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"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.

"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.

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

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

"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."

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

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

"I think so, Chatelaine."

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

I shook my head.

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 shook my head.

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

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

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.

"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?"

She smiled. "What won't?"

"Won't you sit down?"

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

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

"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."

"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."

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