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

"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 didn't think you could, Severian."

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

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.

"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.

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

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

"Won't you sit down?"

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 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.

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

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

"Won't you sit down?"

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

"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."

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

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

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

"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.

"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.

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

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