Some minutes passed in silence.
"He has no fever," said Keyork looking at the little instrument.

"I will call the Individual and we will take him away." "Where ?" "To his lodging, of course.

Where else ?" He turned and went towards the door.
In a moment, Unorna was kneeling again by Kafka's side, her hand upon his forehead, her lips close to his ear.
"This is the last time that I will use my power on you or upon any one," she said quickly, for the time was short.

"Obey me, as you must.

Do you understand me?
Will you obey ?" "Yes," came the faint answer as from very far off.
"You will wake two hours from now.