Neleus

“Knowest thou not that the Trojans on the rising ground of the plain are camped hard by the ships, and but scant space still holdeth them off? So said he, but the other right swiftly sprang up out of sleep, and he spake and addressed him with winged words: Hardy art thou, old sir, and from toil thou never ceasest.”

“Nestor, son of NeleusNeNe, great glory of the Achaeans, easily might a god that willed it bestow even better horses than these, for the gods are mightier far. But these horses, old sir, whereof thou askest, are newly come from Thrace, and their lord did brave Diomedes”

“And forthwith IdomeneusIdId spake to goodly Nestor: Nestor, son of NeleusNeNe, great glory of the Achaeans, come, get thee upon thy chariot, and let Machaon mount beside thee, and swiftly do thou drive to the ships thy single-hooved horses. For a leech is of the worth of many other men”

“for the horses darted by me, speeding eagerly onward. So spake he, and Patroclus gave ear to his dear comrade, and went running along the huts and the ships of the Achaeans. But when those others were come to the hut of the son of NeleusNeNe, they stepped forth upon the bounteous earth,”

“and chestnut horses an hundred and fifty, all mares, and many of them had foals at the teat. These then we drave into Neleian Pylos by night into the citadel, and NeleusNeNe was glad at heart for that much spoil had fallen to me when going as a stripling into war.”

“For mighty Heracles had come and oppressed us in the years that were before, and all that were our bravest had been slain. Twelve were we that were sons of peerless NeleusNeNe, and of these I alone was left, and all the rest had perished; wherefore the brazen-coated Epeans, proud of heart thereat,”

“speeding down from Olympus by night with the message that we should array us for battle, and nowise loath were the folk she gathered in Pylos, but right eager for war. Now NeleusNeNe would not suffer me to arm myself, but hid away my horses, for he deemed that as yet I knew naught of deeds of war.”

“And old Nestor met them, and made the spirit to quail in the breasts of the Achaeans. Then lord Agamemnon lifted up his voice and spake to him: O Nestor, son of NeleusNeNe, great glory of the Achaeans, wherefore hast thou left the war, the bane of men, and come hither? I fear me lest in sooth mighty Hector make good his word and the threats wherewith on a time he threatened us,”

“her MenelausMeMe led beneath the yoke, and exceeding fain was she of the race. And fourth AntilochusAnAn made ready his fair-maned horses, he the peerless son of Nestor, the king high of heart, the son of NeleusNeNe; and bred at Pylos were the swift-footed horses that drew his car. And his father drew nigh and gave counsel”

“there is no man that shall catch thee by a burst of speed, neither pass thee by, nay, not though in pursuit he were driving goodly Arion, the swift horse of AdrastusAdAd, that was of heavenly stock, or those of Laomedon, the goodly breed of this land. So saying Nestor, son of NeleusNeNe, sate him down again in his place,”

“even as he drave; but the fifth prize was left unclaimed, even the two-handled urn. Unto Nestor Achilles gave this, bearing it through the gathering of the Argives; and he came to his side, and said Take this now, old sire, and let it be treasure for thee, a memorial of Patroclus' burying; for nevermore shalt thou behold him”