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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"Oh, wonderful Are there others?"

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

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

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

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

"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 didn't think you could, Severian."

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.

She smiled. "What won't?"

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

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

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

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

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?"

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

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

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

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