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

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 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?"

She smiled. "What won't?"

"Thecla. I asked for books - two days ago when I came. But I haven't got them."

"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.

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

"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.

"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."

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

"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.

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

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

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

"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 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.

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

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

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