So spake he, and, dismissing with that charge His brother, hastened to where Nestor lay, The shepherd of his people. Him he found On his soft couch within his tent beside His dark-brown ship. Around him scattered shone His arms⁠—a shield, two spears, a gleaming helm, And pliant belt, with which the ancient man Girded himself when arming to lead on His men to murderous fight;⁠—for not to age The warrior yielded yet. He raised his head, And, leaning on his elbow, questioned thus Atrides: “Who art thou that traversest The camp beside the fleet at dead of night, Alone, while others sleep? Com’st thou to find One of the guardsmen, or a comrade? Speak; Come not in silence thus: what wouldst thou have?”