As he said these words, while all eyes were fixed upon him, the speaker vanished from sight, and in his stead a great sea-eagle rose into the air, and sped westwards towards the setting sun.  Long they sat speechless and amazed, and Nestor was the first to break the silence.  “Great things are in store for thee, my son,” said he to Telemachus, “since thou keepest such company thus early in life.  This was none other than Jove’s mighty daughter, Athene, who honoured thy father so highly among the Greeks.  Be gracious to us, our queen, and let thy blessing rest on me and on my house! and I will offer to thee a yearling heifer, that hath never felt the yoke.  To thee will I sacrifice her, when I have made gilt her horns with gold.”

Then Nestor led the way to his house, and Telemachus sat down with him and his sons in the hall.  And they filled a bowl with wine eleven years old, exceeding choice, which was reserved for honoured guests.  And after they had finished the bowl, and offered prayer to Athene, they parted for the night.  For Telemachus a bed was prepared in the portico, and close by him slept Pisistratus, the youngest of Nestor’s sons.

When Telemachus rose next morning he found his host already afoot, giving orders to his sons to prepare the sacrifice to Athene.  One was sent to fetch the heifer, another to summon the goldsmith, and a third to bring up the crew of Telemachus’ ship, while the rest busied themselves in raising the altar and making all ready for the sacrifice.

Presently the heifer was driven lowing into the courtyard, and the goldsmith followed with the instruments of his art.  Nestor gave him gold, and the smith beat it into thin leaf with his hammer, and laid it skilfully over the horns of the heifer.  A handmaid brought pure water, and barley-meal in a basket, while one of Nestor’s sons stood ready with an axe, and another held a bowl to catch the blood.  Then Nestor dipped his hands in the water, took barley-meal from the basket and sprinkled it on the head of the beast, and cutting a tuft of hair from the forehead cast it into the fire.  The prayer was spoken, and all due rites being ended he who held the axe smote the heifer on the head, just behind the horns.  The women raised the sacrificial cry as the heifer dropped to the ground; and next they whose office it was lifted up the victim’s head, and Pisistratus cut the throat.  When the last quiver of life was over they flayed the carcass, cut strips of flesh from the thighs, and enveloping them in fat, burnt them on the altar.  The gods had now their share of the feast; the rest was cut into slices, and broiled over the live embers.

While the meal was preparing, Telemachus enjoyed the refreshment of a bath; and Polycaste, the youngest of Nestor’s daughters, waited on him; for such was the patriarchal simplicity of those days.  When he had bathed, and finished his morning meal, the chariot was brought out, and a strong pair of horses led under the yoke.  And the house-dame came with a basket, loaded with wine and delicate viands, and placed it behind the seat.  Telemachus took his place by the side of Pisistratus, who was to drive the horses; the last farewells were spoken, Pisistratus cracked his whip, and away they went under the echoing gateway, and on through the streets of Pylos.