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had
taken
it
as
a
matter
of
course
that
the
manufacturer
had
explained
to
the
painter
in
his
letter
that
K.
wanted
nothing
more
with
him
than
to
find
out
more
about
his
trial
.
He
had
been
far
too
rash
in
coming
here
!
But
now
he
had
to
give
the
painter
some
sort
of
answer
and
,
glancing
at
the
easel
,
said
,
"
Are
you
working
on
a
picture
currently
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
painter
,
and
he
took
the
shirt
hanging
over
the
easel
and
threw
it
onto
the
bed
after
the
letter
.
"
It
's
a
portrait
.
Quite
a
good
piece
of
work
,
although
it
's
not
quite
finished
yet
.
"
This
was
a
convenient
coincidence
for
K.
,
it
gave
him
a
good
opportunity
to
talk
about
the
court
as
the
picture
showed
,
very
clearly
,
a
judge
.
What
's
more
,
it
was
remarkably
similar
to
the
picture
in
the
lawyer
's
office
,
although
this
one
showed
a
quite
different
judge
,
a
heavy
man
with
a
full
beard
which
was
black
and
bushy
and
extended
to
the
sides
far
up
the
man
's
cheeks
.
The
lawyer
's
picture
was
also
an
oil
painting
,
whereas
this
one
had
been
made
with
pastel
colours
and
was
pale
and
unclear
.
But
everything
else
about
the
picture
was
similar
,
as
this
judge
,
too
,
was
holding
tightly
to
the
arm
of
his
throne
and
seemed
ominously
about
to
rise
from
it
.
At
first
K.
was
about
to
say
,
"
He
certainly
is
a
judge
,
"
but
he
held
himself
back
for
the
time
being
and
went
closer
to
the
picture
as
if
he
wanted
to
study
it
in
detail
.
There
was
a
large
figure
shown
in
middle
of
the
throne
's
back
rest
which
K.
could
not
understand
and
asked
the
painter
about
it
.
That
'll
need
some
more
work
done
on
it
,
the
painter
told
him
,
and
taking
a
pastel
crayon
from
a
small
table
he
added
a
few
strokes
to
the
edges
of
the
figure
but
without
making
it
any
clearer
as
far
as
K.
could
make
out
.
"
That
's
the
figure
of
justice
,
"
said
the
painter
,
finally
.
"
Now
I
see
,
"
said
K.
,
"
here
's
the
blindfold
and
here
are
the
scales
.
But
are
n't
those
wings
on
her
heels
,
and
is
n't
she
moving
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
painter
,
"
I
had
to
paint
it
like
that
according
to
the
contract
.
It
's
actually
the
figure
of
justice
and
the
goddess
of
victory
all
in
one
.
"
"
That
is
not
a
good
combination
,
"
said
K.
with
a
smile
.
"
Justice
needs
to
remain
still
,
otherwise
the
scales
will
move
about
and
it
wo
n't
be
possible
to
make
a
just
verdict
.
"
"
I
'm
just
doing
what
the
client
wanted
,
"
said
the
painter
.
"
Yes
,
certainly
,
"
said
K.
,
who
had
not
meant
to
criticise
anyone
by
that
comment
.
"
You
've
painted
the
figure
as
it
actually
appears
on
the
throne
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
the
painter
,
"
I
've
never
seen
that
figure
or
that
throne
,
it
's
all
just
invention
,
but
they
told
me
what
it
was
I
had
to
paint
.
"
"
How
's
that
?
"
asked
K.
pretending
not
fully
to
understand
what
the
painter
said
.
"
That
is
a
judge
sitting
on
the
judge
's
chair
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
painter
,
"
but
that
judge
is
n't
very
high
up
and
he
's
never
sat
on
any
throne
like
that
.
"
"
And
he
has
himself
painted
in
such
a
grand
pose
?
He
's
sitting
there
just
like
the
president
of
the
court
.
"
"
Yeah
,
gentlemen
like
this
are
very
vain
,
"
said
the
painter
.
"
But
they
have
permission
from
higher
up
to
get
themselves
painted
like
this
.
It
's
laid
down
quite
strictly
just
what
sort
of
portrait
each
of
them
can
get
for
himself
.
Only
it
's
a
pity
that
you
ca
n't
make
out
the
details
of
his
costume
and
pose
in
this
picture
,
pastel
colours
are
n't
really
suitable
for
showing
people
like
this
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
K.
,
"
it
does
seem
odd
that
it
's
in
pastel
colours
.
"
"
That
's
what
the
judge
wanted
,
"
said
the
painter
,
"
it
's
meant
to
be
for
a
woman
.
"
The
sight
of
the
picture
seemed
to
make
him
feel
like
working
,
he
rolled
up
his
shirtsleeves
,
picked
up
a
few
of
the
crayons
,
and
K.
watched
as
a
reddish
shadow
built
up
around
the
head
of
the
judge
under
their
quivering
tips
and
radiated
out
the
to
edges
of
the
picture
.
This
shadow
play
slowly
surrounded
the
head
like
a
decoration
or
lofty
distinction
.
But
around
the
figure
of
Justice
,
apart
from
some
coloration
that
was
barely
noticeable
,
it
remained
light
,
and
in
this
brightness
the
figure
seemed
to
shine
forward
so
that
it
now
looked
like
neither
the
God
of
Justice
nor
the
God
of
Victory
,
it
seemed
now
,
rather
,
to
be
a
perfect
depiction
of
the
God
of
the
Hunt
.
K.
found
the
painter
's
work
more
engrossing
than
he
had
wanted
;
but
finally
he
reproached
himself
for
staying
so
long
without
having
done
anything
relevant
to
his
own
affair
.
"
What
's
the
name
of
this
judge
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
"
I
'm
not
allowed
to
tell
you
that
,
"
the
painter
answered
.
He
was
bent
deeply
over
the
picture
and
clearly
neglecting
his
guest
who
,
at
first
,
he
had
received
with
such
care
.
K.
took
this
to
be
just
a
foible
of
the
painter
's
,
and
it
irritated
him
as
it
made
him
lose
time
.
"
I
take
it
you
must
be
a
trustee
of
the
court
,
"
he
said
.
The
painter
immediately
put
his
crayons
down
,
stood
upright
,
rubbed
his
hands
together
and
looked
at
K.
with
a
smile
.
"
Always
straight
out
with
the
truth
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
want
to
learn
something
about
the
court
,
like
it
says
in
your
letter
of
recommendation
,
but
then
you
start
talking
about
my
pictures
to
get
me
on
your
side
.
Still
,
I
wo
n't
hold
it
against
you
,
you
were
n't
to
know
that
that
was
entirely
the
wrong
thing
to
try
with
me
.
Oh
,
please
!
"
he
said
sharply
,
repelling
K.
's
attempt
to
make
some
objection
.
He
then
continued
,
"
And
besides
,
you
're
quite
right
in
your
comment
that
I
'm
a
trustee
of
the
court
.
"
He
made
a
pause
,
as
if
wanting
to
give
K.
the
time
to
come
to
terms
with
this
fact
.
The
girls
could
once
more
be
heard
from
behind
the
door
.
They
were
probably
pressed
around
the
keyhole
,
perhaps
they
could
even
see
into
the
room
through
the
gaps
in
the
planks
.
K.
forewent
the
opportunity
to
excuse
himself
in
some
way
as
he
did
not
wish
to
distract
the
painter
from
what
he
was
saying
,
or
else
perhaps
he
did
n't
want
him
to
get
too
far
above
himself
and
in
this
way
make
himself
to
some
extent
unattainable
,
so
he
asked
,
"
Is
that
a
publicly
acknowledged
position
?
"
"
No
,
"
was
the
painter
's
curt
reply
,
as
if
the
question
prevented
him
saying
any
more
.
But
K.
wanted
him
to
continue
speaking
and
said
,
"
Well
,
positions
like
that
,
that
are
n't
officially
acknowledged
,
can
often
have
more
influence
than
those
that
are
.
"
"
And
that
's
how
it
is
with
me
,
"
said
the
painter
,
and
nodded
with
a
frown
.
"
I
was
talking
about
your
case
with
the
manufacturer
yesterday
,
and
he
asked
me
if
I
would
n't
like
to
help
you
,
and
I
answered
:
"
He
can
come
and
see
me
if
he
likes
"
,
and
now
I
'm
pleased
to
see
you
here
so
soon
.
This
business
seems
to
be
quite
important
to
you
,
and
,
of
course
,
I
'm
not
surprised
at
that
.
Would
you
not
like
to
take
your
coat
off
now
?
"
K.
had
intended
to
stay
for
only
a
very
short
time
,
but
the
painter
's
invitation
was
nonetheless
very
welcome
.
The
air
in
the
room
had
slowly
become
quite
oppressive
for
him
,
he
had
several
times
looked
in
amazement
at
a
small
,
iron
stove
in
the
corner
that
certainly
could
not
have
been
lit
,
the
heat
of
the
room
was
inexplicable
.
As
he
took
off
his
winter
overcoat
and
also
unbuttoned
his
frock
coat
the
painter
said
to
him
in
apology
,
"
I
must
have
warmth
.
And
it
is
very
cosy
here
,
is
n't
it
.
This
room
's
very
good
in
that
respect
.
"
K.
made
no
reply
,
but
it
was
actually
not
the
heat
that
made
him
uncomfortable
but
,
much
more
,
the
stuffiness
,
the
air
that
almost
made
it
more
difficult
to
breathe
,
the
room
had
probably
not
been
ventilated
for
a
long
time
.
The
unpleasantness
of
this
was
made
all
the
stronger
for
K.
when
the
painter
invited
him
to
sit
on
the
bed
while
he
himself
sat
down
on
the
only
chair
in
the
room
in
front
of
the
easel
.
The
painter
even
seemed
to
misunderstand
why
K.
remained
at
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
urged
K.
to
make
himself
comfortable
,
and
as
he
hesitated
he
went
over
to
the
bed
himself
and
pressed
K.
deep
down
into
the
bedclothes
and
pillows
.
Then
he
went
back
to
his
seat
and
at
last
he
asked
his
first
objective
question
,
which
made
K.
forget
everything
else
.
"
You
're
innocent
,
are
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
K
.
He
felt
a
simple
joy
at
answering
this
question
,
especially
as
the
answer
was
given
to
a
private
individual
and
therefore
would
have
no
consequences
.
Up
till
then
no-one
had
asked
him
this
question
so
openly
.
To
make
the
most
of
his
pleasure
he
added
,
"
I
am
totally
innocent
.
"
"
So
,
"
said
the
painter
,
and
he
lowered
his
head
and
seemed
to
be
thinking
.
Suddenly
he
raised
his
head
again
and
said
,
"
Well
if
you
're
innocent
it
's
all
very
simple
.
"
K.
began
to
scowl
,
this
supposed
trustee
of
the
court
was
talking
like
an
ignorant
child
.
"
My
being
innocent
does
not
make
things
simple
,
"
said
K.
Despite
everything
,
he
could
n't
help
smiling
and
slowly
shook
his
head
.
"
There
are
many
fine
details
in
which
the
court
gets
lost
,
but
in
the
end
it
reaches
into
some
place
where
originally
there
was
nothing
and
pulls
enormous
guilt
out
of
it
.
"
"
Yeah
,
yeah
,
sure
,
"
said
the
painter
,
as
if
K.
had
been
disturbing
his
train
of
thought
for
no
reason
.
"
But
you
are
innocent
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Well
of
course
I
am
,
"
said
K.
"
That
's
the
main
thing
,
"
said
the
painter
.
There
was
no
counter-argument
that
could
influence
him
,
but
although
he
had
made
up
his
mind
it
was
not
clear
whether
he
was
talking
this
way
because
of
conviction
or
indifference
.
K.
,
then
,
wanted
to
find
out
and
said
therefore
,
"
I
'm
sure
you
're
more
familiar
with
the
court
than
I
am
,
I
know
hardly
more
about
it
than
what
I
've
heard
,
and
that
's
been
from
many
very
different
people
.
But
they
were
all
agreed
on
one
thing
,
and
that
was
that
when
ill
thought-out
accusations
are
made
they
are
not
ignored
,
and
that
once
the
court
has
made
an
accusation
it
is
convinced
of
the
guilt
of
the
defendant
and
it
's
very
hard
to
make
it
think
otherwise
.
"
"
Very
hard
?
"
the
painter
asked
,
throwing
one
hand
up
in
the
air
.
"
It
's
impossible
to
make
it
think
otherwise
.
If
I
painted
all
the
judges
next
to
each
other
here
on
canvas
,
and
you
were
trying
to
defend
yourself
in
front
of
it
,
you
'd
have
more
success
with
them
than
you
'd
ever
have
with
the
real
court
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
K.
to
himself
,
forgetting
that
he
had
only
gone
there
to
investigate
the
painter
.
One
of
the
girls
behind
the
door
started
up
again
,
and
asked
,
"
Titorelli
,
is
he
going
to
go
soon
?
"
"
Quiet
!
"
shouted
the
painter
at
the
door
,
"
Ca
n't
you
see
I
'm
talking
with
the
gentleman
?
"
But
this
was
not
enough
to
satisfy
the
girl
and
she
asked
,
"
You
going
to
paint
his
picture
?
"
And
when
the
painter
did
n't
answer
she
added
,
"
Please
do
n't
paint
him
,
he
's
an
"
orrible
bloke
.
"
There
followed
an
incomprehensible
,
interwoven
babble
of
shouts
and
replies
and
calls
of
agreement
.
The
painter
leapt
over
to
the
door
,
opened
it
very
slightly
-
the
girls
"
clasped
hands
could
be
seen
stretching
through
the
crack
as
if
they
wanted
something
-
and
said
,
"
If
you
're
not
quiet
I
'll
throw
you
all
down
the
stairs
.
Sit
down
here
on
the
steps
and
be
quiet
.
"
They
probably
did
not
obey
him
immediately
,
so
that
he
had
to
command
,
"
Down
on
the
steps
!
"
Only
then
it
became
quiet
.
"
I
'm
sorry
about
that
,
"
said
the
painter
as
he
returned
to
K.
K.
had
hardly
turned
towards
the
door
,
he
had
left
it
completely
up
to
the
painter
whether
and
how
he
would
place
him
under
his
protection
if
he
wanted
to
.
Even
now
,
he
made
hardly
any
movement
as
the
painter
bent
over
him
and
,
whispering
into
his
ear
in
order
not
to
be
heard
outside
,
said
,
"
These
girls
belong
to
the
court
as
well
.
"
"
How
's
that
?
"
asked
K.
,
as
he
leant
his
head
to
one
side
and
looked
at
the
painter
.
But
the
painter
sat
back
down
on
his
chair
and
,
half
in
jest
,
half
in
explanation
,
"
Well
,
everything
belongs
to
the
court
.
"
"
That
is
something
I
had
never
noticed
until
now
,
"
said
K.
curtly
,
this
general
comment
of
the
painter
's
made
his
comment
about
the
girls
far
less
disturbing
.
Nonetheless
,
K.
looked
for
a
while
at
the
door
,
behind
which
the
girls
were
now
sitting
quietly
on
the
steps
.
Except
,
that
one
of
them
had
pushed
a
drinking
straw
through
a
crack
between
the
planks
and
was
moving
it
slowly
up
and
down
.
