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

"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."

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

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

She smiled. "What won't?"

"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."

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.

"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?"

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

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

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.

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

"Then why do you bother to talk 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."

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

"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 shook my head.

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