he’s been thrown out after working his way in there. And my wife is the best looking woman in the whole building, but it’s me who’s not even allowed to defend himself.» «If that’s how things are, then there’s nothing that can be done,» said K. «Well why not?» asked the usher. «He’s a coward that student, if he wants to lay a finger on my wife all you’d have to do is give him such a good hiding he’d never dare do it again. But I’m not allowed to do that, and nobody else is going to do me the favour as they’re all afraid of his power. The only one who could do it is a man like you.» «What, how could I do it?» asked K. in astonishment. «Well you’re facing a charge, aren’t you,» said the usher. «Yes, but that’s all the more reason for me to be afraid. Even if he has no influence on the outcome of the trial he probably has some on the initial examination.» «Yes, exactly,» said the usher, as if K.’s view had been just as correct as his own. «Only we don’t usually get any trials heard here with no hope at all.» «I am not of the same opinion,» said K., «although that ought not to prevent me from dealing with the student if the opportunity arises.» «I would be very grateful to you,» said the usher of the court, somewhat formally, not really seeming to believe that his highest wish could be fulfilled. «Perhaps,» continued K., «perhaps there are some other officials of yours here, perhaps all of them, who would deserve the same.» «Oh yes, yes,» said the usher, as if this was a matter of course. Then he looked at K. trustingly which, despite all his friendliness, he had not done until then, and added, «they’re always rebelling.» But the conversation seemed to have become a little uncomfortable for him, as he broke it off by saying, «now I have to report to the office. Would you like to come with me?» «There’s nothing for me to do there,» said K. «You’d be able to have a look at it. No-one will take any notice of you.» «Is it worth seeing then?» asked K. hesitatingly, although he felt very keen to go with him. «Well,» said the usher, «I thought you’d be interested in it.» «Alright then,» said K. finally, «I’ll come with you.» And, quicker than the usher himself, he ran up the steps.

At the entrance he nearly fell over, as behind the door there was another step. «They don’t show much concern for the public,» he said. «They don’t show any concern at all,» said the usher, «just look at the waiting room here.» It consisted of a long corridor from which roughly made doors led out to the separate departments of the attic. There was no direct source of light but it was not entirely dark as many of the departments, instead of solid walls, had just wooden bars reaching up to the ceiling to separate them from the corridor. The light made its way in through them, and it was also possible to see individual officials through them as they sat writing at their desks or stood up at the wooden frameworks and watched the people on the corridor through the gaps. There were only a few people in the corridor, probably because it was Sunday. They were not very impressive. They sat, equally spaced, on two rows of long wooden benches which had been placed along both sides of the corridor. All of them were carelessly dressed although the expressions on their faces, their bearing, the style of their beards and many details which were hard to identify showed that they belonged to the upper classes. There were no coat hooks for them to use, and so they had placed their hats under the bench, each probably having followed the example of the others. When those who were sitting nearest the door saw K. and the usher of the court they stood up to greet them, and when the others saw that, they also thought they had to greet them, so that as the two of them went by all the people there stood up. None of them stood properly upright, their backs were bowed, their knees bent, they stood like beggars on the street. K. waited for the usher, who was following just behind him. «They must all be very dispirited,» he said. «Yes,» said the usher, «they are the accused, everyone you see here has been accused.» «Really!» said K. «They’re colleagues of mine then.» And he turned to the nearest one, a tall, thin man with hair that was nearly grey. «What is it you are waiting for here?» asked K., politely, but the man was startled at being spoken to unexpectedly, which was all the more pitiful to see because the man clearly had some experience of the world and elsewhere would certainly have been able to show his superiority and would not have easily given up the advantage he had acquired. Here, though, he did not know what answer to give to such a simple question and looked round at the others as if they were under some obligation to help him, and as if no-one could expect any answer from him without this help. Then the usher of the court stepped forward to him and, in order to calm him down and raise his spirits, said, «The gentleman here’s only asking what it is you’re waiting for. You can give him an answer.» The voice of the usher was probably familiar to him, and had a better effect than K.’s. «I’m … I’m waiting….» he began, and then came to a halt. He had clearly chosen this beginning so that he could give a precise answer to the question, but now he didn’t know how to continue. Some of the others waiting had come closer and stood round the group, the usher of the court said to them, «Get out the way, keep the gangway free.» They moved back slightly, but not as far as where they had been sitting before. In the meantime, the man whom K. had first approached had pulled himself together and even answered him with a smile. «A month ago I made some applications for evidence to be heard in my case, and I’m waiting for it to be settled.» «You certainly seem to be going to a lot of effort,» said K. «Yes,» said the man, «it is my affair after all.» «Not everyone thinks the same way as you do,» said K. «I’ve been indicted as well but I swear on my soul that I’ve neither submitted evidence nor done anything else of the sort. Do you really think that’s necessary?» «I don’t really know, exactly,» said the man, once more totally unsure of himself; he clearly thought K. was joking with him and therefore probably thought it best to repeat his earlier answer in order to avoid making any new mistakes. With K. looking at him impatiently, he just said, «as far as I’m concerned, I’ve applied to have this evidence heard.» «Perhaps you don’t believe I’ve been indicted?» asked K. «Oh, please, I certainly do,» said the man, stepping slightly to one side, but there was more anxiety in his answer than belief. «You don’t believe me then?» asked K., and took hold of his arm, unconsciously prompted by the man’s humble demeanour, and as if he wanted to force him to believe him. But he did not want to hurt the man and had only taken hold of him very lightly. Nonetheless, the man cried out as if K. had grasped him not with two fingers but with red hot tongs. Shouting in this ridiculous way finally made K. tired of him, if he didn’t believe he was indicted then so much the better; maybe he even thought K. was a judge. And before leaving, he held him a lot harder, shoved him back onto the bench and walked on. «These defendants are so sensitive, most of them,» said the usher of the court. Almost all of those who had been waiting had now assembled around the man who, by now, had stopped shouting and they seemed to be asking him lots of precise questions about the incident. K. was approached by a security guard, identifiable mainly by his sword, of which the scabbard seemed to be made of aluminium. This greatly surprised K., and he reached out for it with his hand. The guard had come because of the shouting and asked what had been happening. The usher of the court said a few words to try and calm him down but the guard explained that he had to look into it himself, saluted, and hurried on, walking with very short steps, probably because of gout.

K. didn’t concern himself long with the guard or these people, especially as he saw a turning off the corridor, about half way along it on the right hand side, where there was no door to stop him going that way. He asked the usher whether that was the right way to go, the usher nodded, and that is the way that K. went. The usher remained always one or two steps behind K., which he found irritating as in a place like this it could give the impression that he was being driven along by someone who had arrested him, so he frequently waited for the usher