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           "Buttheyhavepermissionfromhigheruptogetthemselvespaintedlikethis.It’slaiddownquitestrictlyjustwhatsortofportraiteachofthemcangetforhimself.Onlyit’sapitythatyoucan’tmakeoutthedetailsofhiscostumeandposeinthispicture,pastelcoloursaren’treallysuitableforshowingpeoplelikethis.""Yes,"saidK.,"itdoesseemoddthatit’sinpastelcolours.""That’swhatthejudgewanted,"saidthepainter,"it’smeanttobeforawoman."Thesightofthepictureseemedtomakehimfeellikeworking,herolleduphisshirtsleeves,pickedupafewofthecrayons,andK.watchedasareddishshadowbuiltuparoundtheheadofthejudgeundertheirquiveringtipsandradiatedoutthetoedgesofthepicture.Thisshadowplayslowlysurroundedtheheadlikeadecorationorloftydistinction.ButaroundthefigureofJustice,apartfromsomecolorationthatwasbarelynoticeable,itremainedlight,andinthisbrightnessthefigureseemedtoshineforwardsothatitnowlookedlikeneithertheGodofJusticenortheGodofVictory,itseemednow,rather,tobeaperfectdepictionoftheGodoftheHunt.K.foundthepainter’sworkmoreengrossingthanhehadwanted;butfinallyhereproachedhimselfforstayingsolongwithouthavingdoneanythingrelevanttohisownaffair."What’sthenameofthisjudge?"heaskedsuddenly."I’mnotallowedtotellyouthat,"thepainteranswered.Hewasbentdeeplyoverthepictureandclearlyneglectinghisguestwho,atfirst,hehadreceivedwithsuchcare.K.