"And as for me," said Arafrantz, "since nothing is lacking me of the situation of Tueur, save the lamp of Ulmon, I see nothing for the moment to hinder your calling me Tueur."
"Then let us pass into the dining room," replied the strange aramphitryondo. "Forgive me if I go first in order to show the way."
The dining room was less splendid than the atrium they had just left, being only slightly more elaborate than the Hall of Jarjaromiros in Mina Tiretta. It was all of marble, with two magnificently sculpted trees, none other than Beautil the Golden and Glingaud the Silvern, at the extremities of the hall. There hung from these trees magnificent fruits: pineapples from Mirquewoude or Sombre-forêt, dates from Cande, passion fruits from the Calaquirie, and apples from Brie. Withal, birds from Arvernienne held aloft plates with every one of the 50, 000 cheeses of Eldamar. Supper itself consisted of a wild boar in mint sauce, a quarter of a moumaque or oliphant, an omelette of brontosaurus eggs, and of course an enormous mushroom seasoned with caterpillar and poppy seeds. Gali served each course with devotion, and his mute gaze seemed ever to say, with greater eloquence than any words: "good Gali, always helps!" Arafrantz remarked on this.
"Yes, he's a poor devil whose life I once saved, and who seems to feel some gratitude for that," said Éarendeau.
