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"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"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.

"I think so, Chatelaine."

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

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

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.

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

"Won't you sit down?"

"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."

"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?"

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

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

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

"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?"

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.

"If this were my suite in the House Absolute, I could offer you better comfort. Unfortunately, you never called while I was there."

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

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

"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."

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