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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 have them," I told her. "Right here." I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot.

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

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

"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."

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

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

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.

"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."

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

"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 have them," I told her. "Right here." I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot.

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

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.

"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."

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

She smiled. "What won't?"

"I think so, Chatelaine."

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

"Won't you sit down?"

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

"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?"

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