Thus spoke the daughter of Jove, and they obeyed her saying.  Men servants poured water over the hands of the guests, while pages filled the mixing-bowls with wine and water, and handed it round after giving every man his drink offering; then they threw the tongues of the victims into the fire, and stood up to make their drink offerings.  When they had made their offerings and had drunk each as much as he was minded, Minerva and Telemachus were for going on board their ship, but Nestor caught them up at once and stayed them.

“Heaven and the immortal gods,” he exclaimed, “forbid that you should leave my house to go on board of a ship.  Do you think I am so poor and short of clothes, or that I have so few cloaks and as to be unable to find comfortable beds both for myself and for my guests?  Let me tell you I have store both of rugs and cloaks, and shall not permit the son of my old friend Ulysses to camp down on the deck of a ship—­not while I live—­nor yet will my sons after me, but they will keep open house as I have done.”

Then Minerva answered, “Sir, you have spoken well, and it will be much better that Telemachus should do as you have said; he, therefore, shall return with you and sleep at your house, but I must go back to give orders to my crew, and keep them in good heart.  I am the only older person among them; the rest are all young men of Telemachus’ own age, who have taken this voyage out of friendship; so I must return to the ship and sleep there.  Moreover to-morrow I must go to the Cauconians where I have a large sum of money long owing to me.  As for Telemachus, now that he is your guest, send him to Lacedaemon in a chariot, and let one of your sons go with him.  Be pleased to also provide him with your best and fleetest horses.”

When she had thus spoken, she flew away in the form of an eagle, and all marvelled as they beheld it.  Nestor was astonished, and took Telemachus by the hand.  “My friend,” said he, “I see that you are going to be a great hero some day, since the gods wait upon you thus while you are still so young.  This can have been none other of those who dwell in heaven than Jove’s redoubtable daughter, the Trito-born, who shewed such favour towards your brave father among the Argives.  Holy queen,” he continued, “vouchsafe to send down thy grace upon myself, my good wife, and my children.  In return, I will offer you in sacrifice a broad-browed heifer of a year old, unbroken, and never yet brought by man under the yoke.  I will gild her horns, and will offer her up to you in sacrifice.”

Thus did he pray, and Minerva heard his prayer.  He then led the way to his own house, followed by his sons and sons in law.  When they had got there and had taken their places on the benches and seats, he mixed them a bowl of sweet wine that was eleven years old when the housekeeper took the lid off the jar that held it.  As he mixed the wine, he prayed much and made drink offerings to Minerva, daughter of Aegis-bearing Jove.  Then, when they had made their drink offerings and had drunk each as much as he was minded, the others went home to bed each in his own abode; but Nestor put Telemachus to sleep in the room that was over the gateway along with Pisistratus, who was the only unmarried son now left him.  As for himself, he slept in an inner room of the house, with the queen his wife by his side.