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Beth
realized
with
surprise
that
the
climb
had
been
easy
for
her
.
She
decided
to
take
long
walks
during
her
week
there
.
Maybe
she
could
find
a
gym
somewhere
.
When
she
walked
up
the
hill
to
the
tournament
in
the
morning
,
the
air
was
still
splendid
and
the
colors
bright
,
but
she
was
tense
.
The
elevator
in
the
big
hotel
was
crowded
.
Several
people
in
it
stared
at
her
,
and
she
looked
away
nervously
.
The
man
at
the
desk
stopped
what
he
was
doing
the
minute
she
walked
up
.
“
Do
I
register
here
?
”
she
asked
.
“
No
need
,
Miss
Harmon
.
Just
go
on
in
.
”
“
Which
board
?
”
He
raised
his
eyebrows
.
“
Board
One
.
”
Board
One
was
in
a
room
by
itself
.
The
table
was
on
a
three
-
foot
-
high
platform
,
and
a
display
board
as
big
as
a
home
-
movie
screen
stood
behind
it
.
On
each
side
of
the
table
was
a
big
swivel
chair
of
brown
leather
and
chrome
.
It
was
five
minutes
before
starting
time
,
and
the
room
was
jammed
with
people
;
she
had
to
push
her
way
through
them
to
the
playing
space
.
As
she
did
so
,
the
buzz
of
talk
died
down
.
Everyone
looked
at
her
.
When
she
climbed
the
steps
to
the
platform
,
they
began
to
applaud
.
She
tried
not
to
let
her
face
show
anything
,
but
she
was
frightened
.
The
last
game
of
chess
she
had
played
was
five
months
before
,
and
she
had
lost
it
.
She
didn
’
t
even
know
who
her
opponent
was
;
she
hadn
’
t
thought
to
ask
.
She
sat
there
for
a
moment
with
her
mind
nearly
empty
,
and
then
an
arrogant
-
looking
young
man
came
briskly
through
the
crowd
and
up
the
steps
.
He
had
long
black
hair
and
a
broad
,
drooping
mustache
.
She
recognized
him
from
somewhere
,
and
when
he
introduced
himself
as
Andy
Levitt
,
she
remembered
the
name
from
Chess
Review
.
He
seated
himself
stiffly
.
A
tournament
director
came
up
to
the
table
and
spoke
quietly
to
Levitt
.
“
You
can
start
her
clock
now
.
”
Levitt
reached
out
,
looking
unconcerned
,
and
pressed
the
button
on
Beth
’
s
clock
.
She
held
herself
steady
and
played
her
queen
’
s
pawn
,
keeping
her
eyes
on
the
board
.
By
the
time
they
had
got
into
the
middle
game
,
there
were
people
jammed
in
the
doorway
and
someone
was
shushing
the
crowd
and
trying
to
maintain
order
.
She
had
never
seen
so
many
spectators
at
a
match
.
She
turned
her
attention
back
to
the
board
and
carefully
brought
a
rook
to
an
open
file
.
If
Levitt
didn
’
t
find
a
way
to
prevent
it
,
she
could
try
attacking
in
three
moves
.
If
she
wasn
’
t
missing
something
in
the
position
.
She
started
moving
in
on
him
cautiously
,
prying
the
pawns
loose
from
his
castled
king
.
Then
she
took
a
deep
breath
and
brought
a
rook
to
the
seventh
rank
.
She
could
hear
at
the
back
of
her
mind
the
voice
of
the
chess
bum
in
Cincinnati
years
before
:
“
Bone
in
the
throat
,
a
rook
on
the
seventh
rank
.
”
She
looked
across
the
board
at
Levitt
.
He
looked
as
if
it
were
indeed
a
chicken
bone
and
deeply
imbedded
.
Something
in
her
exulted
,
seeing
him
try
to
hide
his
confusion
.
And
when
she
followed
the
rook
with
her
queen
,
looking
brutal
on
the
seventh
rank
,
he
resigned
immediately
.
The
applause
in
the
room
was
loud
and
enthusiastic
.
When
she
came
down
from
the
platform
she
was
smiling
.
