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\u201cIt\u2019s a remarkable apparatus,\u201d said the Officer to the Explorer and gazed with a certain look of admiration at the device, with which he was, of course, thoroughly familiar. It appeared that the Traveller had responded to the invitation of the Commandant only out of politeness, when he had been asked to attend the execution of a soldier condemned for disobeying and insulting his superior. Interest in this execution was not really very high even in the penal colony itself. At least, here in the small, deep, sandy valley, closed in on all sides by barren slopes, apart from the Officer and the Traveller there were present only the Condemned, a vacant-looking man with a broad mouth and dilapidated hair and face, and the Soldier, who held the heavy chain to which were connected the small chains which bound the Condemned Man by his feet and wrist bones, as well as by his neck, and which were also linked to each other by connecting chains. The Condemned Man, incidentally, had an expression of such dog-like resignation that it looked as if one could set him free to roam around the slopes and would only have to whistle at the start of the execution for him to return.<\/p>\n
The Traveller had little interest in the apparatus and walked back and forth behind the Condemned Man, almost visibly indifferent, while the Officer took care of the final preparations. Sometimes he crawled under the apparatus, which was built deep into the earth, and sometimes he climbed up a ladder to inspect the upper parts. These were jobs which really could have been left to a mechanic, but the Officer carried them out with great enthusiasm, maybe because he was particularly fond of this apparatus or maybe because there was some other reason why the work could not be entrusted to anyone else. \u201cIt\u2019s all ready now!\u201d he finally cried and climbed back down the ladder. He was unusually tired, breathing with his mouth wide open, and he had pushed two fine lady\u2019s handkerchiefs under the collar of his uniform at the back. \u201cThese uniforms are really too heavy for the tropics,\u201d the Traveller said, instead of asking some questions about the apparatus, as the Officer had expected. \u201cThat\u2019s true,\u201d said the Officer. He washed the oil and grease from his dirty hands in a bucket of water standing ready, \u201cBut they mean home, and we don\u2019t want to lose our homeland.\u201d \u201cNow, have a look at this apparatus,\u201d he added immediately, drying his hands with a towel and at the same time pointing to the apparatus. \u201cUp to this point I still had to do some work by hand, but from now on the apparatus works entirely on its own.\u201d The Traveller nodded and followed the Officer. The latter tried to protect himself against all eventualities by saying, \u201cOf course, breakdowns do happen. I really hope none will occur today, but we must be prepared for them. The apparatus is supposed to keep going for twelve hours without interruption. But if any breakdowns occur, they are only very minor, and will be dealt with right away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you want to sit down?\u201d he asked finally. He pulled out a chair from a pile of cane chairs and offered it to the Traveller. The latter could not refuse. He was now sitting on the edge of a pit, into which he cast a fleeting glance. It was not very deep. On one side of the hole the piled earth was heaped up into a wall; on the other side stood the apparatus. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d the Officer said, \u201cwhether the Commandant has already explained the apparatus to you.\u201d The Traveller made a vague gesture with his hand. That was good enough for the Officer, for now he could explain the apparatus himself. \u201cThis apparatus,\u201d he said, grasping a connecting rod and leaning against it, \u201cis our previous Commandant\u2019s invention. I also worked with him on the very first tests and took part in all the work right up to its completion. However, the credit for the invention belongs entirely to him alone. Have you heard of our previous Commandant? No? Well, I\u2019m not claiming too much when I say that the organization of the entire penal colony is his work. We, his friends, already knew at the time of his death that the administration of the colony was so self-contained that even if his successor had a thousand new plans in mind, he would not be able to alter anything of the old plan, at least not for several years. And our prediction has held. The New Commandant has had to recognize that. It\u2019s a shame that you didn\u2019t know the previous Commandant!\u201d \u201cHowever,\u201d the Officer said, interrupting himself, \u201cI\u2019m chattering, and his apparatus stands here in front of us. As you see, it consists of three parts. With the passage of time certain popular names have been developed for each of these parts. The one underneath is called the Bed, the upper one is called the Inscriber, and here in the middle, this moving part is called the Harrow.\u201d \u201cThe Harrow?\u201d the Traveller asked. He had not been listening with full attention. The sun was excessively strong, trapped in the shadowless valley, and one could hardly collect one\u2019s thoughts. So the Officer appeared to him all the more admirable in his tight tunic weighed down with epaulettes and festooned with braid, ready to go on parade, as he explained the matter so eagerly and, in addition, while he was talking, still kept adjusting screws here and there with a screwdriver. The Soldier appeared to be in a state similar to the Traveller. He had wound the Condemned Man\u2019s chain around both his wrists and was supporting himself with his hand on his weapon, letting his head hang backward, not bothering about anything. The Traveller was not surprised at that, for the Officer spoke French, and clearly neither the Soldier nor the Condemned Man understood the language. So it was certainly all the more striking that the Condemned Man, in spite of that, did what he could to follow the Officer\u2019s explanations. With a sort of sleepy persistence he kept directing his gaze to the place where the Officer had just pointed, and when a question from the Traveller interrupted the Officer, the Condemned Man looked at the Traveller, too, just as the Officer was doing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, the Harrow,\u201d said the Officer. \u201cThe name fits. The needles are arranged as in a harrow, and the whole thing is driven like a harrow, although it stays in one place and is, in principle, much more artistic. Anyway, you\u2019ll understand in a moment. The condemned is laid out here on the Bed. I\u2019ll describe the apparatus first and only then let the procedure go to work. That way you\u2019ll be able to follow it better. Also a sprocket in the Inscriber is excessively worn. It really squeaks. When it\u2019s in motion one can hardly make oneself understood. Unfortunately replacement parts are difficult to come by in this place. So, here is the Bed, as I said. The whole thing is completely covered with a layer of cotton wool, the purpose of which you\u2019ll find out in a moment. The condemned man is laid out on his stomach on this cotton wool\u2014naked, of course. There are straps for the hands here, for the feet here, and for the throat here, to tie him in securely. At the head of the Bed here, where the man, as I have mentioned, first lies face down, is this small protruding lump of felt, which can easily be adjusted so that it presses right into the man\u2019s mouth. Its purpose is to prevent him screaming and biting his tongue to pieces. Of course, the man has to let the felt in his mouth\u2014otherwise the straps around his throat will break his neck.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s cotton wool?\u201d asked the Traveller and bent down. \u201cYes, it is,\u201d said the Officer smiling, \u201cfeel it for yourself.\u201d He took the Traveller\u2019s hand and led him over to the Bed. \u201cIt\u2019s a specially prepared cotton wool. That\u2019s why it looks so unrecognizable. I\u2019ll get around to mentioning its purpose in a moment.\u201d The Traveller was already being won over a little to the apparatus. With his hand over his eyes to protect them from the sun, he looked up at the height of the apparatus. It was a massive construction. The Bed and the Inscriber were the same size and looked like two dark chests. The Inscriber was set about two metres above the Bed, and the two were joined together at the corners by four brass rods, which almost reflected rays from the sun. The Harrow hung between the chests on a band of steel.<\/p>\n
The Officer had hardly noticed the earlier indifference of the Traveller, but he did have a sense now of how the latter\u2019s interest was being aroused now. So he paused in his explanation in order to allow the Traveller time to observe the apparatus undisturbed. The Condemned Man imitated the Traveller, but since he could not put his hand over his eyes, he blinked upward with his eyes uncovered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo now the man is lying down,\u201d said the Traveller. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d said the Officer. He pushed his cap back a little and ran his hand over his hot face. \u201cNow, listen. Both the Bed and the Inscriber have their own electric batteries. The Bed needs them for itself, and the Inscriber for the Harrow. As soon as the man is strapped in securely, the Bed is set in motion. It quivers with tiny, very rapid oscillations from side to side and up and down simultaneously. You will have seen similar devices in mental hospitals. Only with our Bed all movements are precisely calibrated, for they must be meticulously coordinated with the movements of the Harrow. But it\u2019s the Harrow which has the job of actually carrying out the sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is the sentence?\u201d the Traveller asked. \u201cYou don\u2019t even know that?\u201d asked the Officer in astonishment and bit his lip. \u201cForgive me if my explanations are perhaps confused. I really do beg your pardon. Previously it was the Commandant\u2019s habit to provide such explanations. But the New Commandant has excused himself from this honourable duty. However, the fact that with such an eminent visitor\u201d\u2014the Traveller tried to deflect the honour with both hands, but the Officer insisted on the expression\u2014\u201cthat with such an eminent visitor he didn\u2019t even once make him aware of the form of our sentencing is yet again something new, which. . . .\u201d He had a curse on his lips, but controlled himself and said merely: \u201cI was not informed about it. It\u2019s not my fault. In any case, I am certainly the person best able to explain our style of sentencing, for here I am carrying\u201d\u2014he patted his breast pocket\u2014\u201cthe relevant diagrams drawn by the previous Commandant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDiagrams made by the Commandant himself?\u201d asked the Traveller. \u201cThen was he in his own person a combination of everything? Was he soldier, judge, engineer, chemist, and draftsman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was indeed,\u201d said the Officer, nodding his head with a fixed and thoughtful expression. Then he looked at his hands, examining them. They didn\u2019t seem to him clean enough to handle the diagrams. So he went to the bucket and washed them again. Then he pulled out a small leather folder and said, \u201cOur sentence does not sound severe. The law which a condemned man has violated is inscribed on his body with the Harrow. This Condemned Man, for example,\u201d and the Officer pointed to the man, \u201cwill have inscribed on his body, \u2018Honour your superiors!\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller had a quick look at the man. When the Officer was pointing at him, the man kept his head down and appeared to be directing all his energy into listening in order to learn something. But the movements of his pouting lips, which were pressed close together, showed clearly that he was incapable of understanding anything. The Traveller wanted to raise various questions, but after looking at the Condemned Man he merely asked, \u201cDoes he know his sentence?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said the Officer. He wished to get on with his explanation right away, but the Traveller interrupted him: \u201cHe doesn\u2019t know his own sentence?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said the Officer once more. He then paused for a moment, as if he was requesting from the Traveller a more detailed reason for his question, and said, \u201cIt would be useless to give him that information. He experiences it on his own body.\u201d The Traveller really wanted to keep quiet at this point, but he felt how the Condemned Man was gazing at him\u2014he seemed to be asking whether he could approve of the process the Officer had described. So the Traveller, who had up to this point been leaning back, bent forward again and kept up his questions, \u201cBut does he nonetheless have some general idea that he\u2019s been condemned?\u201d \u201cNot that either,\u201d said the Officer, and he smiled at the Traveller, as if he was still waiting for some strange revelations from him. \u201cNo?\u201d said the Traveller, wiping his forehead, \u201cSo the man does not yet know even at this point how his defence was received?\u201d \u201cHe has had no opportunity to defend himself,\u201d said the Officer and looked away, as if he was talking to himself and did not wish to embarrass the Traveller with an explanation of matters so self-evident to him. \u201cBut he must have had a chance to defend himself,\u201d said the Traveller and stood up from his chair.<\/p>\n
The Officer recognized that he was in danger of having his explanation of the apparatus held up for a long time. So he went to the Traveller, took him by the arm, pointed with his hand at the Condemned Man, who stood there stiffly now that the attention was so clearly directed at him\u2014the Soldier was also pulling on his chain\u2014and said, \u201cThe matter stands like this. Here in the penal colony I have been appointed judge. In spite of my youth. For I stood at the side of our previous Commandant in all matters of punishment, and I also know the most about the apparatus. The basic principle I use for my decisions is this: Guilt is always beyond a doubt. Other courts could not follow this principle, for they are made up of many heads and, in addition, have even higher courts above them. But that is not the case here, or at least it was not that way with the previous Commandant. It\u2019s true the New Commandant has already shown a desire to get mixed up in my court, but I\u2019ve succeeded so far in fending him off. And I\u2019ll continue to be successful. You wanted this case explained. It\u2019s so simple\u2014just like all of them. This morning a captain laid a charge that this man, who is assigned to him as a servant and who sleeps before his door, had been sleeping on duty. For his duty is to stand up every time the clock strikes the hour and salute in front of the captain\u2019s door. That\u2019s certainly not a difficult duty\u2014and it\u2019s necessary, since he is supposed to remain fresh both for guarding and for service. Yesterday night the captain wanted to check whether his servant was fulfilling his duty. He opened the door on the stroke of two and found him curled up asleep. He got his horsewhip and hit him across the face. Now, instead of standing up and begging for forgiveness, the man grabbed his master by the legs, shook him, and cried out, \u2018Throw away that whip or I\u2019ll eat you up.\u2019 Those are the facts. The captain came to me an hour ago. I wrote up his statement and right after that the sentence. Then I had the man chained up. It was all very simple. If I had first summoned the man and interrogated him, the result would have been confusion. He would have lied, and if I had been successful in refuting his lies, he would have replaced them with new lies, and so forth. But now I have him, and I won\u2019t release him again. Now, does that clarify everything? But time is passing. We should be starting the execution already, and I haven\u2019t finished explaining the apparatus yet.\u201d He urged the Traveller to sit down in his chair, moved to the apparatus again, and started, \u201cAs you see, the shape of the Harrow corresponds to the shape of a man. This is the harrow for the upper body, and here are the harrows for the legs. This small cutter is the only one designated for the head. Is that clear to you?\u201d He leaned forward to the Traveller in a friendly way, ready to give the most comprehensive explanation.<\/p>\n
The Traveller looked at the Harrow with a wrinkled frown. The information about the judicial procedures had not satisfied him. However, he had to tell himself that here it was a matter of a penal colony, that in this place special regulations were necessary, and that one had to give precedence to military measures right down to the last detail. Beyond that, however, he had some hopes in the New Commandant, who obviously, although slowly, was intending to introduce a new procedure which the limited understanding of this Officer could not accept. Following this train of thought, the Traveller asked, \u201cWill the Commandant be present at the execution?\u201d \u201cThat is not certain,\u201d said the Officer, embarrassingly affected by the sudden question, and his friendly expression made a grimace. \u201cThat is why we need to hurry up. As much as I regret the fact, I\u2019ll have to make my explanation even shorter. But tomorrow, once the apparatus is clean again\u2014the fact that it gets so very dirty is its only fault\u2014I could add a more detailed explanation. So now, only the most essential things. When the man is lying on the Bed and it starts quivering, the Harrow sinks onto the body. It positions itself automatically in such a way that it touches the body only lightly with the needle tips. Once the machine is set in position, this steel cable tightens up immediately into a rod. And now the performance begins. Someone who is not an initiate sees no external difference among the punishments. The Harrow seems to do its work uniformly. As it quivers, it sticks the tips of its needles into the body, which is also vibrating from the movement of the bed. Now, to enable someone to check on how the sentence is being carried out, the Harrow is made of glass. That gave rise to certain technical difficulties with fastening the needles in it securely, but after several attempts we were successful. We didn\u2019t spare any efforts. And now, as the inscription is made on the body, everyone can see through the glass. Don\u2019t you want to come closer and see the needles for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller stood slowly, moved up, and bent over the Harrow. \u201cYou see,\u201d the Officer said, \u201ctwo sorts of needles in a multiple arrangement. Each long needle has a short one next to it. The long one inscribes, and the short one squirts water out to wash away the blood and keep the inscription always clear. The bloody water is then channeled here into small grooves and finally flows into these main gutters, and their outlet pipe takes it to the pit.\u201d The Officer indicated with his finger the exact path which the bloody water had to take. As he began formally to demonstrate with both hands at the mouth of the outlet pipe, in order to make his account as clear as possible, the Traveller raised his head and, feeling behind him with his hand, wanted to return to his chair. Then he saw to his horror that the Condemned Man had also, like him, accepted the Officer\u2019s invitation to inspect the arrangement of the Harrow up close. He had pulled the sleeping Soldier holding the chain a little forward and was also bending over the glass. One could see how with a confused gaze he also was looking for what the two gentlemen had just observed, but how he didn\u2019t succeed because he lacked the explanation. He leaned forward this way and that. He kept running his eyes over the glass again and again. The Traveller wanted to push him back, for what he was doing was probably punishable. But the Officer held the Traveller firmly with one hand, and with the other he took a lump of earth from the wall and threw it at the Soldier. The latter opened his eyes with a start, saw what the Condemned Man had dared to do, let his weapon fall, braced his heels in the earth, and jerked the Condemned Man back, so that he immediately collapsed. The Soldier looked down at him, as he writhed around, making his chain clink. \u201cStand him up,\u201d cried the Officer, for he noticed that the Condemned Man was distracting the Traveller too much. The latter was even leaning out away from the Harrow, without paying any attention to it and wanted merely to find out what was happening to the Condemned Man. \u201cHandle him carefully,\u201d the Officer yelled again. He ran around the apparatus, personally grabbed the Condemned Man under the armpits and, with the help of the Soldier, straightened up the man, whose feet kept slipping.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I know all about it,\u201d said the Traveller, as the Officer turned back to him again. \u201cExcept the most important thing,\u201d said the latter. He grabbed the Traveller by the arm and pointed up high. \u201cThere in the Inscriber is the mechanism which determines the movement of the Harrow, and this mechanism is arranged according to the diagram on which the sentence is set down. I still use the diagrams of the previous Commandant. Here they are.\u201d He pulled some pages out of the leather folder. \u201cUnfortunately I can\u2019t hand them to you. They are the most cherished thing I possess. Sit down, and I\u2019ll show you them from this distance. Then you\u2019ll be able to see it all well.\u201d He showed the first sheet. The Traveller would have been happy to say something appreciative, but all he saw was a labyrinthine series of lines, crisscrossing each other in all sorts of ways. These covered the paper so thickly that only with difficulty could one make out the white spaces in between. \u201cRead it,\u201d said the Officer. \u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d said the Traveller. \u201cBut it\u2019s clear,\u201d said the Officer.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s very elaborate,\u201d said the Traveller evasively, \u201cbut I can\u2019t decipher it.\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said the Officer, smiling and putting the folder back again, \u201cit\u2019s not calligraphy for school children. One has to read it a long time. You, too, would finally understand it clearly. Of course, it has to be a script that isn\u2019t simple. You see, it\u2019s not supposed to kill right away, but on average over a period of twelve hours. The turning point is set for the sixth hour. There must also be many, many embellishments surrounding the basic script. The essential script moves around the body only in a narrow belt. The rest of the body is reserved for decoration. Can you now appreciate the work of the Harrow and of the whole apparatus? Just look at it!\u201d He jumped up the ladder, turned a wheel, and called down, \u201cWatch out\u2014move to the side!\u201d Everything started moving. If the wheel had not squeaked, it would have been marvellous. The Officer threatened the wheel with his fist, as if he was surprised by the disturbance it created. Then he spread his arms out to the Traveller, apologized, and quickly clambered down, in order to observe the operation of the apparatus from below. Something was still not working properly, something only he noticed. He clambered up again and reached with both hands into the inside of the Inscriber. Then, in order to descend more quickly, instead of using the ladder, he slid down on one of the poles and, to make himself understandable through the noise, strained his voice to the limit as he yelled in the Traveller\u2019s ear, \u201cDo you understand the process? The Harrow is starting to write. When it\u2019s finished with the first part of the script on the man\u2019s back, the layer of cotton wool rolls and turns the body slowly onto its side to give the Harrow a new area. Meanwhile those parts lacerated by the inscription are lying on the cotton wool which, because it has been specially treated, immediately stops the bleeding and prepares the script for a further deepening. Here, as the body continues to rotate, prongs on the edge of the Harrow then pull the cotton wool from the wounds, throw it into the pit, and the Harrow goes to work again. In this way it keeps making the inscription deeper for twelve hours. For the first six hours the condemned man goes on living almost as before. He suffers nothing but pain. After two hours, the felt is removed, for at that point the man has no more energy for screaming. Here at the head of the Bed warm rice pudding is put in this electrically heated bowl. From this the man, if he feels like it, can help himself to what he can lap up with his tongue. No one passes up this opportunity. I don\u2019t know of a single one, and I have had a lot of experience. He first loses his pleasure in eating around the sixth hour. I usually kneel down at this point and observe the phenomenon. The man rarely swallows the last bit. He merely turns it around in his mouth and spits it into the pit. When he does that, I have to lean aside or else he\u2019ll get me in the face. But how quiet the man becomes around the sixth hour! The most stupid of them begins to understand. It starts around the eyes and spreads out from there. A look that could tempt one to lie down with him under the Harrow. Nothing else happens. The man simply begins to decipher the inscription. He purses his lips, as if he is listening. You\u2019ve seen that it is not easy to figure out the inscription with your eyes, but our man deciphers it with his wounds. True, it takes a lot of work. It requires six hours to complete. But then the Harrow spits all of him out and throws him into the pit, where he splashes down into the bloody water and cotton wool. Then the judgment is over, and we, the Soldier and I, quickly bury him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller had leaned his ear towards the Officer and, with his hands in his coat pockets, was observing the machine at work. The Condemned Man was also watching, but without understanding. He bent forward a little and followed the moving needles, as the Soldier, after a signal from the Officer, cut through the back of his shirt and trousers with a knife, so that they fell off the Condemned Man. He wanted to grab the falling garments to cover his bare flesh, but the Soldier held him up high and shook the last rags from him. The Officer turned the machine off, and in the silence which then ensued the Condemned Man was laid out under the Harrow. The chains were taken off and the straps fastened in their place. For the Condemned Man it seemed at first glance to signify almost a relief. And now the Harrow sunk down a stage lower still, for he was a thin man. As the needle tips touched him, a shudder went over his skin. While the Soldier was busy with the right hand, the Condemned Man stretched out his left, with no sense of its direction. But it was pointing to where the Traveller was standing. The Officer kept looking at the Traveller from the side, without taking his eyes off him, as if he was trying to read from his face the impression he was getting of the execution, which he had now explained to him, at least superficially.<\/p>\n
The strap meant to hold the wrist ripped off. The Soldier probably had pulled on it too hard. The Soldier showed the Officer the torn-off piece of strap, wanting him to help. So the Officer went over to him and said, with his face turned towards the Traveller, \u201cThe machine is very complicated. Now and then something has to tear or break. One shouldn\u2019t let that detract from one\u2019s overall opinion. Anyway, we have an immediate replacement for the strap. I\u2019ll use a chain\u2014even though that will affect the sensitivity of the oscillations for the right arm.\u201d And while he put the chain in place, he still kept talking, \u201cOur resources for maintaining the machine are very limited at the moment. Under the previous Commandant, I had free access to a cash box specially set aside exclusively for this purpose. There was a storeroom here in which all possible replacement parts were kept. I admit I made almost extravagant use of it. I mean earlier, not now, as the New Commandant claims. For him everything serves only as a pretext to fight against the old arrangements. Now he keeps the cash box for machinery under his own control, and if I ask him for a new strap, he demands the torn one as a piece of evidence, the new one doesn\u2019t arrive for ten days, and then it\u2019s an inferior brand, of not much use to me. But how I am supposed to get the machine to work in the meantime without a strap\u2014no one\u2019s concerned about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller thought about the situation: it is always questionable to intervene decisively in strange circumstances. He was neither a citizen of the penal colony nor a citizen of the state to which it belonged. If he wanted to condemn this execution or even hinder it, people could say to him: You are a foreigner\u2014keep quiet. He would have nothing in response to that, but could only add that he did not understand what he was doing on this occasion, for the purpose of his traveling was merely to observe and not to alter other people\u2019s judicial systems in any way. True, at this point the way things were turning out it was very tempting. The injustice of the process and the inhumanity of the execution were beyond doubt. No one could assume that the Traveller was acting out of any sense of his own self-interest, for the Condemned Man was a stranger to him, not a countryman and not someone who invited sympathy in any way. The Traveller himself had letters of reference from high officials and had been welcomed here with great courtesy. The fact that he had been invited to this execution even seemed to indicate that people were asking for his judgment of this court. This was all the more likely since the Commandant, as he had now had heard only too clearly, was no supporter of this process and maintained an almost hostile relationship with the Officer.<\/p>\n
Then the Traveller heard a cry of rage from the Officer. He had just shoved the stub of felt in the Condemned Man\u2019s mouth, not without difficulty, when the Condemned Man, overcome by an irresistible nausea, shut his eyes and threw up. The Officer quickly yanked him up off the stump and wanted to turn his head aside toward the pit. But it was too late. The vomit was already flowing down onto the machine. \u201cThis is all the Commandant\u2019s fault!\u201d cried the Officer and mindlessly rattled the brass rods at the front. \u201cMy machine\u2019s as filthy as a pigsty.\u201d With trembling hands he indicated to the Traveller what had happened. \u201cHaven\u2019t I spent hours trying to make the Commandant understand that a day before the execution there should be no more food served? But the new, lenient administration has a different opinion. Before the man is led away, the Commandant\u2019s women cram sugary things down his throat. His whole life he\u2019s fed himself on stinking fish, and now he has to eat sweets! But that would be all right\u2014I\u2019d have no objections\u2014but why don\u2019t they get a new felt, the way I\u2019ve been asking him for three months now? How can anyone take this felt into his mouth without feeling disgusted\u2014something that more than a hundred men have sucked and bitten on it as they were dying?\u201d<\/p>\n
The Condemned Man had laid his head down and appeared peaceful. The Soldier was busy cleaning up the machine with the Condemned Man\u2019s shirt. The Officer went up to the Traveller, who, feeling some premonition, took a step backwards. But the Officer grasped him by the hand and pulled him aside. \u201cI want to speak a few words to you in confidence,\u201d he said. \u201cMay I do that?\u201d \u201cOf course,\u201d said the Traveller and listened with his eyes lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis process and this execution, which you now have an opportunity to admire, have at present no more open supporters in our colony. I am its single defender and at the same time the single advocate for the legacy of the Old Commandant. I can no longer think about a more extensive organization of the process\u2014I\u2019m using all my powers to maintain what there is at present. When the Old Commandant was alive, the colony was full of his supporters. I have something of the Old Commandant\u2019s persuasiveness, but I completely lack his power, and as a result the supporters have gone into hiding. There are still a lot of them, but no one admits to it. If you go into a tea house today\u2014that is to say, on a day of execution\u2014and keep your ears open, perhaps you\u2019ll hear nothing but ambiguous remarks. They are all supporters, but under the present Commandant, considering his present views, they are totally useless to me. And now I\u2019m asking you: Should such a life\u2019s work,\u201d he pointed to the machine, \u201ccome to nothing because of this Commandant and the women influencing him? Should people let that happen? Even if one is only a foreigner on our island for a couple of days? But there is no time to lose. People are already preparing something against my judicial proceedings. Discussions are already taking place in the Commandant\u2019s headquarters, to which I am not invited. Even your visit today seems to me typical of the whole situation. People are cowards and send you out\u2014a foreigner. You should have seen the executions in earlier days! The entire valley was overflowing with people, even a day before the execution. They all came merely to watch. Early in the morning the Commandant appeared with his women. Fanfares woke up the entire campsite. I delivered the news that everything was ready. The whole society\u2014and every high official had to attend\u2014arranged itself around the machine. This pile of cane chairs is a sorry left over from that time. The machine was freshly cleaned and glowed. For almost every execution I had new replacement parts. In front of hundreds of eyes\u2014all the spectators stood on tip toe right up to the hills there\u2014the condemned man was laid down under the Harrow by the Commandant himself. What nowadays has to be done by a common soldier was then my work as the senior judge, and it was an honour for me. And then the execution began! No discordant note disturbed the work of the machine. Many people did not look any more at all, but lay down with closed eyes in the sand. They all knew: now justice was being carried out. In the silence people heard nothing but the groans of the condemned man, muffled by the felt. These days the machine no longer manages to squeeze out of the condemned man a groan stronger than the felt is capable of smothering. But back then the needles which made the inscription dripped a caustic liquid which today we are not permitted to use any more. Well, then came the sixth hour! It was impossible to grant all the requests people made to be allowed to watch from up close. The Commandant, in his wisdom, arranged that the children should be taken care of before all the rest. Naturally, I was always allowed to stand close by, because of my official position. Often I crouched down there with two small children in my arms, on my right and left. How we all took in the expression of transfiguration on the martyred face! How we held our cheeks in the glow of this justice, finally attained and already passing away! What times we had, my friend!\u201d The Officer had obviously forgotten who was standing in front of him. He had put his arm around the Traveller and laid his head on his shoulder. The Traveller was extremely embarrassed. Impatiently he looked away over the Officer\u2019s head. The Soldier had ended his task of cleaning and had just shaken some rice pudding into the bowl from a tin. No sooner had the Condemned Man, who seemed to have fully recovered already, noticed this than his tongue began to lick at the pudding. The Soldier kept pushing him away, for the pudding was probably meant for a later time, but in any case it was not proper for the Soldier to reach in and grab some food with his dirty hands and eat it in front of the famished Condemned Man.<\/p>\n
The Officer quickly collected himself. \u201cI didn\u2019t want to upset you in any way,\u201d he said. \u201cI know it is impossible to make someone understand those days now. Besides, the machine still works and operates on its own. It operates on its own even when it is standing alone in this valley. And at the end, the body still keeps falling in that incredibly soft flight into the pit, even if hundreds of people are not gathered like flies around the hole the way they used to be. Back then we had to erect a strong railing around the pit. It was pulled out long ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller wanted to turn his face away from the Officer and looked aimlessly around him. The Officer thought he was looking at the wasteland of the valley. So he grabbed his hands, turned him around in order to catch his gaze, and asked, \u201cDo you see the shame of it?\u201d<\/p>\n
But the Traveller said nothing. The Officer left him alone for a while. With his legs apart and his hands on his hips, the Officer stood still and looked at the ground. Then he smiled at the Traveller cheerfully and said, \u201cYesterday I was nearby when the Commandant invited you. I heard the invitation. I know the Commandant. I understood right away what he intended with his invitation. Although his power might be sufficiently great to take action against me, he doesn\u2019t yet dare to. But my guess is that with you he is exposing me to the judgment of a respected foreigner. He calculates things with care. You are now in your second day on the island. You didn\u2019t know the Old Commandant and his way of thinking. You are biased in your European way of seeing things. Perhaps you are fundamentally opposed to the death penalty in general and to this kind of mechanical style of execution in particular. Moreover, you see how the execution is a sad procedure, without any public participation, using a machine which is already somewhat damaged. Now, if we take all this together (so the Commandant thinks) surely one could easily imagine that that you would not consider my procedure appropriate? And if you didn\u2019t consider it right, you wouldn\u2019t keep quiet about it\u2014I\u2019m still speaking the mind of the Commandant\u2014for you no doubt have faith that your tried-and-true convictions are correct. It\u2019s true that you have seen many peculiar things among many peoples and have learned to respect them. Thus, you will probably not speak out against the procedure with your full power, as you would perhaps in your own homeland. But the Commandant doesn\u2019t really need that. A casual word, merely a careless remark, is enough. It doesn\u2019t have to match your convictions at all, so long as it apparently corresponds to his wishes. I\u2019m certain he will use all his shrewdness to interrogate you. And his women will sit around in a circle and perk up their ears. You will say something like, \u2018Among us the judicial procedures are different,\u2019 or \u2018With us the accused is questioned before the verdict,\u2019 or \u2018With us the accused hears the judgment\u2019 or \u2018With us there are punishments other than the death penalty\u2019 or \u2018With us there was torture only in the Middle Ages.\u2019 For you all these observations appear as correct as they are self-evident\u2014innocent remarks which do not impugn my procedure. But how will the Commandant take them? I see him, our excellent Commandant\u2014the way he immediately pushes his stool aside and hurries out onto the balcony\u2014I see his women, how they stream after him. I hear his voice\u2014the women call it a thunder voice. And now he\u2019s speaking: \u2018A great Western explorer who has been commissioned to inspect judicial procedures in all countries has just said that our process based on old customs is inhuman. After this verdict of such a personality it is, of course, no longer possible for me to tolerate this procedure. So from this day on I am ordering . . . and so forth.\u2019 You want to intervene\u2014you didn\u2019t say what he is reporting\u2014you didn\u2019t call my procedure inhuman; by contrast, in keeping with your deep insight, you consider it the most humane and most worthy of human beings. You also admire this machinery. But it is too late. You don\u2019t even go onto the balcony, which is already filled with women. You want to attract attention. You want to cry out. But a lady\u2019s hand is covering your mouth, and I and the Old Commandant\u2019s work are lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller had to suppress a smile. So the work which he had considered so difficult was easy. He said evasively, \u201cYou\u2019re exaggerating my influence. The Commandant has read my letters of recommendation. He knows that I am no expert in judicial processes. If I were to express an opinion, it would be that of a lay person, no more significant than the opinion of anyone else, and in any case far less significant than the opinion of the Commandant, who, as I understand it, has very extensive powers in this penal colony. If his views of this procedure are as definite as you think they are, then I\u2019m afraid the time has surely come for this procedure to end, without any need for my humble assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Did the Officer understand by now? No, he did not yet grasp it. He shook his head vigorously, briefly looked back at the Condemned Man and the Soldier, who both flinched and stopped eating the rice, went up really close up to the Traveller, without looking into his face, but gazing at parts of his jacket, and said more gently than before: \u201cYou don\u2019t know the Commandant. Where he and all of us are concerned you are\u2014forgive the expression\u2014to a certain extent innocent. Your influence, believe me, cannot be overestimated. In fact, I was blissfully happy when I heard that you were to be present at the execution by yourself. This arrangement of the Commandant was aimed at me, but now I\u2019m turning it to my advantage. Without being distracted by false insinuations and disparaging looks\u2014which could not have been avoided with a greater number of participants at the execution\u2014you have listened to my explanation, looked at the machine, and are now about to view the execution. Your verdict is no doubt already fixed. If some small uncertainties still remain, witnessing the execution will remove them. And now I\u2019m asking you\u2014help me against the Commandant!\u201d<\/p>\n
The Traveller did not let him go on talking. \u201cHow can I do that?\u201d he cried. \u201cIt\u2019s totally impossible. I can help you as little as I can harm you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could do it,\u201d said the Officer. With some apprehension the Traveller observed that the Officer was clenching his fists. \u201cYou could do it,\u201d repeated the Officer, even more emphatically. \u201cI have a plan which must succeed. You think your influence is insufficient. I know it will be enough. But assuming you\u2019re right, doesn\u2019t saving this procedure require one to try everything, even those methods which may possibly be inadequate? So listen to my plan. To carry it out, it\u2019s necessary, above all, for you to keep as quiet as possible today in the colony about your verdict on this procedure. Unless someone asks you directly, you should not express any view whatsoever. But what you do say must be short and vague. People should notice that it has become difficult for you to speak about the subject, that you feel bitter, that, if you were to speak openly, you\u2019d have to burst out cursing on the spot. I\u2019m not asking you to lie, not at all. You should give only brief answers\u2014something like, \u2018Yes, I\u2019ve seen the execution\u2019 or \u2018Yes, I\u2019ve heard the full explanation.\u2019 That\u2019s all\u2014nothing further. For that will be enough of an indication for people to observe in you a certain bitterness, even if that\u2019s not what the Commandant will think. Naturally, he will completely misunderstand the issue and interpret it in his own way. My plan is based on that. Tomorrow a large meeting of all the higher administrative officials takes place at headquarters under the chairmanship of the Commandant. He, of course, understands how to turn such meetings into a spectacle. A gallery has been built, which is always full of spectators. I\u2019m compelled to take part in the discussions, though they make me shiver with disgust. In any case, you will certainly be invited to the meeting. If you follow my plan today and behave accordingly, the invitation will become an emphatic request. But should you for some inexplicable reason still not be invited, you must make sure you request an invitation. Then you\u2019ll receive one without question. Now, tomorrow you are sitting with the women in the Commandant\u2019s box. With frequent upward glances he reassures himself that you are there. After various trivial and ridiculous agenda items designed only for the spectators\u2014mostly harbour construction, always harbour construction!\u2014the judicial process also comes up for discussion. If it\u2019s not raised by the Commandant himself or does not occur soon enough, I\u2019ll make sure that it comes up. I\u2019ll stand up and report the news of today\u2019s execution. Really briefly\u2014just this announcement. True, such a report is not customary there; however, I\u2019ll do it, nonetheless. The Commandant thanks me, as always, with a friendly smile. And now he cannot restrain himself. He seizes this excellent opportunity. \u2018The report of the execution,\u2019 he\u2019ll say, or something like that, \u2018has just been given. I would like to add to this report only the fact that this particular execution was attended by the great explorer whose visit confers such extraordinary honour on our colony, as you all know. Even the significance of our meeting today has been increased by his presence. Do we not now wish to ask this great explorer for his appraisal of the execution based on old customs and of the process which preceded it?\u2019 Of course, there is the noise of applause everywhere, universal agreement. And I\u2019m louder than anyone. The Commandant bows before you and says, \u2018Then in everyone\u2019s name, I\u2019m putting the question to you.\u2019 And now you step up to the railing. Place your hands where everyone can see them. Otherwise the ladies will grab them and play with your fingers. And now finally come your remarks. I don\u2019t know how I\u2019ll bear the tense moments up to that point. In your speech you mustn\u2019t hold back. Let truth resound. Lean over the railing and shout it out\u2014yes, yes, roar your opinion at the Commandant, your unshakeable opinion. But perhaps you don\u2019t want to do that. It doesn\u2019t suit your character. Perhaps in your homeland people behave differently in such situations. That\u2019s all right. That\u2019s perfectly satisfactory. Don\u2019t stand up at all. Just say a couple of words. Whisper them so that only the officials underneath you can hear them. That\u2019s enough. You don\u2019t even have to say anything at all about the lack of attendance at the execution or about the squeaky wheel, the torn strap, the disgusting felt. No. I\u2019ll take over all further details, and, believe me, if my speech doesn\u2019t chase him out of the room, it will force him to his knees, so he\u2019ll have to admit it: \u2018Old Commandant, I bow down before you.\u2019 That\u2019s my plan. Do you want to help me carry it out? But, of course, you want to. More than that\u2014you have to.\u201d And the Officer gripped the Traveller by both arms and looked at him, breathing heavily into his face. He had yelled the last sentences so loudly that even the Soldier and the Condemned Man were paying attention. Although they couldn\u2019t understand a thing, they stopped eating and looked over at the Traveller, still chewing.<\/p>\n
From the very start the Traveller had had no doubts about the answer he must give. He had experienced too much in his life to be able to waver here. Basically he was honest and unafraid. Still, with the Soldier and the Condemned Man looking at him, he hesitated a moment. But finally he said, as he had to, \u201cNo.\u201d The Officer\u2019s eyes blinked several times, but he did not take his eyes off the Traveller. \u201cWould you like an explanation,\u201d asked the Traveller. The Officer nodded dumbly. \u201cI am opposed to this procedure,\u201d said the Traveller. \u201cEven before you took me into your confidence\u2014and, of course, I will never abuse your confidence under any circumstances\u2014I was already thinking about whether I was entitled to intervene against this procedure and whether my intervention could have even a small chance of success. And if that was the case, it was clear to me whom I had to turn to first of all\u2014naturally, to the Commandant. You have clarified the issue for me even more, but without reinforcing my decision in any way\u2014quite the reverse. I find your conviction genuinely moving, even if it cannot deter me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Officer remained silent, turned towards the machine, grabbed one of the brass rods, and then, leaning back a little, looked up at the Inscriber, as if he was checking that everything was in order. The Soldier and the Condemned Man seemed to have made friends with each other. The Condemned Man was making signs to the Soldier, although, given the tight straps on him, this was difficult for him to do. The Soldier was leaning into him. The Condemned Man whispered something to him, and the Soldier nodded.<\/p>\n
The Traveller went over to the Officer and said, \u201cYou don\u2019t yet know what I\u2019ll do. Yes, I will tell the Commandant my opinion of the procedure\u2014not in a meeting, but in private. In addition, I won\u2019t stay here long enough to be able to get called in to some meeting or other. Early tomorrow morning I leave, or at least I go on board ship.\u201d<\/p>\n
It did not look as if the Officer had been listening. \u201cSo the process has not convinced you,\u201d he said to himself and smiled the way an old man smiles over the silliness of a child, concealing his own true thoughts behind that smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then, it\u2019s time,\u201d he said finally and suddenly looked at the Traveller with bright eyes which contained some sort of demand, some appeal for participation. \u201cTime for what?\u201d asked the Traveller uneasily. But there was no answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are free,\u201d the Officer told the Condemned Man in his own language. At first the man did not believe him. \u201cYou are free now,\u201d said the Officer. For the first time the face of the Condemned Man showed signs of real life. Was it the truth? Was it only the Officer\u2019s mood, which could change? Had the foreign Traveller brought him a reprieve? What was it? That is what the man\u2019s face seemed to be asking. But not for long. Whatever the case might be, if he could he wanted to be truly free, and he began to shake back and forth, as much as the Harrow permitted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re tearing my straps,\u201d cried the Officer. \u201cBe still! We\u2019ll undo them right away.\u201d And, giving a signal to the Soldier, he set to work with him. The Condemned Man said nothing and smiled slightly to himself. At times he turned his face to the Officer on the left and at times to the Soldier on the right, without ignoring the Traveller.<\/p>\n
\u201cPull him out,\u201d the Officer ordered the Soldier. This process required a certain amount of care because of the Harrow. The Condemned Man already had a few small wounds on his back, thanks to his own impatience.<\/p>\n
From this point on, however, the Officer paid no more attention to him. He went up to the Traveller, pulled out the small leather folder once more, leafed through it, finally found the sheet he was looking for, and showed it to the Traveller. \u201cRead that,\u201d he said. \u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d said the Traveller. \u201cI\u2019ve already told you I can\u2019t read these pages.\u201d \u201cBut take a close look at the page,\u201d said the Officer and moved up right next to the Traveller in order to read with him. When that didn\u2019t help, he raised his little finger high up over the paper, as if the page must not be touched under any circumstances, so that using this he might make the task of reading easier for the Traveller. The Traveller also made an effort so that at least he could satisfy the Officer, but it was impossible for him. At that point the Officer began to spell out the inscription, and then he read out once again the joined up letters. \u201c\u200a\u2018Be just!\u2019 it states,\u201d he said. \u201cNow you can read it.\u201d The Traveller bent so low over the paper that the Officer, afraid that he might touch it, moved it further away. The Traveller didn\u2019t say anything more, but it was clear that he was still unable to read anything. \u201c\u200a\u2018Be just!\u2019 it says,\u201d the Officer remarked once again. \u201cThat could be,\u201d said the Traveller. \u201cI do believe that\u2019s written there.\u201d \u201cGood,\u201d said the Officer, at least partially satisfied. He climbed up the ladder, holding the paper. With great care he set the page in the Inscriber and appeared to rotate the gear mechanism completely around. This was very tiring work. It must have required him to deal with extremely small wheels. He had to inspect the gears so closely that sometimes the Officer\u2019s head disappeared completely into the Inscriber.<\/p>\n
The Traveller followed this work from below without looking away. His neck grew stiff, and his eyes found the sunlight pouring down from the sky painful. The Soldier and the Condemned Man were keeping each other busy. With the tip of his bayonet the Soldier pulled out the Condemned Man\u2019s shirt and trousers which were lying in the hole. The shirt was horribly dirty, and the Condemned Man washed it in the bucket of water. When he was putting on his shirt and trousers, the Soldier and the Condemned Man had to laugh out loud, for the pieces of clothing were cut in two up the back. Perhaps the Condemned Man thought that it was his duty to amuse the Soldier. In his ripped-up clothes he circled in front of the Soldier, who crouched down on the ground, laughed, and slapped his knees. But they still restrained themselves out of consideration for the two gentlemen present.<\/p>\n
When the Officer was finally finished up on the machine, with a smile he looked over the whole thing and all its parts once more, and this time closed the cover of the Inscriber, which had been open up to this point. He climbed down, looked into the hole and then at the Condemned Man, observed with satisfaction that his clothes had been hauled out, then went to the bucket of water to wash his hands, recognized too late that it was disgustingly dirty, and was upset that now he could not wash his hands. Finally he pushed them into the sand. This option did not satisfy him, but he had to do what he could in the circumstances. Then he stood up and began to unbutton the coat of his uniform. As he did this, the two lady\u2019s handkerchiefs, which he had pushed into the back of his collar, fell into his hands. \u201cHere you have your handkerchiefs,\u201d he said and threw them over to the Condemned Man. And to the Traveller he said by way of an explanation, \u201cPresents from the ladies.\u201d<\/p>\n
In spite of the obvious speed with which he took off the coat of his uniform and then undressed himself completely, he handled each piece of clothing very carefully, even running his fingers over the silver braids on his tunic with special care and shaking a tassel into place. But in great contrast to this care, as soon he was finished handling an article of clothing, he immediately flung it angrily into the hole. The last items he had left were his short sword and its harness. He pulled the sword out of its scabbard, broke it in pieces, then gathered up everything\u2014the pieces of the sword, the scabbard, and the harness\u2014and threw them away so forcefully that they rattled against each other down in the pit.<\/p>\n
Now he stood there naked. The Traveller bit his lip and said nothing. For he was aware what would happen, but he had no right to hinder the Officer in any way. If the judicial process to which the Officer clung was really so close to the point of being cancelled\u2014possibly as a result of the intervention of the Traveller, something to which he for his part felt duty-bound\u2014then the Officer was now acting in a completely correct manner. In his place, the Traveller would not have acted any differently.<\/p>\n
The Soldier and the Condemned Man at first did not understand a thing. To begin with they did not look, not even once. The Condemned Man was extremely happy to get the handkerchiefs back, but he was not permitted to enjoy them very long, because the Soldier snatched them from him with a quick grab, which he had not anticipated. The Condemned Man then tried to pull the handkerchiefs out from the Soldier\u2019s belt, where he had put them for safe keeping, but the Soldier was watching carefully. So they were fighting, half in jest. Only when the Officer was fully naked did they start to pay attention. The Condemned Man especially seemed to be struck by a premonition of some sort of significant transformation. What had happened to him was now taking place with the Officer. Perhaps this time the procedure would play itself out to its conclusion. The foreign Traveller had probably given the order for it. So that was revenge. Without having suffered all the way to the end himself, nonetheless he would be completely avenged. A wide, silent laugh now appeared on his face and never went away.<\/p>\n
The Officer, however, had turned towards the machine. If earlier on it had already become clear that he understood the machine thoroughly, one could well get alarmed now at the way he handled it and how it obeyed. He only had to bring his hand near the Harrow for it to rise and sink several times, until it had reached the correct position to make room for him. He only had to grasp the Bed by the edges, and it already began to quiver. The stump of felt moved up to his mouth. One could see how the Officer really did not want to accept it, but his hesitation was only momentary\u2014he immediately submitted and took it in. Everything was ready, except that the straps still hung down on the sides. But they were clearly unnecessary. The Officer did not have to be strapped down. When the Condemned Man saw the loose straps, he thought the execution would be incomplete unless they were fastened. He waved eagerly to the Soldier, and they ran over to strap in the Officer. The latter had already stuck out his foot to kick the crank designed to set the Inscriber in motion. Then he saw the two men coming. So he pulled his foot back and let himself be strapped in. But now he could no longer reach the crank. Neither the Soldier nor the Condemned Man would find it, and the Traveller was determined not to touch it. But that was unnecessary. Hardly were the straps attached when the machine already started working: the Bed quivered, the needles danced on his skin, and the Harrow swung up and down. The Traveller had already been staring for some time before he remembered that a wheel in the Inscriber was supposed to squeak. But everything was quiet, without the slightest audible hum.<\/p>\n
Because of its silent working, the machine did not really attract attention. The Traveller looked over at the Soldier and the Condemned Man. The Condemned Man was the livelier of the two. Everything in the machine interested him. At times he bent down; at other times he stretched up, always pointing with his forefinger in order to show something to the Soldier. For the Traveller it was embarrassing. He was determined to remain here until the end, but he could no longer endure the sight of the two men. \u201cGo home,\u201d he said. The Soldier might perhaps have been ready to do that, but the Condemned Man took the order as a direct punishment. With his hands folded he pleaded to be allowed to stay there. And when the Traveller shook his head and was unwilling to give in, he even knelt down. Seeing that orders were of no help here, the Traveller wanted to go over and chase the two away. Then he heard a noise from up in the Inscriber. He looked up. So was the gear wheel going out of alignment? But it was something else. The lid on the Inscriber was lifting up slowly. Then it fell completely open. The teeth of a cog wheel were exposed and lifted up. Soon the entire wheel appeared. It was as if some huge force was compressing the Inscriber, so that there was no longer sufficient room left for this wheel. The wheel rolled all the way to the edge of the Inscriber, fell down, rolled upright a bit in the sand, and then fell over and lay still. But already up on the Inscriber another gear wheel was moving upwards. Several others followed\u2014large ones, small ones, ones hard to distinguish. With each of them the same thing happened. One kept thinking that now the Inscriber must surely be already empty, but then a new cluster with lots of parts would move up, fall down, roll in the sand, and lie still. With all this going on, the Condemned Man totally forgot the Traveller\u2019s order. The gear wheels completely delighted him. He kept wanting to grab one, and at the same time he was urging the Soldier to help him. But he kept pulling his hand back startled, for immediately another wheel followed, which, at least in its initial rolling, surprised him.<\/p>\n
The Traveller, by contrast, was very upset. Obviously the machine was breaking up. Its quiet operation had been an illusion. He felt as if he had to look after the Officer, now that the latter could no longer look after himself. But while the falling gear wheels were claiming all his attention, he had neglected to look at the rest of the machine. However, when he now bent over the Harrow, once the last gear wheel had left the Inscriber, he had a new, even more unpleasant surprise. The Harrow was not writing but only stabbing, and the Bed was not rolling the body, but lifting it, quivering, up into the needles. The Traveller wanted to reach in to stop the whole thing, if possible. This was not the torture the Officer wished to attain; it was murder, pure and simple. He stretched out his hands. But at that point the Harrow was already moving upwards and to the side, with the skewered body\u2014just as it did in other cases, but only in the twelfth hour. Blood flowed out in hundreds of streams, not mixed with water\u2014the water tubes had failed to work this time, as well. Then one last thing went wrong: the body would not come loose from the long needles. Its blood streamed out, but it hung over the pit without falling. The Harrow wanted to move back to its original position, but, as if realizing that it could not free itself of its load, it remained over the hole. \u201cHelp,\u201d the Traveller yelled out to the Soldier and the Condemned Man, and he himself grabbed the Officer\u2019s feet. He wanted to push against the feet himself and have the two others grab the Officer\u2019s head from the other side, so he could be slowly lifted off the needles. But now the two men could not make up their mind whether to come or not. The Condemned Man turned away at once. The Traveller had to go over to him and drag him to the Officer\u2019s head by force. At this point, almost against his will, he looked at the face of the corpse. It was as it had been in life. He could discover no sign of the promised transfiguration. What all the others had found in the machine, the Officer had not. His lips were pressed firmly together, his eyes were open and looked as they had when he was alive, his gaze was calm and convinced. The tip of a large iron needle had gone through his forehead.<\/p>\n
As the Traveller, with the Soldier and the Condemned Man behind him, came to the first houses in the colony, the Soldier pointed to one and said, \u201cThat\u2019s the tea house.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the ground floor of the house was a deep, low room, like a cave, with smoke-covered walls and ceiling. On the street side it was open along its full width. Although there was little difference between the tea house and the rest of the houses in the colony, which were all very dilapidated, except for the Commandant\u2019s palatial structure, the Traveller was nonetheless struck by the impression of historical memory, and he felt the power of earlier times. Followed by his companions, he walked closer inside, going between the unoccupied tables, which stood in the street in front of the tea house, and took a breath of the cool, musty air which came from inside. \u201cThe old man is buried here,\u201d said the Soldier; \u201ca place in the cemetery was denied him by the chaplain. For a while people were undecided where they should bury him. Finally they buried him here. Of course, the Officer explained none of that to you, for naturally he was the one most ashamed about it. A few times he even tried to dig up the old man at night, but he was always chased off.\u201d \u201cWhere is the grave?\u201d asked the Traveller, who could not believe the Soldier. Instantly both men, the Soldier and the Condemned Man, ran in front of him and with hands outstretched pointed to the place where the grave was located. They led the Traveller to the back wall, where guests were sitting at a few tables. They were presumably dock workers, strong men with short, shiny, black beards. None of them wore coats, and their shirts were torn. They were poor, humiliated people. As the Traveller came closer, a few got up, leaned against the wall, and looked at him. A whisper went up around the Traveller\u2014\u201cIt\u2019s a foreigner. He wants to look at the grave.\u201d They pushed one of the tables aside, under which there was a real grave stone. It was a simple stone, low enough for it to remain hidden under a table. It bore an inscription in very small letters. In order to read it the Traveller had to kneel down. It read, \u201cHere rests the Old Commandant. His followers, who are now not permitted to have a name, buried him in this grave and erected this stone. There exists a prophecy that the Commandant will rise again after a certain number of years and from this house will lead his followers to a re-conquest of the colony. Have faith and wait!\u201d When the Traveller had read it and got up, he saw the men standing around him and smiling, as if they had read the inscription with him, found it ridiculous, and were asking him to share their opinion. The Traveller acted as if he had not noticed, distributed some coins among them, waited until the table was pushed back over the grave, left the tea house, and went to the harbour.<\/p>\n
In the tea house the Soldier and the Condemned Man had come across some people they knew who detained them. However, they must have broken free of them soon, because by the time the Traveller found himself in the middle of a long staircase which led to the boats, they were already running after him. They probably wanted to force the Traveller at the last minute to take them with him. While the Traveller was haggling at the bottom of the stairs with a sailor about his passage out to the steamer, the two men were racing down the steps in silence, for they did not dare cry out. But as they reached the bottom, the Traveller was already in the boat, and the sailor at once cast off from shore. They could still have jumped into the boat, but the Traveller picked up a heavy knotted rope from the boat bottom, threatened them with it, and thus prevented them from jumping in.<\/p>\n
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