Do you, O gentle one, array fourteen thousand of those those Rākṣasas, gifted with furious vehemence, ever following my wish, who never turn away froin the field; who are hued like to purple clouds, who revel in cruelty*, and who are elated (in consequence of their prowess). *The North-West Province's text has some additional sloka:-Dreadful, wearing forms at will, possessing the pride of the lion, having large mouth, high-souled, revelling in cruelty, endued with strength, of fierce energy.
चतुर्दश सहस्राणि मम चित्तानुवर्तिनाम्। रक्षसां भीमवेगानां समरेष्वनिवर्तिनाम्॥ नीलजीमूतवर्णानां लोकहिंसाविहारिणाम्। सर्वोद्योगमुदीर्णानां रक्षसां सौम्य कारय॥