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

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

She smiled. "What won't?"

"Three more." The brown book went through the slot as well, but the other two, the green book and the folio volume with arms on its cover, were too wide.

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

She smiled. "What won't?"

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

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

"Ah, the torturers get mutton - that's the difference. What's your name, Master Torturer?"

"Making friends with me. I couldn't give you your freedom. And I wouldn't - not if I had no friend but you in all the world."

"Here I have no refreshment to offer you but this. Do you like lentils?"

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"Won't you sit down?"

"Three more." The brown book went through the slot as well, but the other two, the green book and the folio volume with arms on its cover, were too wide.

She smiled. "What won't?"

"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."

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.

I shook my head.

"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?"

"Drotte will open your door later and give them to you," I said.

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.

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

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

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