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datatime: 2022-12-03 20:04:56 Author:VbEBqggT

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

I shook my head.

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

"I won't eat that, Chatelaine. I'll have my own supper soon, and there's hardly enough for you."

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

She smiled. "What won't?"

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

"Won't you sit down?"

"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.

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

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

She smiled. "What won't?"

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

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

She smiled. "What won't?"

"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.

"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?"

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

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

"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."

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

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.

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