Translated by Ian Johnston, Vancouver Island University, Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada.


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[Telemachus and his crew reach Pylos and are welcomed by Nestor; Nestor describes events at Troy and on the voyage home; Nestor gives an account of Aegisthus’s plan to seduce Clytaemnestra and murder Agamemnon; Nestor sacrifices to Poseidon, then invites Athena and Telemachus to stay the night with him; Athena declines, but Telemachus goes with Nestor; Nestor and his sons offer a sacrifice to Athena; Polycaste gives Telemachus a bath; Nestor orders a chariot; Telemachus and Peisistratus leave Pylos, spend the night in Pherae, then continue their journey.]


When the sun had left the splendid sea and risen up
into an all-bronze heaven, giving light to gods
and mortal creatures and grain to farmers’ fields,
the ship and crew reached Pylos, a well-built city
ruled by Nestor. There by the sea the city folk
were preparing black bulls as holy offerings
to lord Poseidon, dark-haired Shaker of the Earth.(1)
There were nine groups of them, each one five hundred strong,
and nine offerings of bulls ready for sacrifice.
As they were samping some of the inner organs                              10
and cooking thigh parts for the gods, the ship and crew
were heading straight for shore. The crew hauled in and furled            [10]
the sails on their trim ship, moored it, and disembarked.
With Athena showing the way, Telemachus
stepped from the ship. The bright-eyed goddess spoke to him:(2)


“Telemachus, no need to feel ashamed,
not in the least, for this is why you’ve sailed
across the sea, to get information
about your father—where he is buried
and what fate has befallen him. Come now,                            20
go directly to horse-taming Nestor.
Let’s find out what advice his heart contains.
You yourself must beg him to tell the truth.
He will not lie, for he is truly wise.”                                                 [20]


Prudent Telemachus then answered her and said:


“Mentor, how shall I go there and greet him?
I’ve had no practice with such formal speech.
And then, when a young man seeks to question
an older one, his words could bring him shame.”


Athena, goddess with the gleaming eyes, then said:                       30


“Telemachus, your heart will think of something,
and power from heaven will provide the rest.
For I don’t think that you were born and raised
without being favoured by the gods.”


                                                             She spoke.
Pallas Athena quickly led them along the shore
Telemachus followed in the goddess’s footsteps.                                    [30]
They reached the group of Pylians assembled there,
where Nestor sat among his sons. Around them there,
his companions were getting ready for the feast,
cooking meat and setting other pieces onto spits.                          40
When they observed the strangers, they came thronging round,
clasping them by their hands, inviting them to sit.
Peisistratus, son of Nestor, approached them first,
took Athena and Telemachus both by the hand,
and asked them to sit on soft cushions on the beach
and to eat beside his brother Thrasymedes
and his father. He gave them portions of the innards,
and then into a cup of gold he poured some wine.                                 [40]
Making a toast to Pallas Athena, daughter
of aegis-bearing Zeus, he spoke to her and said:(3)                           50


“Stranger, you must pray to lord Poseidon—
this celebration you have chanced upon
is in his honour. When you have offered
your libation and have prayed, as is right,
hand your comrade the cup of honey wine,
so he can pour out his libation, too,
for he looks like someone who offers prayers
to the immortals. All men need the gods.
Since he’s a younger man of my own age,
I’ll start by giving you this golden cup.”                                  60     [50]


Saying this, he set the cup of sweet wine in her hand.
Athena rejoiced at such a wise and righteous man,
because he had offered the gold cup to her first.
At once she made a solemn prayer to lord Poseidon:


“Hear me, Poseidon, you who enfold the earth—
do not hold back from bringing to fulfillment
those events we pray for. And to begin with,
give Nestor and his sons a glorious name,
and then grant all other men of Pylos
a pleasing recompense in answer to                                        70
these lovely offerings. And in addition,
grant that Telemachus and I get back,
once we have accomplished all those things                                  [60]
for which we came here in our swift black ship.”


That is the prayer Athena uttered, while she herself
was taking care that everything would work out well.
She gave Telemachus the fine two-handled cup.
Odysseus’s brave son then made a prayer like hers.
Once they finished roasting the upper cuts of meat
and had pulled them off the spits, they served out portions          80
and had a sumptuous feast. When every one of them
had taken food and drink to his own heart’s content,
Nestor, the Geranian horseman, began to speak:(4)


“It seems to me that it’s a good time now
to ask our guests to tell us who they are,
now they’ve enjoyed our food. And so, strangers,                          [70]
who are you? What country did you sail from,
when you set your course across the water?
Are you on business? Or are you roaming
on the seas at random, like those pirates                                 90
who sail here and there, risking their own lives,
posing a threat to men from other lands?”


Then prudent Telemachus spoke up in reply,
and boldly, too, for Athena herself had put
fresh courage in his heart, so he might talk about
his absent father and acquire for himself
a noble reputation:


                           “Nestor, son of Neleus,
great glory of Achaeans, you asked us
the land we come from, so I will tell you.                                       [80]
We’re from Ithaca below Mount Neion.                                   100
My business, which I’ll mention, is private,
not a public matter. I am pursuing
wide-spread rumours of the brave Odysseus,
my father, who, they say, fought at your side
and utterly destroyed the Trojans’ city.
We have heard reports about the others,
those who went to war against the Trojans—
where each met his piteous fate—but Zeus,
son of Cronos, has made Odysseus’ death
something unknown, for none of us can say                          110
with any confidence where he was killed,
whether he was overwhelmed by enemies                                       [90]
on land or killed at sea by waves stirred up
by Amphitrite.(5) That’s why I have come
to sit now in your home, for there’s a chance
you could provide some news of how he died,
something you may have seen with your own eyes.
Or perhaps you’ve heard about his wanderings
from someone else. For his mother bore him
to go through trouble more than other men.                          120
Do not pity me or, from compassion,
just offer me kind words of consolation,
but tell me truly how you chanced to see him.
If in word or deed, my father, Odysseus,
ever made a promise and kept his word,
when you two were there among the Trojans,
where the Achaeans suffered such distress,                                   [100]
I ask you now—remember what he did,
and give me the truth.”


                                   Responding to Telemachus,
Geranian horseman Nestor said:


                                           “My friend,                                         130
you make me call to mind the suffering
and boundless courage of Achaea’s sons
in all they went through over there, the things
we had to endure while on board the ships,
as we roamed across the misty waters,
in search of loot, with Achilles in the lead,
all the fights around great Priam’s city,
where so many of our finest men were killed,
where warlike Ajax and Achilles lie,
and Patroclus, too, a man whose counsel                               140    [110]
was like the gods’. My own dear son fell there,
Antilochus, as strong as he was noble,
outstanding for his speed and fighting skill.
And we endured countless other hardships
apart from these. Who could possibly describe
every detail of the men who perished?
If you were to spend five or six years here
questioning me about the brave Achaeans
and the troubles they went through, you’d grow tired
and sail back home well before I’d finished.                           150
Nine years we spent scheming to bring them down
with every sort of trick, but Cronos’ son
made all our plans so hard to carry out.
Over there no one ever tried to claim                                               [120]
he could match Odysseus’s shrewd advice.
In devising every kind of devious scheme
he was easily the best, your father,
if indeed you are his son. Looking at you,
I am astonished, for you truly speak
the way he did. No one would ever think                                160
a younger man could talk so much like him.
All that time back then, never once did I
and lord Odysseus, in council or assembly,
disagree. We spoke with a single heart
and gave the Argives wise and useful views
about how those events would best turn out.
But when Priam’s lofty city was destroyed                                      [130]
and our ships set off, the Achaean fleet
was scattered by some god. And even so,
Zeus planned in his heart to give Achaeans                            170
a sorrowful return. They had not been wise
or righteous, so many met a nasty fate,
thanks to the mortal anger of Athena,
bright-eyed goddess with a mighty father.
She incited both sons of Atreus
to quarrel with each other. The two men
had quickly called Achaeans to assembly,
not in the usual way, but at sunset.
Achaea’s sons arrived all flushed with wine.
Both kings delivered speeches. They explained                      180    [140]
why they had called the meeting. Menelaus
told Achaeans to plan on going home
on the broad back of the sea. What he said
did not please Agamemnon in the least,
because he wished to keep the army there,
so they could all offer sacrifices
to appease Athena’s dreadful anger.
The fool! He didn’t know there was no chance
that she was going to hear what he would say.
For the minds of gods, who live forever,                                   190
are not altered quickly. So these two men
stood there, trading hard words with each other.
The armed Achaeans jumped up on their feet,
making a huge din. Two different plans                                          [150]
were popular among them, and that night
no one slept, as both sides kept arguing,
each one with harsh opinions of the other,
for Zeus was bringing us a wretched fate.
In the morning, some of us dragged our ships
down to the sparkling sea, put goods on board—                   200
our women, too, who wore their girdles low.
But half the soldiers stayed, remaining there
with Agamemnon, son of Atreus,
shepherd of his army. So half of us
embarked and rowed away. Our ships moved fast—
some god had made the yawning sea grow calm.
We came to Tenedos and sacrificed
to all the gods, still keen to get back home.
But even then Zeus had not decided                                               [160]
to let us all return—a stubborn god!                                        210
He stirred up a second vicious quarrel.
So some men turned their curving ships around
and sailed back, among them lord Odysseus,
that wise and cunning man, with his soldiers.
Once again he favoured Agamemnon,
son of Atreus. Then I fled away
with the remaining ships, which followed me.
I knew a god was planning something bad.
And Diomedes, son of Tydeus,
urged his comrades on to act as we did.                                  220
But fair-haired Menelaus and his ships
sailed later and caught up with us at Lesbos.
We’d been arguing about the major stretch—
should we sail to the north of rugged Chios                                   [170]
towards the island of Psyria, keeping
Chios on our left, or take the southern route,
below Chios and past stormy Mimas.
So we asked a god to give us a sign.
He did and ordered us to carve our way
across the great sea straight to Euboea—                               230
for that way we would escape from trouble
as quickly as we could.(6) A blustery wind
began to blow, and so our ships moved fast
across the fish-filled seas. That very night
we landed at Geraestus, where we offered
many bulls’ thighs to Poseidon, our thanks
for crossing the great sea. On the fourth day,
crews of Diomedes, son of Tydeus,
tamer of horses, berthed their well-built ships                              [180]
in Argos, but I sailed on to Pylos.(7)                                          240
Once a god sent that wind to blow us home,
it never once let up. And so, my lad,
I made it back. But of the Achaeans—
the ones who died and those who got back home—
I didn’t learn a thing. I just don’t know.
But what I have found out, as I’ve sat here,
in my own home, you’ll hear. You have that right.
I’ll not conceal it from you. People say
spear-fighting Myrmidons reached home safely,
led by the brilliant son of brave Achilles,                                250
as did the noble son of Poias, too,   
Philoctetes. And Idomeneus
got all his comrades back to Crete, the ones                                  [190]
who’d made it through the war. Not one of them
was lost at sea. As for Agamemnon,
although you live a long way off, you’ve heard
of his return—how he came home and then
how Aegisthus planned his vicious slaughter
and later paid a terrible reckoning.
That’s why it’s good for any murdered man                            260
to leave a worthy son. For Orestes
got his revenge against his father’s killer,
sly Aegisthus, who’d slain Agamemnon,
that splendid man. And you, my friend, I see
that you’re a powerful, fine-looking man,
but you must act with courage, so those born
in future years will say good things of you.”                                   [200]


Shrewd Telemachus then said in reply:


son of Neleus, great glory of Achaeans,
yes, indeed, Orestes got his revenge.                                        270
Achaeans all will celebrate his fame
and sing of it to men in years to come.
If gods would only give me strength like that,
so I could pay these haughty suitors back—
they bring me such distress. In all their pride
they keep on plotting evil things for me,
and happiness like that the gods deny
me and my father. But in spite of that,
I must keep going.”


                                       Geranian horseman Nestor                                   [210]
then said to Telemachus:


                                                           “My friend,                    280
you mentioned this and made me think of it—
they say that many suitors in your home,
seeking to become your mother’s husband,
keep devising hostile schemes against you,
over your objections. So tell me this—
are you being oppressed with your consent?
Or in response to what some god has said,
have the people turned against you? Who knows
whether Odysseus will return some day
to pay them back for all their violence,                                    290
either alone or with a combined force
of Achaean warriors? How I wish
Athena with her bright eyes were willing
to cherish you the way she cared back then
for fine Odysseus in the land of Troy,                                               [220]
where we Achaeans had to undergo
such grievous times. For I have never seen
the gods display their love so openly
as Pallas Athena did supporting him.
If she was keen to love you in that way                                    300
and to take you to her heart, those suitors
would soon forget about being married.”


Shrewd Telemachus then answered Nestor, saying:


“Old man, I do not think what you’ve described
will ever come to pass. What you have said
is too much to expect. I am surprised
you mention it. I entertain no hopes
that it could happen to me, even if
the gods themselves were willing.”


                                                             Then Athena,
bright-eyed goddess, answered him:


                                                      “Telemachus,                          310    [230]
what words just passed the barrier of your teeth!
A god could easily bring someone home
from a long way off, if he wanted to.
But I’d prefer to suffer many hardships
and see the day when I got back again
and reached my home, than to complete my trip
only to be butchered by my own hearth,
the way that Agamemnon was cut down,
tricked by his own wife and by Aegisthus.
But the gods cannot protect a man from death—                   320
which comes to all—even to ones they love,
once the destroying fate of a harsh doom
has him in its grip.”


                                              Prudent Telemachus
then said in answer to Athena:


though we’re sad, let’s not discuss this further.                            [240]
For him there’ll be no more returning home.
No. For by this time the immortal gods
have planned some dismal fate for him. I’d like
to change the subject and question Nestor.
He’s a righteous and intelligent man,                                      330
more so than others. He’s been king, they say,
over three generations of mortal men.
As I look at him, he seems immortal.
O Nestor, son of Neleus, tell me this:
How did wide-ruling lord Agamemnon,
son of Atreus, meet his death? And where
was Menelaus? As for Aegisthus,
that deceitful man, what did he devise
to kill a man much finer than himself?
Was Menelaus not in Achaean Argos,                                      340    [250]
but wandering around some foreign land?
Was that what made Aegisthus brave enough
to carry out the killing?”


                                  Geranian horseman Nestor
then answered Telemachus and said:


                                                      “My lad,
I’ll tell you all this and speak frankly, too.
You yourself obviously understand
what would have happened if Menelaus,
Atreus’ fair-haired son, had reached his home
from Troy and found Aegisthus living there,
in his own house. He would have killed the man.                  350
No one would have heaped up a tomb for him—
he’d have been eaten by the dogs and birds,
as he lay on the plain outside the town.                                          [260]
And not one of the Achaean women
would have lamented him, the one who planned
the monstrous act. While we were there in Troy,
fighting hard in battle after battle,
he was enjoying himself, tucked away
in horse-breeding Argos, seeking to seduce
the wife of Agamemnon with his talk.                                     360
Lady Clytaemnestra at first turned down
such a repulsive crime, for she possessed
a noble heart. Besides, she had with her
a singer whom the son of Atreus
had firmly charged to watch out for his wife,
when he’d embarked for Troy. But then, when Fate
sent from the gods caught her and she succumbed,
Aegisthus took that singer far away,                                                [270]
to a lonely island, and abandoned him,
a trophy for the birds to prey upon.                                         370
And when he wished to take her to his home,
she agreed to go. Then Aegisthus burned
many thigh cuts on the holy altars
dedicated to the gods and offered
all sorts of treasure, woven goods and gold,
for he had managed a tremendous act
and found success beyond his fondest dreams.
Well, once we’d left Troy, we sailed together,
Menelaus and myself. At the time,
our relationship was very friendly.                                           380
But when we came to holy Sunium,
the Athenian headland, Phoebus Apollo
with his gentle arrows struck down and killed                              [280]
the helmsman on Menelaus’ ship, Phrontis,
Onetor’s son, as he gripped the steering oar
on the swift-moving ship.(8) He was a man
preeminent among the tribes of men
in piloting a ship through stormy winds.
Now, though Menelaus was still very keen
to keep going on his trip, he stayed there,                              390
to bury his companion and provide
the funeral rites. But when he re-launched
his hollow ships upon the wine-dark sea
and quickly reached the steep crag of Malea,
far-seeing lord Zeus carried out a scheme
to make his voyage dreadful. He sent down
blasting winds and immense waves, like mountains.                    [290]
Once he’d split Menelaus’s fleet in two,
Zeus pushed some to Crete, where Cyndians live
beside banks of the river Iardanus.                                                 400
There’s a steep cliff there, rocks facing the sea,
right in the misty surf, on Gortyn’s borders,
where South-West Wind forces gigantic waves
against the promontory on the left,
by Phaestus. A small rock in that spot holds back
the mighty waves. Some of his ships came there.
After making desperate efforts, the men
escaped destruction, but on that very rock
the ships were smashed to pieces by the waves.
The wind then drove five other dark-nosed ships                  410
over the waves, taking them to Egypt,                                              [300]
where Menelaus and his ships then sailed
among some folk who spoke a foreign tongue,
and gathered plentiful supplies and gold,
while at home Aegisthus planned the murder.
After he killed the son of Atreus,
Aegisthus ruled Mycenae seven years.
Under his kingship people were oppressed.
But in the eighth year brave Orestes came
back from Athens—bad news for Aegisthus.                          420
Orestes slew his father’s murderer,
sly Aegisthus, because he had cut down
his famous father. Once he’d killed the man,
he held a funeral feast for all the Argives,
in remembrance of his hateful mother
and cowardly Aegisthus. That same day,                                        [310]
Menelaus, so good at battle shouts,
arrived, bringing large amounts of treasure,
as much as his remaining ships could hold.
So now, my friend, you must not wander off                          430
and stay away from home too long, leaving
your possessions there, with such shameless men
in your own house, in case they take away
all your wealth or eat it up. That would make
your voyage here quite useless. I’d urge you—
and this I strongly recommend—to go
to Menelaus. For he’s just come home
from foreign places very recently,
when no one in his heart had any hope
he might be returning from those people.                              440
For stormy winds had driven him off course,                                   [320]
at first into a sea so large that birds
take a year or more to fly back from there.
That’s how huge and terrifying it is.
But you and your companions should leave now
in your ship. If you’d like to go by land,
I have chariots and horses for you.(9)
My sons will help, as well, and be your guides
to fair-haired Menelaus, where he lives
in noble Sparta. Make sure you ask him                                  450
to speak to you and to be quite candid.
He will not lie, for he is far too wise.”


As Nestor finished talking, the sun was setting,
and dark night coming on. At that point, Athena,                                   [330]
the bright-eyed goddess, said to them:


                                                      “Old man,
what you’ve just said is true and relevant.
But now you should slice out the victims’ tongues
and mix the wine, so we can make libations
to lord Poseidon and to other gods,
and then think of rest. It’s that time of day.                            460
Now the light has slid below the darkness,
and it’s not right for us to linger here
at feasting for the gods. We must get back.”


Zeus’s daughter spoke, and they heard what she had said.
Heralds poured out water for them to wash their hands,
and young boys filled up wine bowls to the brim with drink,
and served them all, pouring wine out into the cups,                             [340]
the first drops for libations. They threw the bulls’ tongues
on the fire and, standing up, made their offerings.
That tribute done, they drank wine to their heart’s content.          470
Then both Athena and godlike Telemachus
wished to get back to their hollow ship. But Nestor,
wanting them to stay there, appealed to them and said:


“Zeus and other eternal gods forbid
that you should leave my home for your fast ship,
as if you were departing from a man
who has no clothes or riches, some pauper,
whose home lacks a store of cloaks or blankets
to give him and his guests a gentle sleep.                                       [350]
My house has coverlets and lovely rugs.                                  480
Surely the dear son of brave Odysseus
will not lie down to sleep on a ship’s deck,
not while I’m alive and still have children
left in my own halls to welcome strangers,
whoever visits me in my own home.”


Athena, bright-eyed goddess, then answered Nestor:


 “No doubt what you have said, old friend, is wise,
and Telemachus should follow your advice.
It would be better if he did. But now,
when he goes back with you to get some sleep                      490
in your own home, I’ll go to our black ship,                                     [360]
to rally the morale of our companions
and tell them everything. Among our group
I’m the only one who can make the claim
that I’m an older man. The rest are young,
all the same age as brave Telemachus.
They follow us because they are our friends.
I’ll lie down on the hollow ship tonight
and in the morning go to the Caucones,
for they owe me a still outstanding debt,                                500
not a small amount. Since Telemachus
has visited your home, give him horses,
the strongest and the fastest ones you have.
Send him off in a chariot with your son.”                                        [370]


Glittery-eyed Athena said these words and left,
taking on the form of a sea eagle. Amazement
overwhelmed Achaeans watching—and old Nestor
was filled with wonder, as his eyes took in the sight.
He grabbed Telemachus’s hand and said to him:


“My friend, I don’t think you’ll turn out to be                      510
a bad or feeble man, if gods follow you
to be your guide, when you’re so very young.
Of all those who live on Mount Olympus,
that is none other than Zeus’ daughter,
the glorious Tritogeneia, the god
who held your splendid father in such honour
among the Argives.(10) But now, dear goddess,
be gracious and give me a noble fame,                                             [380]
me, my children, and the wife I cherish.
And in return I’ll sacrifice to you                                              520
a broad-faced heifer, as yet unbroken—
no man has put that beast beneath the yoke—
I’ll offer her to you with gold-wrapped horns.”


Nestor spoke this prayer, and Pallas Athena heard him.
Then Geranian horseman Nestor led them away,
with his sons and sons-in-law, to his lovely home.
Once they had reached the splendid palace of the king,
they sat down in rows on high-backed chairs and couches.
When all of them came in, the old man mixed for them                         [390]
a bowl of sweet wine ten years old, which his steward                    530
opened after loosening the lid. The old man
had some of it mixed in a bowl, and then poured out
libations, as he prayed in earnest to Athena,
daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus. Others did the same.
Then they drank the wine to their heart’s content and left,
each one to his own home, to get some sleep. Nestor,
the Geranian horseman, told Telemachus,
godlike Odysseus’s dear son, to sleep right there,
on a corded bed in the echoing corridor,
with spear-fighter Peisistratus, leader of men,                                 540    [400]
there beside him in the palace. Of all his sons,
he was the only one who was not yet married.
Nestor himself slept in an inner chamber
inside the high-roofed house, with his noble wife,
who had prepared the bed, lying down beside him.

As soon as rose-fingered early Dawn appeared,
Geranian horseman Nestor got out of bed,
went outside, and sat down before his high white doors
on polished stones, which glistened as if rubbed with oil.
Neleus in earlier times used to sit on them,                                      550
a man whose wise advice was equal to the gods.
But Fate had overtaken him by now. He’d gone                                        [410]
to Hades, so now Geranian horseman Nestor,
the protector of Achaeans, sat on those stones,
a sceptre in his hand. His sons came from their rooms
and gathered round him in a throng—Echephron,
Stratius, Perseus, Aretus, and Thrasymedes.
Then the sixth son joined them, warrior Peisistratus.
They brought in godlike Telemachus, asking him
to sit among them. Geranian horseman Nestor                                  560
then began to speak to them:


                                         “My dear children,
you must act on my desires, and quickly,
so I can propitiate Athena,
before the other gods. She came to me
in manifest form, at Poseidon’s feast.                                               [420]
So come—one of you must fetch a heifer
out there in the plain. And to guarantee
the beast gets here as quickly as it can,
have the cattle herder drive it to me.
Then someone must set off for the black ship                         570
of brave Telemachus and bring back here
all his companions, leaving only two.
And tell the goldsmith Laerces to come,
so he can wrap the heifer’s horns with gold.
All the rest of you stay here together.
You must tell the inside household servants
to prepare a fine banquet in the house,
with chairs and logs set all around. Make sure
they bring fresh water.”


                             Once Nestor finished speaking,                                     [430]
the men all set to work. The heifer from the plain                           580
was driven in, and brave Telemachus’s comrades
arrived from their fine ship. The goldsmith came, as well,
carrying the bronze tools he needed for his trade,
an anvil, hammer, and well-crafted tongs, the things
he used to work the gold. Athena also came,
ready to receive the sacrifice. Then Nestor,
the old chariot fighter, produced the gold. The smith
crafted it into a rich design and wrapped it
around the heifer’s horns, so that the goddess,
when she saw the offering, would rejoice. Stratius                          590
and Echephron led in the heifer by the horns,
as Aretus entered from a room inside the house,                                     [440]
bringing water in a basin etched with flowers
for them to wash their hands. In his other hand
he carried in a basket filled with barley grains.
Steadfast Thrasymedes stood holding a sharp axe
to cut down the heifer. And Perseus held a bowl
to catch the victim’s blood. Then old man Nestor,
the chariot fighter, began the ritual washing
and sprinkled barley grains, intoning many prayers                        600
offered to Athena. As the initial gift,
from the heifer’s head he cut off a single hair
and threw it on the fire. Once they made their prayers
and scattered grains of barley, then Thrasymedes,
Nestor’s courageous son, approached the animal
and struck it. The axe sliced through sinews on its neck,
and the spirit of the beast ebbed out. The women—
Nestor’s daughters, his sons’ wives, and his cherished wife,                   [450]
Eurydice, eldest daughter of Clymenus—
raised the sacred cry, as the men then lifted up                               610
the animal’s head above the much-travelled earth.
Peisistratus, leader of men, slit the beast’s throat,
and its black blood flowed out. The spirit left its bones.
They carved the body quickly, cutting thigh bones out,
all in proper order, and then covered them up
in double folds of fat and set raw meat on top.
Next, the old man burned those offerings on split wood
and over them poured out gleaming wine. Beside Nestor
stood young men with five-pronged forks in hand. Once the thighs     [460]
had been completely burned and they had sampled innards,        
they sliced up the remaining meat, placed it on spits,
and held the pointed skewers out, above the fire.
Then beautiful Polycaste, youngest daughter
of old Nestor, son of Neleus, bathed Telemachus.
When the bath was finished, she rubbed him with rich oil
and offered him a tunic and fine cloak to wear.
As he came from his bath, he looked just like a god.
He went and sat by Nestor, the people’s shepherd.
After they had roasted the upper cuts of meat                                         [470]
and pulled the pieces off the spits, they sat and ate.                       630
The servers were distinguished men, who poured the wine
in goblets made of gold. Once they had all eaten
their fill of food and drink, Geranian horseman Nestor
was the first to speak. He said:


                                             “Come now, my sons,
hitch up some fine-maned horses to a chariot,
so Telemachus can start his journey.”


Nestor spoke. They heard and carried out his orders,
eagerly and quickly harnessing swift horses
onto the chariot. In it a servant woman
stored bread and wine and special delicacies, too,                           640
various assortments that those kings Zeus cherishes                              [480]
eat with such delight. Then Telemachus climbed up
inside the splendid chariot, and Nestor’s son
Peisistratus, leader of men, stepped up as well,
beside him in the chariot, grabbing the reins,
and cracking the whip. The chariot team of horses
raced willingly across the plain, leaving behind
the steep citadel of Pylos, and all day long
they rattled the yoke and harness across their necks.
Then the sun set, and darkness covered all the roads.                     650
The two men reached the home of Diocles in Pherae.
He was the son of Ortilochus, whose father
was Alpheus. They spent the night in Pherae                                          [490]
Diocles offered them the hospitality
he owed to strangers who visited him as guests.
Then, as soon as rose-fingered early Dawn appeared,
they hitched their horses, climbed in the splendid chariot,
and set off from the echoing portico and gate.
With a touch of the whip, the horses raced along,
eager to run. The two men reached plains full of wheat,                 660
in a hurry to complete their trip, so quickly
did that pair of speeding horses pull them onward.
And then the sun went down, and all the roads grew dark.







(1) Poseidon is god of the sea and of earthquakes (hence, two common epithets applied to him: “encircler of the earth” and “shaker of the earth” or “earthshaker”). [Back to Text]

(2) As in Book 2, Athena has the form and voice of Mentor. Hence, Telemachus addresses her by that name. [Back to Text]

(3) The aegis is a shield borne by Zeus (or by a god to whom he lends it), symbolic of the storm cloud. Its powers make men afraid and run off in a panic. [Back to Text]

(4) Nestor is frequently called the “Geranian horseman,” presumably because as a young lad he was raised in Gerania, away from his family in Pylos. [Back to Text]

(5) Amphitrite, a sea goddess, is wife to Poseidon. Her name may be a reference to the Atlantic Ocean. [Back to Text]

(6) The choice of routes back home offers a number of options, particularly if the fleet wishes to move from island to island (a slow but safer course). The god advises a straight rush across open water (“the great sea”) to Euboea, a large island just off the mainland of Attica, a faster but potentially more dangerous course. [Back to Text]

(7) Diomedes is king of Argos, a town in the Peloponnese. It is not the same as the Argos ruled by Agamemnon, which is in the south-east Peloponnese (and sometimes called Achaean Argos, a city often identified as Mycenae, although these two are also at times identified as two neighbouring places). [Back to Text]

(8) The line about the “gentle” arrows of Apollo refers to some fatal but non-violent illness (like a fever), for which Apollo (or his sister Artemis) was considered responsible. [Back to Text]

(9) Nestor offers Telemachus a choice of routes here, but it is difficult to imagine how Telemachus could sail directly to Sparta, which is far inland. [Back to Text]

(10) Tritogeneia means “Trito-born” (thrice born?) and is an epithet often given to Athena. Its precise significance is not clear. [Back to Text]



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