Now when they reached the tent of Neleus’ son, The warriors in the chariot set their feet Upon the nourishing earth. Eurymedon, The old man’s charioteer, took from the mares Their harness; while the chieftains cooled themselves, And dried their sweaty garments in the breeze, Facing the border of the sea, and then, Entering the tent of Nestor, sat them down On couches. Hecamede, bright of hair, Prepared for them a mingled draught; the maid, A daughter of the great Arsinoüs, came From Tenedos with Nestor, when the town Was ravaged by Achilles, and the Greeks Gave her to Nestor, chosen from the rest For him, as wisest of their counsellors. First she drew forth a table fairly wrought, Of polished surface, and with steel-blue feet, And on it placed a brazen tray which bore A thirst-provoking onion, honeycomb, And sacred meal of wheat. Near these she set A noble beaker which the ancient chief Had brought from home, embossed with studs of gold. Four were its handles, and each handle showed Two golden turtles feeding, while below