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Something
in
the
deferential
manner
of
the
tournament
directors
and
the
way
the
other
players
looked
at
her
told
her
that
the
attention
of
the
tournament
had
focused
on
this
game
.
She
and
Benny
were
the
only
players
who
had
come
this
far
without
even
a
draw
.
In
a
round
robin
there
was
no
precedence
of
boards
;
they
would
play
at
the
third
table
in
the
row
that
began
at
the
classroom
door
.
But
attention
was
centered
on
that
table
,
and
the
spectators
,
who
had
already
filled
the
seats
and
now
included
a
dozen
people
standing
,
all
became
quiet
as
she
seated
herself
.
Benny
came
in
a
minute
after
she
did
;
there
was
whispering
when
he
arrived
at
the
table
and
sat
down
.
She
looked
over
at
the
crowd
,
and
a
thought
that
had
been
present
in
her
mind
suddenly
solidified
itself
:
the
two
of
them
were
the
best
players
in
America
.
Benny
was
wearing
his
faded
denim
shirt
with
a
silver
medallion
on
a
chain
.
His
sleeves
were
rolled
up
like
a
laborer
’
s
.
He
was
not
smiling
,
and
he
looked
a
good
deal
older
than
twenty
-
four
.
He
glanced
briefly
at
the
crowd
,
nodded
almost
imperceptibly
to
Beth
,
and
stared
at
the
board
as
the
tournament
director
signaled
for
the
games
to
begin
.
Benny
was
playing
the
white
pieces
.
Beth
punched
his
clock
.
He
played
pawn
to
king
four
,
and
she
did
not
hesitate
;
she
replied
with
pawn
to
queen
bishop
four
:
the
Sicilian
.
He
brought
out
the
king
knight
,
and
she
played
pawn
to
king
three
.
There
was
no
point
in
using
an
obscure
opening
against
Benny
.
He
knew
openings
better
than
she
.
The
place
to
get
him
would
be
in
the
middle
game
,
if
she
could
mount
an
attack
before
he
did
.
But
first
she
would
have
to
get
equality
.
She
felt
a
sensation
she
had
felt
only
once
before
,
in
Mexico
City
playing
Borgov
:
she
felt
like
a
child
trying
to
outsmart
an
adult
.
When
she
made
her
second
move
,
she
looked
across
the
board
at
Benny
and
saw
the
quiet
seriousness
of
his
face
and
felt
unready
for
this
game
with
him
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
so
.
She
knew
in
part
of
herself
that
it
wasn
’
t
,
that
in
Mexico
City
she
had
overwhelmed
a
string
of
professionals
before
wilting
in
the
game
with
Borgov
,
that
she
had
beaten
grandmaster
after
grandmaster
in
this
tournament
,
that
even
when
she
had
been
playing
the
janitor
at
Methuen
Home
as
an
eight
-
year
-
old
she
had
played
with
a
solidity
that
was
altogether
remarkable
,
altogether
professional
.
Yet
she
felt
now
,
however
illogically
,
inexperienced
.
Benny
thought
for
several
minutes
and
made
an
unusual
move
.
Instead
of
playing
the
queen
pawn
,
he
pushed
the
queen
bishop
pawn
to
the
fourth
rank
.
It
sat
there
,
facing
her
queen
bishop
pawn
,
unsupported
.
She
looked
at
it
for
a
minute
,
wondering
what
he
had
in
mind
.
He
might
be
going
for
the
Maróczy
Bind
,
but
doing
it
out
of
the
normal
sequence
.
It
was
new
—
something
probably
planned
especially
for
this
game
.
She
suddenly
felt
embarrassed
,
aware
that
although
she
had
gone
through
Benny
’
s
game
book
,
she
had
prepared
nothing
special
for
today
and
had
approached
it
as
she
always
approached
chess
,
ready
to
play
by
intuition
and
attack
.
And
then
she
began
to
see
that
there
was
nothing
sinister
about
Benny
’
s
move
,
nothing
she
could
not
handle
.
It
became
clear
to
her
that
she
did
not
have
to
play
into
it
.
She
could
decline
the
invitation
.
If
she
played
her
knight
to
queen
bishop
three
,
his
move
might
be
wasted
.
Maybe
he
was
only
fishing
for
a
quick
advantage
—
as
though
playing
speed
chess
.
She
brought
her
knight
out
.
What
the
hell
,
as
Alma
Wheatley
would
say
.
Benny
played
pawn
to
queen
four
;
she
took
the
pawn
,
and
he
retook
with
his
knight
.
