Of sandy Pylos. They beleaguered this, And sought to overthrow it. As they crossed The plain, Minerva came, a messenger, By night from Mount Olympus, bidding us Put on our armor. Not unwillingly The Pyleans mustered, but in eager haste For battle. Yet did Neleus not consent That I should arm myself⁠—he hid my steeds; For still he deemed me inexpert in war. Yet even then, although I fought on foot, I won great honor even among the knights; For so had Pallas favored me. A stream Named Minyeius pours into the sea Near to Arena, where the Pylean knights Waited the coming of the holy morn, While those who fought on foot came thronging Thence, with our host complete, and all in arms, We marched, and reached at noon the sacred stream at Alpheius, where to Jove Omnipotent We offered chosen victims, and a bull To the river-god, another to the god Of ocean, and a heifer yet unbroke To blue-eyed Pallas. Then we banqueted, In bands, throughout the army, and lay down