And the sun rose, leaving the beautiful lake,to climb the brazen heavens, that he might shine upon the immortalsand upon mortal men on the grain-giving earth.And they came to Pylos, the well-built citadel of Neleus,where the people were making sacrifice upon the seashore,offering jet-black bulls to the dark-haired shaker of the earth.There were nine companies, and in each five hundred men were seated,and for each they held forth nine bulls.Just as the men of Pylos had tasted the entrails and were burning the thigh-pieces for the god,the others sailed straight in and furled the sails of their well-balanced ship,then moored her and themselves disembarked.And Telemachus stepped from the vessel, with Athena leading the way.The bright-eyed goddess Athena was the first to speak to him:
"Telemachus, you must no longer hold back in shyness, not in the least.It is for this you have sailed across the sea, to learn of your father,where the earth now hides him, and what fate he has met.Come now, go straight to Nestor, tamer of horses;let us see what counsel he keeps hidden in his breast.Beseech him yourself to tell you the unerring truth;he will not speak a falsehood, for his wisdom is great."
And wise Telemachus spoke to her in return:"Mentor, how shall I go, how should I greet him?I am not yet practiced in artful words,and a young man feels shame to question an elder."
Then the bright-eyed goddess Athena spoke to him again:"Telemachus, some things you will frame in your own heart,and others a divine spirit will put into your mind. For I do not believeit was against the will of the gods that you were born and nurtured."
So spoke Pallas Athena, and she led the wayswiftly, and he followed in the footsteps of the goddess.They came to the assembly and the seats of the men of Pylos,where Nestor sat with his sons, and around them his companionswere preparing a feast, roasting some meats and piercing others with spits.And when they saw the strangers, they all came forward in a throng,and greeted them with their hands and bade them be seated.First, Nestor's son Peisistratus, coming close,took them both by the hand and sat them down at the feaston soft fleeces upon the sands of the sea,beside his brother Thrasymedes and his own father.He gave them portions of the entrails, and poured wineinto a golden cup; and giving welcome, he addressedPallas Athena, daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus:"Pray now, stranger, to the lord Poseidon,for it is his feast you have chanced upon in coming here.But when you have poured a libation and prayed, as is the custom,give this man also the cup of honey-sweet winethat he may pour, since I think he too must pray to the immortals;for all men have need of the gods.But he is younger, of the same age as myself,and so to you first I will give the golden goblet."
So saying, he placed in her hands the cup of sweet wine.And Athena rejoiced in the wise and just man,because to her first he had given the golden goblet.At once she uttered a fervent prayer to the lord Poseidon:
"Hear me, Poseidon, girdler of the earth, and do not begrudgethe fulfillment of these works for which we pray.To Nestor first and to his sons grant glory,and then, to all the other Pylians, grant a gracious recompensefor this glorious hecatomb.Grant further that Telemachus and I may return, having accomplished the taskfor which we came hither in our swift black ship."
So she prayed, and she herself brought all to pass.Then she gave to Telemachus the beautiful two-handled cup,and in like manner prayed the dear son of Odysseus.Then, after they had roasted the outer meats and drawn them from the spits,they divided the portions and feasted a splendid feast.But when they had put away their desire for food and drink,the Gerenian horseman Nestor began to speak among them:
"Now it is more seemly to inquire and askof our guests who they are, since they have taken their pleasure in food.O strangers, who are you? From what lands do you sail the watery paths?Do you journey on some errand, or do you wander aimlesslyacross the sea like pirates, who roam aboutrisking their own lives to bring ruin to other men?"
Then wise Telemachus spoke to him in reply,taking heart; for Athena herself had put courage in his breast,so that he might ask about his absent father,[and so that a noble repute might be his among men:]
"O Nestor, son of Neleus, great glory of the Achaeans,you ask whence we are, and I will tell you.We have come from Ithaca, which lies under Mount Neion;and this business I speak of is my own, not of the people.I come in search of the wide fame of my father, if by chance I might hear it,of godlike, steadfast Odysseus, who they say once foughtby your side and sacked the city of the Trojans.For of all the others who made war on the Trojans,we have learned where each one perished in a bitter death.But of him, the son of Cronos has made even his death a thing unknown.For no one can say with certainty where he has perished,whether he was overcome by his foes on the mainland,or at sea among the waves of Amphitrite.For this reason I have now come to your knees, if you might be willingto tell me of his sorry death, if you have seen it anywherewith your own eyes, or have heard the tale from anotherwho wandered; for to a life of sorrow his mother bore him.And do not, out of respect or pity for me, soften your words,but tell me truly whatever you chanced to witness.I beseech you, if ever my father, noble Odysseus,in word or deed, gave you a promise and fulfilled itin the land of the Trojans, where you Achaeans suffered such pain:remember these things now, and tell me the unerring truth."
Then the Gerenian horseman Nestor answered him:"My friend, since you have reminded me of the sorrow which in that landwe endured, we sons of the Achaeans, with our untamed spirit,
all that we suffered with our ships on the misty sea,wandering after plunder wherever Achilles might lead,and all the times we fought around the great city of King Priam,where so many of our best men were slain:there lies warlike Ajax, there lies Achilles,there Patroclus, a counselor equal to the gods,and there my own dear son, both strong and fearless,Antilochus, swift of foot and a mighty warrior.And many other evils we suffered beyond these. Who among mortal mencould recount them all?Not if you were to stay for five or six yearsand question me on all the ills the noble Achaeans suffered there,would you not, heartsore, return to your own country first.For nine years we wove evils against them, devisingall manner of stratagems, and only with much toil did the son of Cronos bring it to an end.There, no man ever dared to match his counselagainst godlike Odysseus, for he far surpassed all othersin every kind of stratagem—your father, if indeedyou are his son. Awe holds me as I look upon you.Truly your words are like his; one would not thinka younger man could speak in so like a manner.There, for as long as we were there, I and godlike Odysseusnever spoke on opposite sides, neither in the assembly nor in the council,but with one spirit and with wise and prudent counselwe considered how all might turn out for the best for the Argives.But after we had sacked the steep city of Priam,[and embarked in our ships, a god scattered the Achaeans,]and then Zeus devised in his heart a sorry homecomingfor the Argives, since not all were prudent or just.Thus did many of them meet a wretched doom,through the ruinous wrath of the bright-eyed goddess, daughter of a mighty sire,who cast discord between the two sons of Atreus.For those two, having called all the Achaeans to an assembly,rashly, and not in order, at the setting of the sun—and the sons of the Achaeans came, heavy with wine—spoke the words for which they had gathered the army.There Menelaus urged all the Achaeansto think of their return over the broad back of the sea;but this did not please Agamemnon at all, for he wishedto hold the people back and to offer sacred hecatombs,so that he might appease the terrible wrath of Athena;the fool, he did not know she would not be persuaded.For the mind of the eternal gods is not quickly turned.So the two stood, exchanging harsh words,and the well-greaved Achaeans leapt upwith a wondrous clamor, and the counsel was divided between them.That night we rested, pondering harsh thingsin our hearts against one another, for Zeus was contriving a ruin of evils.At dawn, some of us dragged our ships to the sacred seaand loaded our possessions and the deep-girdled women.But half of the army was held back and remained therewith Agamemnon, son of Atreus, shepherd of the people;while we, the other half, embarked and set sail; and the ships sailedvery swiftly, for a god had smoothed the monstrous sea.When we reached Tenedos, we offered sacrifices to the gods,yearning for home; but Zeus did not yet intend our return,the cruel one, who stirred up an evil strife a second time.Some turned their curved ships back and departed,led by lord Odysseus, the shrewd and wily-minded,once more to show favor to Agamemnon, son of Atreus.But I, with the gathered ships that followed me,fled, for I knew that the divinity was devising evils.And the warlike son of Tydeus fled, and urged on his companions.Late after us came fair-haired Menelaus,and caught us at Lesbos as we were deliberating our long voyage,whether we should sail above rugged Chios,towards the island of Psyria, keeping it to our left,or below Chios, past wind-swept Mimas.We asked the god to show us a sign; and he showed us one,and bade us cut across the middle of the sea to Euboea,that we might most quickly escape from our misfortune.And a shrill wind rose up to blow; and the shipsran very swiftly over the fish-filled paths, and to Geraestusthey came in the night; and to Poseidon manythighs of bulls we offered, having measured the great sea.It was the fourth day when in Argos the well-balanced shipsof the companions of Diomedes, son of Tydeus, tamer of horses,came to a halt. But I held on for Pylos, and the wind never died,once the god had first sent it forth to blow.Thus I came, dear child, without news, nor do I know anythingof those Achaeans who were saved and who were lost.But all that I learn while sitting in my halls,you shall know, as is right, and I shall hide nothing from you.They say the Myrmidons, famed for their spears, came home safely,led by the glorious son of great-souled Achilles,and safely too Philoctetes, the splendid son of Poias.And Idomeneus brought all his companions to Crete,all who escaped from the war, and the sea stole none from him.Of the son of Atreus, even you have heard, though you live far away,how he returned, and how Aegisthus plotted his bitter ruin.But he, in truth, paid a miserable price.How good it is that a son be left behind by a manwho is slain, since that son too took vengeance on his father's slayer,the treacherous Aegisthus, who killed his renowned father.You too, my friend, for I see you are handsome and tall,be valiant, so that men to come may speak well of you."
And wise Telemachus spoke to him in reply:"O Nestor, son of Neleus, great glory of the Achaeans,that man indeed took great vengeance, and the Achaeanswill carry his wide fame in song for generations to come.If only the gods would gird me with such strength,to take revenge on the suitors for their grievous transgression,who in their insolence devise wicked things against me.But the gods have spun no such fortune for me,not for my father or for me; and so now I must simply endure."
Then the Gerenian horseman Nestor answered him:"My friend, since you have mentioned these things and spoken of them,they say that many suitors, for your mother's sake,devise evils in your halls against your will.Tell me, are you willingly subdued, or do the peopleof your land hate you, following some oracle of a god?Who knows if he might one day return and avenge their violence,either he alone, or all the Achaeans with him?For if bright-eyed Athena were to favor you with her love,as once she cared for glorious Odysseus
in the land of the Trojans, where we Achaeans suffered woes—for I have never seen the gods so openly loving,as Pallas Athena stood openly beside him—if she were so to love you and care for you in her heart,then some of those men might well forget about marriage."
And wise Telemachus spoke to him in reply:"Old father, I do not think this word will ever come to pass.You have spoken too greatly; awe holds me. This could not happen for me,not as I hope, not even if the gods themselves so willed it."
Then the bright-eyed goddess Athena spoke to him again:"Telemachus, what a word has escaped the barrier of your teeth!A god, if he wishes, can easily save a man even from afar.For my part, I would rather endure many hardshipsand come home to see my day of return,than return only to perish at my own hearth, as Agamemnonperished by the treachery of Aegisthus and his own wife.And yet, death is a thing shared by all, and not even the godscan ward it off from a man they love, when at lastthe dread fate of dolorous death lays hold of him."
And wise Telemachus spoke to her in reply:"Mentor, let us speak no more of this, though we are grieving.For him there is no true return; already the immortalshave devised for him death and black doom.But now I wish to turn and ask another questionof Nestor, since he knows justice and wisdom beyond all others.For they say he has reigned over three generations of men,so that to my eyes he seems like an immortal.O Nestor, son of Neleus, you must tell me the truth:how did Agamemnon, wide-ruling son of Atreus, die?
Where was Menelaus? What ruin did the treacherous Aegisthusdevise for him, since he killed a man far better than himself?Was Menelaus not in Achaean Argos, but wandering somewhere elseamong men, so that the other took courage and committed the murder?"
Then the Gerenian horseman Nestor answered him:"Then I will tell you, child, the whole truth.Truly, you yourself surmise how it would have been,if fair-haired Menelaus, the son of Atreus, on his return from Troy,had found Aegisthus alive in his halls.Then they would not have poured piled earth over him in death,but dogs and birds of prey would have devoured himas he lay on the plain far from the city, nor would anyof the Achaean women have wept for him; for he had devised a monstrous deed.For while we were there, accomplishing many trials,he, at his ease in a corner of horse-pasturing Argos,seduced the wife of Agamemnon with many words.At first she refused the shameless deed,divine Clytemnestra, for she possessed a noble heart.And with her was a singer, a man whom the son of Atreus,as he left for Troy, had strictly charged to watch over his wife.But when the fate of the gods bound her to be tamed,then Aegisthus took that singer to a deserted islandand left him to be the prey and prize of birds,and her, willing, he led to his own home, she willing.And he burned many thigh-pieces on the holy altars of the gods,and hung up many treasures, tapestries and gold,having accomplished a great deed he had never hoped for in his heart.For we were sailing together, returning from Troy,the son of Atreus and I, in friendship with one another.But when we reached holy Sunium, the cape of Athens,there Phoebus Apollo, with his gentle shafts,came upon and killed the helmsman of Menelaus,as he held the rudder in his hands in the speeding ship—Phrontis, son of Onetor, who surpassed all tribes of menin steering a ship whenever the storms grew violent.So Menelaus was detained there, though eager for his journey,to bury his companion and perform the funeral rites.But when he too, sailing over the wine-dark seain his hollow ships, reached the steep mountain of Malea,then far-seeing Zeus devised a hateful path for him,and poured forth the breath of shrill windsand swelling waves, huge, like mountains.There, splitting the fleet, he drove some ships to Crete,where the Cydonians dwelled around the streams of Iardanus.There is a smooth and towering rock that juts into the seaat the edge of Gortyn on the misty sea;there the south wind pushes a great wave against the left headland,towards Phaistos, and a small stone holds back the great wave.The ships came there, and with great effort the menescaped destruction, but the waves shattered the ships against the reefs.As for the other five dark-prowed ships, the wind and watercarried them and drove them to Egypt.So he, while gathering much livelihood and gold,wandered with his ships among men of foreign speech.Meanwhile, Aegisthus plotted these terrible deeds at home.He killed the son of Atreus, and the people were subdued under him.For seven years he reigned over Mycenae, rich in gold;but in the eighth year, disaster came for him in the form of godlike Orestes,returning from Athens, and he killed his father's murderer,[treacherous Aegisthus, who killed his renowned father.]Having killed him, he held a funeral feast for the Argivesover his hateful mother and the craven Aegisthus.And on that very day came Menelaus, master of the war cry,bringing many possessions, as much as his ships could bear.And so you, my friend, do not wander long and far from home,leaving behind your wealth and men in your housewho are so arrogant, lest they devour all yourpossessions while dividing them, and you have made a fruitless journey.But I urge and command you to go to Menelaus,for he has newly come from other lands,from those men from whom one would not hope in his heartto return, whom the storms first drive astrayinto so great a sea, from which not even the birdscan make their way in a single year, for it is so vast and terrible.But go now with your ship and your companions.Or if you wish to go by land, a chariot and horses are ready for you,and my sons are at your side, who will be your guidesto divine Lacedaemon, where fair-haired Menelaus dwells.Beseech him yourself, that he may tell you the unerring truth;he will not speak a falsehood, for his wisdom is great."
So he spoke, and the sun set and darkness came on.And the bright-eyed goddess Athena spoke among them:"Old father, you have indeed spoken these things in due measure.But come, cut the tongues of the victims, and mix the wine,so that when we have poured libations to Poseidon and the other immortalswe may think of sleep; for it is the hour.For the light is already gone into the gloom, and it is not fittingto sit long at a feast of the gods, but to depart."
So spoke the daughter of Zeus, and they heeded her words.Heralds poured water over their hands,and young men filled the mixing bowls to the brim with drink,and served to all, after first pouring a few drops in each cup.They threw the tongues into the fire and, rising, poured libations.But when they had poured libations and drunk as much as their hearts desired,then Athena and godlike Telemachusboth made to go back to their hollow ship.But Nestor held them back, chiding them with words:
"May Zeus and the other immortal gods forbidthat you should go from my house to your swift shipas if from the home of one utterly without clothing, or a pauper,who has not many cloaks and blankets in his house,for himself or his guests to sleep in softly.But I have fine cloaks and blankets.Never, indeed, shall the dear son of this man, Odysseus,lie down upon the deck of a ship, so long as Iam alive, and my sons are left behind in my hallsto entertain guests, whoever may come to my home."
Then the bright-eyed goddess Athena spoke to him again:"You have spoken well in this, dear old friend; and it is fittingfor Telemachus to obey you, since it is far better so.He will now follow with you, that he may sleepin your halls; but I will go to the black ship,to encourage my companions and tell them everything.For I declare that I am the only older man among them;the others who follow are younger men, out of friendship,all of the same age as great-souled Telemachus.There I shall lie down beside the hollow black shipfor now; but at dawn I shall go to the great-souled Cauconians,where a debt is owed to me, one that is not newnor small. But this man, since he has come to your house, send himon his way with your chariot and your son; and give him horses,those that are swiftest in running and best in strength."
So speaking, bright-eyed Athena departedin the form of a sea-osprey; and amazement seized all the Achaeans.And the old man marveled at what he had seen with his own eyes;he took Telemachus by the hand, and spoke and addressed him by name:
"My friend, I do not expect you to be a coward or a weakling,if, so young, the gods are your guides.For this was no other of those who have homes on Olympus,but the daughter of Zeus, the spoiler, Tritogeneia,she who also honored your noble father among the Argives.But, O queen, be gracious, and grant me a noble repute,myself and my sons and my revered wife;and to you I will sacrifice a yearling heifer with broad brow,unbroken, that no man has yet brought under the yoke.Her I will sacrifice to you, pouring gold around her horns."
So he spoke in prayer, and Pallas Athena heard him.Then the Gerenian horseman Nestor led them,his sons and his sons-in-law, to his own beautiful palace.And when they came to the glorious palace of the king,they sat in order on couches and on chairs.And for the newcomers, the old man mixed a bowlof sweet-drinking wine, which in its eleventh yearthe housekeeper opened, and untied its cover.From this the old man mixed a bowl and prayed fervently to Athena,
pouring a libation, to the daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus.
But when they had poured libations and drunk as much as their hearts desired,they went each to his own home to take their rest.But the Gerenian horseman Nestor had a bed made there forTelemachus, dear son of divine Odysseus,on a corded bedstead in the echoing portico,and beside him Peisistratus of the good ash spear, a leader of men,who was still unmarried among his sons in the great hall.But he himself slept in a recess of the high-roofed house,and the lady his wife prepared his bed and his couch.
And when rosy-fingered Dawn, the early-born, appeared,the Gerenian horseman Nestor arose from his bed.He went out and sat down upon the polished stoneswhich were for him before his high doors,white, and glistening with ointment, on which Neleus before himused to sit, a counselor equal to the gods.But he, already vanquished by fate, had gone to the house of Hades,so now the Gerenian Nestor sat there, warder of the Achaeans,holding a scepter. And his sons gathered around him,coming from their chambers: Echephron and Stratius,Perseus and Aretus and godlike Thrasymedes.And after them came the sixth, the hero Peisistratus.And they led godlike Telemachus and seated him beside them.And the Gerenian horseman Nestor began to speak among them:
"Quickly, my dear children, fulfill my desire,so that first of all the gods I may propitiate Athena,who came to me in visible form to the rich feast of the god.Come, let one go to the plain for a heifer, so that she may comequickly, driven by the cowherd.Let another go to the black ship of great-souled Telemachusand bring all his companions, leaving only two behind.And let another bid the goldsmith Laerces come here,so that he may pour gold around the horns of the heifer.The rest of you remain here together, but tell the handmaidswithin the glorious house to prepare a feast,and to fetch seats and wood for the altar, and bright water."
So he spoke, and they all bustled about. The heifer camefrom the plain, and from the swift, well-balanced ship camethe companions of great-hearted Telemachus; and the smith came,holding in his hands his bronze tools, the implements of his art,the anvil and hammer and the well-made tongs,with which he worked the gold; and Athena cameto receive her rites. And the old horseman Nestorgave the gold, and the smith then overlaid the horns of the heifer,working it skillfully, that the goddess might rejoice to see the offering.And Stratius and divine Echephron led the heifer by the horns.And Aretus came from the chamber carrying lustral waterfor them in a flowered basin, and in his other hand he held barleyin a basket; and Thrasymedes, steadfast in battle,stood by with a sharp axe in his hand, ready to strike the heifer.Perseus held the bowl for the blood. And the old horseman Nestorbegan the rite with the lustral water and the barley grains, praying fervently to Athenaas he began, casting hairs from the head into the fire.
Now when they had prayed and scattered the barley grains,at once the son of Nestor, valiant Thrasymedes,drew near and struck; the axe severed the tendonsof the neck, and the heifer's strength was undone. And a cry was raisedby the daughters and the daughters-in-law and the revered wifeof Nestor, Eurydice, the eldest of the daughters of Clymenus.Then they lifted the heifer from the wide-pathed earthand held her; and Peisistratus, leader of men, cut her throat.When the black blood had flowed from her, and life had left her bones,they quickly dismembered her, and straightway cut out the thigh-piecesall in due manner, and covered them in a layer of fat,making a double fold, and laid raw flesh upon them.And the old man burned them on split wood, and over them poured gleaming wine,and young men beside him held five-pronged forks in their hands.Then when the thighs were burned and they had tasted the entrails,they carved up the rest and pierced it with spits,and roasted it, holding the sharp-pointed spits in their hands.
Meanwhile, fair Polycaste, the youngest daughterof Nestor, son of Neleus, bathed Telemachus.And when she had bathed him and anointed him richly with oil,she cast about him a beautiful cloak and a tunic,and he came forth from the bath with a form like the immortals.And going to Nestor, shepherd of the people, he sat down beside him.
Then when they had roasted the outer meats and drawn them off,they sat down to feast; and noble men aroseto pour wine into the golden cups.But when they had put away their desire for food and drink,the Gerenian horseman Nestor began to speak among them:
"My sons, come, for Telemachus, bring the horses with beautiful manesand yoke them under the chariot, so that he may begin his journey."
So he spoke, and they listened to him readily and obeyed,and quickly yoked the swift horses under the chariot.And the housekeeper placed bread and wine in itand dainties, such as are eaten by kings, the cherished of Zeus.Then Telemachus mounted the beautiful chariot,and beside him Peisistratus, son of Nestor, leader of men,also mounted the chariot and took the reins in his hands.He cracked the whip to urge them on, and the two flew, not unwillingly,into the plain, and left behind the steep citadel of Pylos.And all day long they shook the yoke they bore on either side.The sun set and all the ways grew dark.And they came to Pherae, to the house of Diocles,son of Ortilochus, whom the Alpheus sired.There they rested for the night, and he gave them gifts of hospitality.And when rosy-fingered Dawn, the early-born, appeared,they yoked the horses and mounted the ornate chariot,[and drove out from the gateway and the echoing portico.]He cracked the whip to urge them on, and the two flew, not unwillingly.They came to the wheat-bearing plain, and there at lastthey finished their journey; so swift were the horses that carried them.The sun set and all the ways grew dark.