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When
she
finished
,
forcing
a
resignation
after
nearly
four
hours
,
she
looked
up
and
saw
that
the
pieces
were
gone
from
the
next
table
and
Borgov
had
left
.
Leaving
,
she
stopped
at
the
desk
and
asked
whom
she
would
be
playing
in
the
morning
.
The
director
shuffled
through
his
papers
and
smiled
faintly
.
“
Grandmaster
Borgov
,
mademoiselle
.
”
She
had
expected
it
,
but
her
breath
caught
when
he
said
it
.
That
night
she
took
three
tranquilizers
and
went
to
bed
early
,
uncertain
if
she
could
relax
enough
to
sleep
.
But
she
slept
beautifully
and
awoke
refreshed
at
eight
,
feeling
confident
,
smart
and
ready
.
*
*
*
When
she
came
in
and
saw
him
sitting
at
the
table
,
he
did
not
seem
so
formidable
.
He
was
wearing
his
usual
dark
suit
,
and
his
coarse
black
hair
was
combed
neatly
back
from
his
forehead
.
His
face
was
,
as
always
,
impassive
,
but
it
did
not
look
threatening
.
He
stood
up
politely
,
and
when
she
offered
her
hand
he
shook
it
,
but
he
did
not
smile
.
She
would
be
playing
the
white
pieces
;
when
they
seated
themselves
he
pressed
the
button
on
her
clock
.
She
had
already
decided
what
to
do
.
Despite
Benny
’
s
advice
,
she
would
play
pawn
to
king
four
and
hope
for
the
Sicilian
.
She
had
gone
through
all
of
Borgov
’
s
published
Sicilian
games
.
She
did
it
,
picking
up
the
pawn
and
setting
it
on
the
fourth
rank
,
and
when
he
played
his
queen
bishop
pawn
she
felt
a
pleasant
thrill
.
She
was
ready
for
him
.
She
played
her
knight
to
king
bishop
three
;
he
brought
his
to
queen
bishop
three
,
and
by
the
sixth
move
they
were
in
the
Boleslavski
.
She
knew
,
move
by
move
,
eight
games
in
which
Borgov
had
played
this
variation
,
had
gone
over
each
of
them
with
Benny
,
analyzing
each
remorselessly
.
He
started
the
variation
with
pawn
to
king
four
on
the
sixth
move
;
she
played
knight
to
knight
three
with
the
certainty
that
came
from
knowing
she
was
right
,
and
then
looked
across
the
board
at
him
.
He
was
leaning
a
cheek
against
a
fist
,
looking
down
at
the
board
like
any
other
chess
player
.
Borgov
was
strong
,
imperturbable
and
wily
,
but
there
was
no
sorcery
in
his
play
.
He
put
his
bishop
on
king
two
without
looking
at
her
.
She
castled
.
He
castled
.
She
looked
around
herself
at
the
bright
,
beautifully
furnished
room
she
was
in
with
its
two
other
games
of
chess
quietly
in
progress
.
By
the
fifteenth
move
she
began
to
see
combinations
opening
up
on
both
sides
,
and
by
the
twentieth
she
was
startled
by
her
own
clarity
.
Her
mind
moved
with
ease
,
picking
its
way
delicately
among
the
combination
of
moves
.
She
began
to
pressure
him
along
the
queen
bishop
file
,
threatening
a
double
attack
.
He
side
-
stepped
this
,
and
she
strengthened
her
center
pawns
.
Her
position
opened
more
and
more
,
and
the
possibilities
for
attack
increased
,
although
Borgov
seemed
to
side
-
step
them
just
in
time
.
She
knew
this
might
happen
and
it
did
not
dismay
her
;
she
felt
in
herself
an
inexhaustible
ability
to
find
strong
,
threatening
moves
.
She
had
never
played
better
.
She
would
force
him
by
a
series
of
threats
to
compromise
his
position
,
and
then
she
would
mount
threats
that
were
double
and
triple
and
that
he
would
not
be
able
to
avoid
.
Already
his
queen
bishop
was
locked
in
by
moves
she
had
forced
,
and
his
queen
was
tied
down
protecting
a
rook
.
Her
pieces
were
freeing
themselves
more
with
every
move
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
end
to
her
ability
to
find
threats
.
