![]() ![]() In the recesses of my mind we stand shivering there even now. I would have hidden, but Roche held me, saying, "Wait, I see pikes." Lanterns swung there among the fog-muffled sounds of feet and voices. ![]() "Eata, see if you can slip between the bars."ĭrotte was our captain, and Eata put an arm and a leg through the iron palings, but it was immediately clear that there was no hope of his getting his body to follow. "It doesn't matter." Drotte rattled the gate. "And try to get through the barbican without a safe-conduct? They'd send to Master Gurloes." A lift of his thin, freckled arm indicated the thousands of paces of wall stretching across the slum and sweeping up the hill until at last they met the high curtain wall of the Citadel. "The guard has gone." Thus my friend Roche spoke to Drotte, who had already seen it for himself.ĭoubtfully, the boy Eata suggested that we go around. That is why I have begun this account of it with the aftermath of our swim, in which I, the torturer's apprentice Severian, had so nearly drowned. The locked and rusted gate that stood before us, with wisps of river fog threading its spikes like the mountain paths, remains in my mind now as the symbol of my exile. ![]() It is possible I already had some presentiment of my future. ![]()
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