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“
Goodness
!
”
he
said
and
left
.
When
he
was
gone
,
she
stood
by
the
Coke
machine
for
several
minutes
going
over
the
game
,
and
then
she
saw
it
.
There
was
an
empty
tournament
board
on
a
table
near
her
;
she
set
up
the
position
before
castling
against
Beltik
,
just
to
be
certain
,
but
she
felt
a
knot
in
her
stomach
doing
it
.
Beltik
could
have
made
the
pin
,
and
then
his
queen
knight
became
a
threat
.
She
had
to
break
the
pin
and
then
protect
against
a
fork
with
that
damned
knight
,
and
after
that
he
had
a
rook
threat
and
,
bingo
,
there
went
her
pawn
.
It
could
have
been
crucial
.
But
what
was
worse
,
she
hadn
’
t
seen
it
.
And
Benny
Watts
,
just
reading
Life
magazine
,
reading
about
a
player
he
knew
nothing
about
,
had
picked
it
up
.
She
was
standing
at
the
board
;
she
bit
her
lip
,
reached
down
and
toppled
the
king
.
She
had
been
so
proud
of
finding
an
error
in
a
Morphy
game
when
she
was
in
seventh
grade
.
Now
she
’
d
had
something
like
that
done
to
her
,
and
she
did
not
like
it
.
Not
at
all
.
She
was
sitting
behind
the
white
pieces
at
Board
One
when
Watts
came
in
.
When
he
shook
her
hand
,
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
“
Knight
to
knight
five
.
Right
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
she
said
,
between
her
teeth
.
A
flash
bulb
popped
.
Beth
pushed
her
queen
’
s
pawn
to
queen
four
.
She
played
the
Queen
’
s
Gambit
against
him
and
by
midgame
felt
with
dismay
that
it
had
been
a
mistake
.
The
Queen
’
s
Gambit
could
lead
to
complicated
positions
,
and
this
one
was
Byzantine
.
There
were
half
a
dozen
threats
on
each
side
,
and
the
thing
that
made
her
nervous
,
that
made
her
reach
out
for
a
piece
several
times
and
then
stop
her
hand
before
touching
it
and
draw
back
,
was
that
she
didn
’
t
trust
herself
.
She
did
not
trust
herself
to
see
everything
Benny
Watts
could
see
.
He
played
with
a
calm
,
pleasant
precision
,
picking
up
his
pieces
lightly
and
setting
them
down
noiselessly
,
sometimes
smiling
to
himself
as
he
did
so
.
Every
move
he
made
looked
solid
as
a
rock
.
Beth
’
s
great
strength
was
in
fast
attack
,
and
she
could
find
no
way
to
attack
.
By
the
sixteenth
move
she
was
furious
with
herself
for
playing
the
gambit
in
the
first
place
.
There
must
have
been
forty
people
clustered
around
the
especially
large
wooden
table
.
There
was
a
brown
velvet
curtain
behind
them
with
the
names
HARMON
and
WATTS
pinned
to
it
.
The
horrible
feeling
,
at
the
bottom
of
the
anger
and
fear
,
was
that
she
was
the
weaker
player
—
that
Benny
Watts
knew
more
about
chess
than
she
did
and
could
play
it
better
.
It
was
a
new
feeling
for
her
,
and
it
seemed
to
bind
and
restrict
her
as
she
had
not
been
bound
and
restricted
since
the
last
time
she
sat
in
Mrs
.
Deardorff
’
s
office
.
For
a
moment
she
looked
over
the
crowd
around
the
table
,
trying
to
find
Mrs
.
Wheatley
,
but
she
was
not
there
.
Beth
turned
back
to
the
board
and
looked
briefly
at
Benny
.
He
smiled
at
her
serenely
,
as
though
he
were
offering
her
a
drink
rather
than
a
head
-
splitting
chess
position
.
Beth
set
her
elbows
on
the
table
,
leaned
her
cheeks
against
her
clenched
fists
and
began
to
concentrate
.
After
a
moment
a
simple
thought
came
to
her
:
I
’
m
not
playing
Benny
Watts
;
I
’
m
playing
chess
.
She
looked
at
him
again
.
His
eyes
were
studying
the
board
now
.
He
can
’
t
move
until
I
do
.
He
can
only
move
one
piece
at
a
time
.
She
looked
back
to
the
board
and
began
to
consider
the
effects
of
trading
,
to
picture
where
the
pawns
would
be
if
the
pieces
that
clogged
the
center
were
exchanged
.
If
she
took
his
king
knight
with
her
bishop
and
he
retook
with
the
queen
pawn
…
No
good
.
She
could
advance
the
knight
and
force
a
trade
.
That
was
better
.
She
blinked
and
began
to
relax
,
forming
and
reforming
the
relationships
of
pawns
in
her
mind
,
searching
for
a
way
of
forcing
an
advantage
.
There
was
nothing
in
front
of
her
now
but
the
sixty
-
four
squares
and
the
shifting
architecture
of
pawns
—
a
jagged
skyline
of
imaginary
pawns
,
black
and
white
,
that
flowed
and
shifted
as
she
tried
variation
after
variation
,
branch
after
branch
of
the
game
tree
that
grew
from
each
set
of
moves
.
One
branch
began
to
look
better
than
the
others
.
She
followed
it
for
several
half
-
moves
to
the
possibilities
that
grew
from
it
,
holding
in
her
mind
the
whole
set
of
imaginary
positions
until
she
found
one
that
had
what
she
wanted
to
find
.
