car-warriors.  Recollecting the death of his sire, Ashvatthama became filled with rage.  Alighting from the terrace of his car, he rushed furiously (against his enemies).  Taking up his bright shield with a 1,000 moons and his massive and celestial sword decked with gold, the mighty Ashvatthama rushed against the sons of Draupadi and began to lay about him with his weapon.  Then that tiger among men, in that dreadful battle, struck Prativindhya in the abdomen, at which the latter, O king, deprived of life, fell down on the Earth.  The valiant Sutasoma, having pierced the son of Drona with a lance, rushed at him with his uplifted sword.  Ashvatthama, however cut off Sutasoma’s arm with the sword in grasp, and once more struck him in the flank.  At this, Sutasoma fell down, bereft of life.  The valiant Shatanika, the son of Nakula, taking up a car-wheel with his two hands, violently struck Ashvatthama at the chest.  The regenerate Ashvatthama violently assailed Shatanika after he had hurled that car-wheel.  Exceedingly agitated, Nakula’s son fell down upon the Earth, upon which Drona’s son cut off his head.  Then Shrutakarma, taking up a spiked bludgeon, attacked Ashvatthama.  Furiously rushing at Drona’s son, he assailed him violently on the left part of his forehead.  Ashvatthama struck Shrutakarma with his excellent sword on the face.  Deprived of senses and his face disfigured, he fell down lifeless on the Earth.  At this noise, the heroic Shrutakirti, that great car-warrior, coming up, poured showers of arrows on Ashvatthama.  Baffling those arrowy showers with his shield, Ashvatthama cut off from the enemy’s trunk the latter’s beautiful head adorned with ear-rings.  Then the slayer of Bhishma, the mighty Shikhandi, with all the Prabhadrakas, assailed the hero from every side with diverse kinds of weapons.  Shikhandi struck Ashvatthama with an arrow in the midst of his two eyebrows.  Filled with rage at this, Drona’s son, possessed of great might, approached Shikhandi and cut him into twain with his sword.  Having slain Shikhandi, Ashvatthama, filled with rage, rushed furiously against the other Prabhadrakas.  He proceeded also against the remnant of Virata’s force.

Endued with great strength, Drona’s son made a heavy carnage amongst the sons, the grandsons, and the followers of Drupada, singling them out one after another.  Accomplished in the use of the sword, Ashvatthama then, rushing against other combatants, cut them down with his excellent sword.  The warriors in the Pandava camp beheld that Death-Night in her embodied form, a black image, of bloody mouth and bloody eyes, wearing crimson garlands and smeared with crimson unguents, attired in a single piece of red cloth, with a noose in hand, and resembling an elderly lady, employed in chanting a dismal note and standing full before their eyes, and about to lead away men and steeds and elephants all tied in a stout cord.  She seemed to take away diverse kinds of spirits, with dishevelled hair and tied together in