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Czernobog
took
another
of
Shadow
’
s
pieces
.
Shadow
took
two
of
Czernobog
’
s
.
From
the
corridor
came
the
smell
of
unfamiliar
foods
cooking
.
While
not
all
of
the
smells
were
appetizing
,
Shadow
realized
suddenly
how
hungry
he
was
.
The
two
men
moved
their
pieces
,
black
and
white
,
turn
and
turnabout
.
A
flurry
of
pieces
taken
,
a
blossoming
of
two
-
piece
-
high
kings
:
no
longer
forced
to
move
only
forward
on
the
board
,
a
sideways
slip
at
a
time
,
the
kings
could
move
forward
or
back
,
which
made
them
doubly
dangerous
.
They
had
reached
the
farthest
row
,
and
could
go
where
they
wanted
.
Czernobog
had
three
kings
,
Shadow
had
two
.
Czernobog
moved
one
of
his
kings
around
the
board
,
eliminating
Shadow
’
s
remaining
pieces
,
while
using
the
other
two
kings
to
keep
Shadow
’
s
kings
pinned
down
.
And
then
Czernobog
made
a
fourth
king
,
and
returned
down
the
board
to
Shadow
’
s
two
kings
,
and
,
unsmiling
,
took
them
both
.
And
that
was
that
.
"
So
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
I
get
to
knock
out
your
brains
.
And
you
will
go
on
your
knees
willingly
.
Is
good
.
"
He
reached
out
an
old
hand
,
and
patted
Shadow
’
s
arm
with
it
.
"
We
’
ve
still
got
time
before
dinner
’
s
ready
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
want
another
game
?
Same
terms
?
"
Czernobog
lit
another
cigarette
,
from
a
kitchen
box
of
matches
.
"
How
can
it
be
same
terms
?
You
want
I
should
kill
you
twice
?
"
"
Right
now
,
you
have
one
blow
,
that
’
s
all
.
You
told
me
yourself
that
it
’
s
not
just
strength
,
it
’
s
skill
too
.
This
way
,
if
you
win
this
game
,
you
get
two
blows
to
my
head
.
"
Czernobog
glowered
.
"
One
blow
is
all
it
takes
,
one
blow
.
That
is
the
art
.
"
He
patted
his
upper
right
arm
,
where
the
muscles
were
,
with
his
left
,
scattering
gray
ash
from
the
cigarette
in
his
left
hand
.
