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When
he
entered
the
central
nave
to
go
back
to
where
he
had
left
the
album
,
he
noticed
a
small
secondary
pulpit
on
a
column
almost
next
to
the
stalls
by
the
altar
where
the
choir
sat
.
It
was
very
simple
,
made
of
plain
white
stone
,
and
so
small
that
from
a
distance
it
looked
like
an
empty
niche
where
the
statue
of
a
saint
ought
to
have
been
.
It
certainly
would
have
been
impossible
for
the
priest
to
take
a
full
step
back
from
the
balustrade
,
and
,
although
there
was
no
decoration
on
it
,
the
top
of
the
pulpit
curved
in
exceptionally
low
so
that
a
man
of
average
height
would
not
be
able
stand
upright
and
would
have
to
remain
bent
forward
over
the
balustrade
.
In
all
,
it
looked
as
if
it
had
been
intended
to
make
the
priest
suffer
,
it
was
impossible
to
understand
why
this
pulpit
would
be
needed
as
there
were
also
the
other
ones
available
which
were
large
and
so
artistically
decorated
.
And
K.
would
certainly
not
have
noticed
this
little
pulpit
if
there
had
not
been
a
lamp
fastened
above
it
,
which
usually
meant
there
was
a
sermon
about
to
be
given
.
So
was
a
sermon
to
be
given
now
?
In
this
empty
church
?
K.
looked
down
at
the
steps
which
,
pressed
close
against
the
column
,
led
up
to
the
pulpit
.
They
were
so
narrow
they
seemed
to
be
there
as
decoration
on
the
column
rather
than
for
anyone
to
use
.
But
under
the
pulpit
-
K.
grinned
in
astonishment
-
there
really
was
a
priest
standing
with
his
hand
on
the
handrail
ready
to
climb
the
steps
and
looking
at
K
.
Then
he
nodded
very
slightly
,
so
that
K.
crossed
himself
and
genuflected
as
he
should
have
done
earlier
.
With
a
little
swing
,
the
priest
went
up
into
the
pulpit
with
short
fast
steps
.
Was
there
really
a
sermon
about
to
begin
?
Maybe
the
man
in
the
cassock
had
not
been
really
so
demented
,
and
had
meant
to
lead
K.
's
way
to
the
preacher
,
which
in
this
empty
church
would
have
been
very
necessary
.
And
there
was
also
,
somewhere
in
front
of
a
picture
of
the
Virgin
Mary
,
an
old
woman
who
should
have
come
to
hear
the
sermon
.
And
if
there
was
to
be
a
sermon
why
had
it
not
been
introduced
on
the
organ
?
But
the
organ
remained
quiet
and
merely
looked
out
weakly
from
the
darkness
of
its
great
height
.
K.
now
considered
whether
he
should
leave
as
quickly
as
possible
,
if
he
did
not
do
it
now
there
would
be
no
chance
of
doing
so
during
the
sermon
and
he
would
have
to
stay
there
for
as
long
as
it
lasted
,
he
had
lost
so
much
time
when
he
should
have
been
in
his
office
,
there
had
long
been
no
need
for
him
to
wait
for
the
Italian
any
longer
,
he
looked
at
his
watch
,
it
was
eleven
.
But
could
there
really
be
a
sermon
given
?
Could
K.
constitute
the
entire
congregation
?
How
could
he
when
he
was
just
a
stranger
who
wanted
to
look
at
the
church
?
That
,
basically
,
was
all
he
was
.
The
idea
of
a
sermon
,
now
,
at
eleven
o'clock
,
on
a
workday
,
in
hideous
weather
,
was
nonsense
.
The
priest
-
there
was
no
doubt
that
he
was
a
priest
,
a
young
man
with
a
smooth
,
dark
face
-
was
clearly
going
up
there
just
to
put
the
lamp
out
after
somebody
had
lit
it
by
mistake
.
But
there
had
been
no
mistake
,
the
priest
seemed
rather
to
check
that
the
lamp
was
lit
and
turned
it
a
little
higher
,
then
he
slowly
turned
to
face
the
front
and
leant
down
on
the
balustrade
gripping
its
angular
rail
with
both
hands
.
He
stood
there
like
that
for
a
while
and
,
without
turning
his
head
,
looked
around
.
K.
had
moved
back
a
long
way
and
leant
his
elbows
on
the
front
pew
.
Somewhere
in
the
church
-
he
could
not
have
said
exactly
where
-
he
could
make
out
the
man
in
the
cassock
hunched
under
his
bent
back
and
at
peace
,
as
if
his
work
were
completed
.
In
the
cathedral
it
was
now
very
quiet
!
But
K.
would
have
to
disturb
that
silence
,
he
had
no
intention
of
staying
there
;
if
it
was
the
priest
's
duty
to
preach
at
a
certain
time
regardless
of
the
circumstances
then
he
could
,
and
he
could
do
it
without
K.
's
taking
part
,
and
K.
's
presence
would
do
nothing
to
augment
the
effect
of
it
.
So
K.
began
slowly
to
move
,
felt
his
way
on
tiptoe
along
the
pew
,
arrived
at
the
broad
aisle
and
went
along
it
without
being
disturbed
,
except
for
the
sound
of
his
steps
,
however
light
,
which
rang
out
on
the
stone
floor
and
resounded
from
the
vaulting
,
quiet
but
continuous
at
a
repeating
,
regular
pace
.
K.
felt
slightly
abandoned
as
,
probably
observed
by
the
priest
,
he
walked
by
himself
between
the
empty
pews
,
and
the
size
of
the
cathedral
seemed
to
be
just
at
the
limit
of
what
a
man
could
bear
.
When
he
arrived
back
at
where
he
had
been
sitting
he
did
not
hesitate
but
simply
reached
out
for
the
album
he
had
left
there
and
took
it
with
him
.
He
had
nearly
left
the
area
covered
by
pews
and
was
close
to
the
empty
space
between
himself
and
the
exit
when
,
for
the
first
time
,
he
heard
the
voice
of
the
priest
.
A
powerful
and
experienced
voice
.
It
pierced
through
the
reaches
of
the
cathedral
ready
waiting
for
it
!
But
the
priest
was
not
calling
out
to
the
congregation
,
his
cry
was
quite
unambiguous
and
there
was
no
escape
from
it
,
he
called
"
Josef
K.
!
"
K.
stood
still
and
looked
down
at
the
floor
.
In
theory
he
was
still
free
,
he
could
have
carried
on
walking
,
through
one
of
three
dark
little
wooden
doors
not
far
in
front
of
him
and
away
from
there
.
It
would
simply
mean
he
had
not
understood
,
or
that
he
had
understood
but
chose
not
to
pay
attention
to
it
.
But
if
he
once
turned
round
he
would
be
trapped
,
then
he
would
have
acknowledged
that
he
had
understood
perfectly
well
,
that
he
really
was
the
Josef
K.
the
priest
had
called
to
and
that
he
was
willing
to
follow
.
If
the
priest
had
called
out
again
K.
would
certainly
have
carried
on
out
the
door
,
but
everything
was
silent
as
K.
also
waited
,
he
turned
his
head
slightly
as
he
wanted
to
see
what
the
priest
was
doing
now
.
He
was
merely
standing
in
the
pulpit
as
before
,
but
it
was
obvious
that
he
had
seen
K.
turn
his
head
.
If
K.
did
not
now
turn
round
completely
it
would
have
been
like
a
child
playing
hide
and
seek
.
He
did
so
,
and
the
priest
beckoned
him
with
his
finger
.
As
everything
could
now
be
done
openly
he
ran
-
because
of
curiosity
and
the
wish
to
get
it
over
with
-
with
long
flying
leaps
towards
the
pulpit
.
At
the
front
pews
he
stopped
,
but
to
the
priest
he
still
seemed
too
far
away
,
he
reached
out
his
hand
and
pointed
sharply
down
with
his
finger
to
a
place
immediately
in
front
of
the
pulpit
.
And
K.
did
as
he
was
told
,
standing
in
that
place
he
had
to
bend
his
head
a
long
way
back
just
to
see
the
priest
.
"
You
are
Josef
K.
,
"
said
the
priest
,
and
raised
his
hand
from
the
balustrade
to
make
a
gesture
whose
meaning
was
unclear
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
K.
,
he
considered
how
freely
he
had
always
given
his
name
in
the
past
,
for
some
time
now
it
had
been
a
burden
to
him
,
now
there
were
people
who
knew
his
name
whom
he
had
never
seen
before
,
it
had
been
so
nice
first
to
introduce
yourself
and
only
then
for
people
to
know
who
you
were
.
"
You
have
been
accused
,
"
said
the
priest
,
especially
gently
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
K.
,
"
so
I
have
been
informed
.
"
"
Then
you
are
the
one
I
am
looking
for
,
"
said
the
priest
.
"
I
am
the
prison
chaplain
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
said
K.
"
I
had
you
summoned
here
,
"
said
the
priest
,
"
because
I
wanted
to
speak
to
you
.
"
"
I
knew
nothing
of
that
,
"
said
K.
"
I
came
here
to
show
the
cathedral
to
a
gentleman
from
Italy
.
"
"
That
is
beside
the
point
,
"
said
the
priest
.
"
What
are
you
holding
in
your
hand
?
Is
it
a
prayer
book
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
K.
,
"
it
's
an
album
of
the
city
's
tourist
sights
.
"
"
Put
it
down
,
"
said
the
priest
.
K.
threw
it
away
with
such
force
that
it
flapped
open
and
rolled
across
the
floor
,
tearing
its
pages
.
"
Do
you
know
your
case
is
going
badly
?
"
asked
the
priest
.
"
That
's
how
it
seems
to
me
too
,
"
said
K.
"
I
've
expended
a
lot
of
effort
on
it
,
but
so
far
with
no
result
.
Although
I
do
still
have
some
documents
to
submit
.
"
"
How
do
you
imagine
it
will
end
?
"
asked
the
priest
.
"
At
first
I
thought
it
was
bound
to
end
well
,
"
said
K.
,
"
but
now
I
have
my
doubts
about
it
.
I
do
n't
know
how
it
will
end
.
Do
you
know
?
"
"
I
do
n't
,
"
said
the
priest
,
"
but
I
fear
it
will
end
badly
.
You
are
considered
guilty
.
Your
case
will
probably
not
even
go
beyond
a
minor
court
.
Provisionally
at
least
,
your
guilt
is
seen
as
proven
.
"
"
But
I
'm
not
guilty
,
"
said
K.
,
"
there
's
been
a
mistake
.
How
is
it
even
possible
for
someone
to
be
guilty
.
We
're
all
human
beings
here
,
one
like
the
other
.
"
"
That
is
true
,
"
said
the
priest
,
"
but
that
is
how
the
guilty
speak
.
"
"
Do
you
presume
I
'm
guilty
too
?
"
asked
K.
"
I
make
no
presumptions
about
you
,
"
said
the
priest
.
"
I
thank
you
for
that
,
"
said
K.
"
but
everyone
else
involved
in
these
proceedings
has
something
against
me
and
presumes
I
'm
guilty
.
