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She
looked
around
again
.
The
other
games
were
finished
.
That
was
a
surprise
.
She
looked
at
her
watch
.
It
was
after
one
o
’
clock
.
They
had
been
playing
for
over
three
hours
.
She
turned
her
attention
back
to
the
board
,
studied
it
a
few
minutes
and
brought
her
queen
to
the
center
.
It
was
time
to
apply
more
pressure
.
She
looked
across
the
table
at
Borgov
.
He
was
as
unruffled
as
ever
.
He
did
not
meet
her
eyes
but
kept
his
on
the
board
,
studying
her
queen
move
.
Then
he
shrugged
almost
imperceptibly
and
attacked
the
queen
with
a
rook
.
She
had
known
he
might
do
that
,
and
she
had
her
response
ready
.
She
interposed
a
knight
,
threatening
a
check
that
would
take
the
rook
.
He
would
have
to
move
the
king
now
and
she
would
bring
the
queen
over
to
the
rook
file
.
She
could
see
half
a
dozen
ways
of
threatening
him
from
there
,
with
threats
more
urgent
than
the
ones
she
had
been
making
.
Borgov
moved
immediately
,
and
he
did
not
move
his
king
.
He
merely
advanced
a
rook
pawn
.
She
had
to
study
it
for
five
minutes
before
seeing
what
he
was
up
to
.
If
she
checked
him
,
he
would
let
her
take
the
rook
and
then
station
his
bishop
ahead
of
the
pawn
he
had
just
pushed
,
and
she
would
have
to
move
her
queen
.
She
held
her
breath
,
alarmed
.
Her
rook
on
the
back
rank
would
fall
,
and
with
it
two
pawns
.
That
would
be
disastrous
.
She
had
to
back
her
queen
off
to
a
place
where
it
could
escape
.
She
gritted
her
teeth
and
moved
it
.
Borgov
brought
the
bishop
out
,
anyway
,
where
the
pawn
protected
it
.
She
stared
at
it
a
moment
before
the
meaning
of
it
dawned
on
her
;
any
of
the
several
moves
she
could
make
to
dislodge
it
would
cost
her
in
some
way
,
and
if
she
left
it
there
,
it
strengthened
everything
about
his
position
.
She
looked
up
at
his
face
.
He
was
regarding
her
now
with
a
hint
of
a
smile
.
She
looked
quickly
back
at
the
board
.
She
tried
countering
with
one
of
her
own
bishops
,
but
he
neutralized
it
with
a
pawn
move
that
blocked
the
diagonal
.
She
had
played
beautifully
,
was
still
playing
beautifully
,
but
he
was
outplaying
her
.
She
would
have
to
bear
down
harder
.
She
did
bear
down
harder
and
found
excellent
moves
,
as
good
as
any
she
had
ever
found
,
but
they
were
not
enough
.
By
the
thirty
-
fifth
her
throat
was
dry
,
and
what
she
saw
in
front
of
her
on
the
board
was
the
disarray
of
her
position
and
the
growing
strength
of
Borgov
’
s
.
It
was
incredible
.
She
was
playing
her
best
chess
,
and
he
was
beating
her
.
On
the
thirty
-
eighth
move
he
brought
his
rook
crisply
down
to
her
second
rank
for
the
first
threat
of
mate
.
She
could
see
clearly
enough
how
to
parry
that
,
but
behind
it
were
more
and
more
threats
that
would
either
mate
her
or
take
her
queen
or
give
him
a
second
queen
.
She
felt
sick
.
For
a
moment
it
dizzied
her
just
to
look
at
the
board
,
at
the
visible
manifestation
of
her
own
powerlessness
.
She
did
not
topple
her
king
.
She
stood
up
,
and
looking
at
his
emotionless
face
,
said
,
“
I
resign
.
”
Borgov
nodded
.
She
turned
and
walked
out
of
the
room
,
feeling
physically
ill
.
*
*
*
The
plane
back
to
New
York
was
like
a
trap
;
she
sat
in
her
window
seat
and
could
not
escape
the
memory
of
the
game
,
could
not
stop
playing
through
it
in
her
mind
.
Several
times
the
stewardess
offered
her
a
drink
,
but
she
forced
herself
to
decline
.
She
wanted
one
only
too
badly
;
it
was
frightening
.
She
took
tranquilizers
,
but
the
knot
would
not
leave
her
stomach
.
She
had
made
no
mistakes
.
She
had
played
extraordinarily
well
.
And
at
the
end
of
it
her
position
was
a
shambles
,
and
Borgov
looked
as
though
it
had
been
nothing
.
