1 Then Minerva bethought her of another matter.
2 Minerva led the way and Telemachus followed her.
3 He led the way as he spoke, and Minerva followed him.
4 And Minerva answered, "I will tell you truly and particularly all about it."
5 Minerva answered, "Do not try to keep me, for I would be on my way at once."
6 As he thus prayed, Minerva came close up to him in the likeness and with the voice of Mentor.
7 Thus spoke Minerva daughter of Jove, and Telemachus lost no time in doing as the goddess told him.
8 Then Telemachus went all alone by the sea side, washed his hands in the grey waves, and prayed to Minerva.
9 And Minerva said, "There is no fear of your race dying out yet, while Penelope has such a fine son as you are."
10 Then, going upstairs with her handmaids into her room, she mourned her dear husband till Minerva shed sweet sleep over her eyes.
11 As soon as he touched his lyre and began to sing Telemachus spoke low to Minerva, with his head close to hers that no man might hear.
12 Phemius was still singing, and his hearers sat rapt in silence as he told the sad tale of the return from Troy, and the ills Minerva had laid upon the Achaeans.
13 Thus brooding as he sat among them, he caught sight of Minerva and went straight to the gate, for he was vexed that a stranger should be kept waiting for admittance.
14 When they had brought the things as he told them, Telemachus went on board, Minerva going before him and taking her seat in the stern of the vessel, while Telemachus sat beside her.
15 Minerva endowed him with a presence of such divine comeliness that all marvelled at him as he went by, and when he took his place in his father's seat even the oldest councillors made way for him.
16 And Minerva said, "Father, son of Saturn, King of kings, if, then, the gods now mean that Ulysses should get home, we should first send Mercury to the Ogygian island to tell Calypso that we have made up our minds and that he is to return."
17 Then Minerva said, "Father, son of Saturn, King of kings, it served Aegisthus right, and so it would any one else who does as he did; but Aegisthus is neither here nor there; it is for Ulysses that my heart bleeds, when I think of his sufferings in that lonely sea-girt island, far away, poor man, from all his friends."
Your search result possibly is over 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.