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"Can't you? It's terrible to look through this and see them, and not be able to touch them."

"I didn't think you could, Severian."

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

"I have them," I told her. "Right here." I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot.

"True." She picked up a leek, and then as if she did not know what else to do with it dropped it down her throat like a mountebank swallowing a viper. "What will you have?"

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

"Then why do you bother to talk to me?"

"Thecla. I asked for books - two days ago when I came. But I haven't got them."

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

"Severian. It won't help, Chatelaine. It won't make any difference."

"True." She picked up a leek, and then as if she did not know what else to do with it dropped it down her throat like a mountebank swallowing a viper. "What will you have?"

"Thecla. I asked for books - two days ago when I came. But I haven't got them."

"Severian. It won't help, Chatelaine. It won't make any difference."

I shook my head.

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

I shook my head.

"Won't you sit down?"

"I'm not even supposed to feed you. Drotte should do it."

"But you did. Besides, you brought them. Weren't you supposed to give them to me?"

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

I could argue only weakly, knowing she was right in principle. The rule against apprentices working in the oubliette was intended to prevent escapes; and I knew that tall though she was, this slender woman could never overpower me, and that should she do so she would have no chance of making her way out without being challenged. I went to the door of the cell where Drotte still labored over the client who had tried to take her own life, and retumed with his keys.

"True." She picked up a leek, and then as if she did not know what else to do with it dropped it down her throat like a mountebank swallowing a viper. "What will you have?"

"Won't you sit down?"

Standing before her, with her own cell door closed and locked behind me, I found myself unable to speak. I put the books on her table beside the candlestand and her food pan and carafe of water; there was hardly room for them. When it was done I stood waiting, knowing I should leave and yet unable to go.

"I have them," I told her. "Right here." I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot.

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