Arafrantz was determined to show Réginard the Teleporneum, where the ancient kings of Lottaloria had gazed upon the sublime strip-tease of Galadriella in the Elder Days. For when one guides a friend through a city one has seen, one displays the same coquetterie as in introducing a woman of whom one has been the lover. He and Réginard promptly boarded the wheelbarrow, and joined the cicerone in a ride that afforded far less comfort to the passengers than it did amusement to the onlookers.
Arriving at the glorious monument to elvish mores that is the Teleporneum, the visitors found themselves yet another cicerone. For, in addition to the general cicerone that commandeers you on entering Galadrona, each monument has its own special ciceroni (or gorgoûn, as they are called in Sindarien) – and so much the more at the Teleporneum, the monument par excellence, whereof the poet Martiandil wrote: "Let Valinor cease to boast of the gardens of Lorient; let us cease to sing the margaritas of Rivendeau; all must yield before the amphitheatre of the Inglorions, and all voices must unite to boast the glories of Galadriella's twin monuments."
To Réginard's credit, he was highly impressed by this marvel of elvoiserie, despite the ignorant chatter of the guide, who babbled on and on about how Sauron could never penetrate Galadriella's secret; and the Viscount examined her birdbath with great interest. Arafrantz, meanwhile, rested in the shade of a column, where he overheard a secret conversation whose interlocutors doubtless believed that a popular tourist site was the ideal locale for such a tête-à-tête. The interlocutors' silhouettes indicated clearly that one belonged to high society, while the other was a native of the lower-class Trasnimrodello district.
