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They
were
in
some
kind
of
anteroom
with
a
closed
door
on
the
far
side
.
Beth
could
hear
a
distant
wave
of
sound
,
and
when
the
director
walked
over
and
opened
the
door
the
sound
became
louder
.
Nothing
was
visible
except
a
dark
curtain
,
but
when
she
could
see
around
it
,
she
sucked
in
her
breath
.
She
was
facing
a
vast
auditorium
filled
with
people
.
It
was
like
the
view
from
the
stage
of
Radio
City
Music
Hall
might
be
with
every
seat
filled
.
The
crowd
stretched
back
for
hundreds
of
yards
,
and
the
aisles
had
folding
chairs
set
up
in
them
with
small
groups
clustered
together
talking
.
As
the
players
came
across
the
wide
carpeted
stage
,
the
sound
died
.
Everyone
stared
at
them
.
Up
above
the
main
floor
was
a
broad
balcony
,
with
a
huge
red
banner
draped
across
it
,
and
above
this
was
row
after
row
of
more
faces
.
On
the
stage
were
four
large
tables
,
each
the
size
of
a
desk
,
each
clearly
new
and
inlaid
with
a
large
chessboard
on
which
the
pieces
were
already
set
up
.
To
the
right
of
each
position
for
Black
sat
an
oversized
,
wooden
-
cased
chess
clock
,
and
to
White
’
s
right
,
a
large
pitcher
of
water
and
two
glasses
.
The
high
-
backed
swivel
chairs
were
set
up
so
the
players
would
be
visible
in
profile
from
the
audience
.
Behind
each
of
them
stood
a
male
referee
in
a
white
shirt
and
black
bow
tie
,
and
behind
each
referee
was
a
display
board
with
the
pieces
in
their
opening
position
.
The
lighting
was
bright
but
indirect
,
coming
from
a
luminous
ceiling
above
the
playing
area
.
The
director
smiled
at
Beth
,
took
her
by
the
hand
and
led
her
out
to
the
center
of
the
stage
.
There
was
no
sound
at
all
in
the
auditorium
.
The
director
spoke
into
an
old
-
fashioned
microphone
on
a
stand
at
center
stage
.
Although
he
was
speaking
in
Russian
,
Beth
understood
the
words
“
chess
”
and
“
the
United
States
”
and
finally
her
name
:
Elizabeth
Harmon
.
The
applause
was
sudden
,
warm
and
thunderous
;
she
felt
it
as
a
physical
thing
.
The
director
escorted
her
to
the
chair
at
the
far
end
and
seated
her
at
the
black
pieces
.
She
watched
as
he
brought
out
each
of
the
other
foreign
players
for
a
short
introduction
and
applause
.
Then
came
the
Russians
,
beginning
with
Laev
.
The
applause
became
deafening
,
and
when
he
got
to
the
last
of
them
,
Vasily
Borgov
,
it
went
on
and
on
.
Her
opponent
for
the
first
game
was
Laev
.
He
was
seated
across
from
her
during
the
ovation
for
Borgov
,
and
she
glanced
at
him
while
it
was
going
on
.
Laev
was
in
his
twenties
.
There
was
a
tight
smile
on
his
lean
and
youthful
face
,
his
brow
was
heavy
with
annoyance
and
with
the
fingers
of
one
slim
hand
he
was
drumming
inaudibly
on
the
table
.
When
the
applause
died
down
,
the
director
,
flushed
with
the
excitement
,
went
to
the
table
where
Borgov
was
playing
the
white
pieces
and
smartly
punched
the
clock
.
Then
he
walked
to
the
next
table
and
did
the
same
thing
,
and
to
the
next
.
At
Beth
’
s
he
smiled
importantly
at
the
two
of
them
and
crisply
pushed
the
button
on
Beth
’
s
side
,
starting
Laev
’
s
clock
.
Laev
sighed
quietly
and
moved
his
king
pawn
to
the
fourth
rank
.
Beth
without
hesitation
moved
her
queen
bishop
pawn
,
relieved
to
be
just
playing
chess
.
The
pieces
were
large
and
solid
;
they
stood
out
with
a
comforting
clarity
on
the
board
,
each
of
them
exactly
centered
in
its
home
square
,
each
sharply
outlined
,
cleanly
turned
,
finely
burnished
.
The
board
had
a
matte
finish
with
a
brass
inlay
around
its
outer
perimeter
.
Her
chair
was
substantial
and
soft
,
yet
firm
;
she
adjusted
herself
in
it
now
,
feeling
its
comfort
,
and
watched
Laev
play
the
king
’
s
knight
to
bishop
three
.
She
picked
up
her
queen
’
s
knight
,
enjoying
the
heaviness
of
the
piece
,
and
set
it
on
queen
bishop
three
.
Laev
played
pawn
to
queen
four
;
she
took
with
her
pawn
,
setting
his
to
the
right
of
the
clock
.
The
referee
,
his
back
to
them
,
repeated
each
move
on
the
big
board
.
There
was
still
a
tightness
in
her
shoulders
,
but
she
began
to
relax
.
It
was
Russia
and
it
was
strange
,
but
it
was
still
chess
.
She
knew
Laev
’
s
style
from
the
bulletins
she
had
been
studying
,
and
she
felt
certain
that
if
she
played
pawn
to
king
four
on
the
sixth
move
,
he
would
follow
the
Boleslavski
Variation
with
his
knight
to
bishop
three
and
then
castle
on
the
kingside
.
He
had
done
that
against
both
Petrosian
and
Tal
,
in
1965
.
Players
sometimes
broke
into
strange
new
lines
at
important
tournaments
,
lines
that
might
have
been
prepared
for
weeks
in
advance
,
but
she
felt
the
Russians
would
not
have
taken
that
trouble
with
her
.
As
far
as
they
knew
,
her
level
of
play
was
roughly
that
of
Benny
Watts
,
and
men
like
Laev
would
not
devote
much
time
to
preparation
for
playing
Benny
.
She
was
not
an
important
player
by
their
standards
;
the
only
unusual
thing
about
her
was
her
sex
,
and
even
that
wasn
’
t
unique
in
Russia
.
There
was
Nona
Gaprindashvili
,
not
up
to
the
level
of
this
tournament
,
but
a
player
who
had
met
all
these
Russian
grandmasters
many
times
before
.
Laev
would
be
expecting
an
easy
win
.
He
brought
the
knight
out
and
castled
as
she
had
expected
.
She
felt
sanguine
about
the
reading
she
had
done
over
the
past
six
months
;
it
was
nice
to
know
what
to
expect
.
She
castled
.
The
game
gradually
began
to
slow
as
they
moved
past
the
opening
without
any
errors
and
into
a
poised
middle
game
with
each
of
them
now
minus
one
knight
and
one
bishop
,
and
with
the
kings
well
protected
and
no
holes
in
either
position
.
By
the
eighteenth
move
the
board
had
a
dangerous
equilibrium
.
This
was
not
the
attack
chess
she
had
made
her
American
reputation
with
;
it
was
chamber
-
music
chess
,
subtle
and
intricate
.
