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She smiled. "What won't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Won't you sit down?"

"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?"

I shook my head.

"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."

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

"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 didn't think you could, Severian."

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

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

"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."

"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 shook my head.

"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."

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.

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

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