In the Penal Colony | Page 4

the penal colony I have been appointed judge.
In spite of my youth. For I stood at the side of our Old 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's true the New Commandant has
already shown a desire to get mixed up in my court, but I've succeeded
so far in fending him off. And I'll continue to be successful. You want
this case explained. It's simple -- just 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 task
is to stand up every time the clock strikes the hour and salute in front of
the captain's door. That's certainly not a difficult duty -- and it's
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, 'Throw away that whip or I'll eat you up.' 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't release him
again. Now, does that clarify everything? But time is passing. We
should be starting the execution, and I haven't finished explaining the
apparatus yet."
He urged the traveler to sit down in his chair, moved to the apparatus
again, and started, "As 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?" He leaned forward to the Traveler in a
friendly way, ready to give the most comprehensive explanation.
The Traveler 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 cope with.
Following this train of thought, the Traveler asked, "Will the
Commandant be present at the execution?" "That is not certain," said
the Officer, embarrassingly affected by the sudden question, and his
friendly expression made a grimace. "That's why we need to hurry up.
As much as I regret the fact, I'll have to make my explanation even
shorter. But tomorrow, once the apparatus is clean again -- the fact that
it gets so very dirty is its only fault -- I could add a detailed explanation.
So now, only the most important 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 this position, this steel
cable tightens up 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
securely, but after several attempts we