Soon as the daughter of the dawn appeared, The rosy-fingered Morning, Nestor left His bed and went abroad, and took his seat On smooth white stones before his lofty doors, That glistened as with oil, on which before Sat Neleus, wise in council as the gods. But he had yielded to the will of fate, And passed into the Underworld. Now sat Gerenian Nestor in his father’s place, The guardian of the Greeks. Around his seat, Just from the chambers of their rest, his sons Echephron, Stratius, and Aretus came, Perseus, and Thrasymedes; after these Came brave Peisistratus, the sixth and last. They led Telemachus, the godlike youth, And placed him near them. The Gerenian knight Nestor began, and thus bespake his sons:—
“Do quickly what I ask, dear sons, and aid To render Pallas, first of all the gods, Propitious—Pallas, who has deigned to come, And at a solemn feast to manifest Herself to me. Let one of you go forth Among the fields, and bring a heifer thence, Led by the herdsman. To the dark-hulled ship Of the large-souled Telemachus I bid Another son repair, and bring the crew Save only two; and let another call Laërceus hither, skilled to work