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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?"

"Won't you sit down?"

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.

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

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

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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

"Won't you sit down?"

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

"I think so, Chatelaine."

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

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

I shook my head.

"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?"

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

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.

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

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

"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."

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