A man lay asleep in the reeds. His body was crusted with salt and stripped of skin, and dry leaves covered him.
At that same hour a princess dreamed in the palace. “The washing is piling up, will you leave it?” It was Athena wearing the face of a friend.
In the morning Nausicaa asked her father for a cart. She was going to the river to wash clothes, she said, and Alcinous laughed and gave her the mules.