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.
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