"Can't you? It's terrible to look through this and see them, and not be able to touch them." I'll have my own supper soon, and there's hardly enough for you." 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. "Drotte will open your door later and give them to you," I said. When it was done I stood waiting, knowing I should leave and yet unable to go. I put the books on her table beside the candlestand and her food pan and carafe of water there was hardly room for them. Standing before her, with her own cell door closed and locked behind me, I found myself unable to speak. Weren't you supposed to give them to me?" "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. "Ah, the torturers get mutton - that's the difference. "Right here." I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot. 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.
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 could argue only weakly, knowing she was right in principle.
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