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I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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.

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

"Won't you sit down?"

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

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 think so, Chatelaine."

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

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

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

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

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

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.

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

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

"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?"

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

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.

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

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

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