sent these unspeaking, uncomprehending men to go with me on this
journey, and that it's been left up to me to say what's necessary."
Meanwhile, the young woman had turned off into a side street, but K.
could do without her now and let his companions lead him. All three of
them now, in complete agreement, went over a bridge in the light of the
moon, the two gentlemen were willing to yield to each little movement
made by K. as he moved slightly towards the edge and directed the group
in that direction as a single unit. The moonlight glittered and
quivered in the water, which divided itself around a small island
covered in a densely-piled mass of foliage and trees and bushes.
Beneath them, now invisible, there were gravel paths with comfortable
benches where K. had stretched himself out on many summer's days. "I
didn't actually want to stop here," he said to his companions, shamed by
their compliance with his wishes. Behind K.'s back one of them seemed
to quietly criticise the other for the misunderstanding about stopping,
and then they went on. They went on up through several streets where
policemen were walking or standing here and there; some in the distance
and then some very close. One of them with a bushy moustache, his hand
on the grip of his sword, seemed to have some purpose in approaching
the group, which was hardly unsuspicious. The two gentlemen stopped,
the policeman seemed about to open his mouth, and then K. drove his
group forcefully forward. Several times he looked back cautiously to see
if the policeman was following; but when they had a corner between
themselves and the policeman K. began to run, and the two gentlemen,
despite being seriously short of breath, had to run with him.
In this way they quickly left the built up area and found themselves in
the fields which, in this part of town, began almost without any
transition zone. There was a quarry, empty and abandoned, near a
building which was still like those in the city. Here the men stopped,
perhaps because this had always been their destination or perhaps
because they were too exhausted to run any further. Here they released
their hold on K., who just waited in silence, and took their top hats
off while they looked round the quarry and wiped the sweat off their
brows with their handkerchiefs. The moonlight lay everywhere with the
natural peace that is granted to no other light.
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