Thus ordered, that Being of leonine prowess who had issued from the mouth of Mahadeva, desired to destroy the Sacrifice of Daksha, without putting forth all his energy and without the assistance of any one else, for dispelling the wrath of Uma.  Urged by her wrath, the spouse of Maheswara, herself assuming a dreadful form that is known by the name Mahakali, proceeded in the company of that Being who had issued from Mahadeva’s mouth, for witnessing with her own eyes the act of destruction which was her own (for it was she who had impelled her lord to accomplish it for her sake).  That mighty Being then set out, having obtained the permission of Mahadeva and having bowed his head unto him.  In energy, strength, and form, he resembled Maheswara himself who had created him.  Indeed, he was the living embodiment of (Mahadeva’s) wrath.  Of immeasurable might and energy, and of immeasurable courage and prowess, he came to be called by the name of Virabhadra—­that dispeller of the goddess’s wrath.  He then created from the pores of his body a large number of spirit chiefs known by the name of Raumyas.  Those fierce bands of spirits, endued with terrible energy and prowess and resembling Rudra himself on that account, rushed with the force of thunder to that place where Daksha was making preparations for his sacrifice, impelled by the desire of destroying it.  Possessed of dreadful and gigantic forms, they numbered by hundreds and thousands.  They filled the sky with their confused cries and shrieks.  That noise filled the denizens of heaven with fear.  The very mountains were riven and the earth trembled.  Whirl winds began to blow.  The Ocean rose in a surge.  The fires that were kindled refused to blaze up.  The Sun became dimmed.  The planets, the stars, and constellations, and the moon, no longer shone.  The Rishis, the gods, and human beings, looked pale.  A universal darkness spread over earth and sky.  The insulted Rudras began to set fire to everything.  Some amongst them of terrible form began to smite and strike.  Some tore up the sacrificial stakes.  Some began to grind and others to crush.  Endued with the speed of wind or thought, some began to rush close and far.  Some began to break the sacrificial vessels and the celestial ornaments.  The scattered fragments strewed the ground like stars bespangling the firmament.  Heaps of excellent viands, of bottles of drink, and of eatables there were that looked like mountains.  Rivers of milk ran on every side, with clarified butter and Payasa for their mire, creamy curds for their water, and crystalised sugar for their sands.  Those rivers contained all the six tastes.  There were lakes of treacle that looked very beautiful.  Meat of diverse kinds, of the best quality, and other eatables of various sorts, and many excellent varieties of drink, and several other kinds of food that might be licked and sucked, began to be eaten by that army of spirits with diverse mouths.  And they began to cast off