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At
one
table
where
the
position
looked
interesting
,
she
stopped
for
a
moment
.
It
was
the
Richter
-
Rauzer
,
from
the
Sicilian
.
She
had
written
a
small
piece
on
it
for
Chess
Review
a
few
years
before
,
when
she
was
sixteen
.
The
men
were
playing
it
right
,
and
Black
had
a
slight
variation
in
his
pawns
that
she
had
never
seen
before
,
but
it
was
clearly
sound
.
It
was
good
chess
.
First
-
class
chess
,
being
played
by
two
old
men
in
cheap
working
clothes
.
The
man
playing
White
moved
his
king
’
s
bishop
,
looked
up
at
her
and
scowled
.
For
a
moment
she
felt
powerfully
self
-
conscious
among
all
these
old
Russian
men
with
her
nylons
and
pale
-
blue
skirt
and
gray
cashmere
sweater
,
her
hair
cut
and
shaped
in
the
proper
way
for
a
young
American
girl
,
her
feet
in
pumps
that
probably
cost
as
much
money
as
these
men
used
to
earn
in
a
month
.
Then
the
wrinkled
face
of
the
man
who
was
staring
at
her
broke
into
a
broad
,
gap
-
toothed
smile
,
and
said
,
“
Harmon
?
Elisabeta
Harmon
?
”
and
,
surprised
,
she
said
,
“
Da
.
”
Before
she
could
react
further
,
he
stood
up
and
threw
his
arms
around
her
and
hugged
her
and
laughed
,
repeating
,
“
Harmon
!
Harmon
!
”
over
and
over
.
And
then
there
was
a
crowd
of
old
men
in
gray
clothes
around
her
smiling
and
eagerly
holding
out
their
hands
for
her
to
shake
,
eight
or
ten
of
them
talking
to
her
at
once
,
in
Russian
.
*
*
*
Her
games
with
Hellström
and
Shapkin
were
rigorous
,
grim
and
exhausting
,
but
she
was
never
in
any
real
danger
.
The
work
she
had
done
over
the
past
six
months
gave
a
solidity
to
her
opening
moves
that
she
was
able
to
maintain
through
the
middle
game
and
on
to
the
point
at
which
each
of
them
resigned
.
Hellström
clearly
took
it
hard
and
did
not
speak
to
her
afterward
,
but
Shapkin
was
a
very
civilized
,
very
decent
man
,
and
he
resigned
gracefully
even
though
her
win
over
him
was
decisive
and
merciless
.
There
would
be
seven
games
in
all
.
The
players
had
been
given
schedules
during
the
long
orientation
speech
on
the
first
day
;
Beth
kept
hers
in
the
nightstand
by
the
bed
,
in
the
drawer
with
her
bottle
of
green
pills
.
On
the
last
day
she
would
be
playing
the
whites
against
Borgov
.
Today
it
was
Luchenko
,
with
black
.
Luchenko
was
the
oldest
player
there
;
he
had
been
World
Champion
before
Beth
was
born
,
and
played
and
defeated
the
great
Alekhine
in
an
exhibition
when
he
was
a
boy
,
had
drawn
with
Botvinnik
and
crushed
Bronstein
in
Havana
.
He
was
no
longer
the
tiger
he
had
once
been
,
but
Beth
knew
him
to
be
a
dangerous
player
when
allowed
to
attack
.
She
had
gone
through
dozens
of
his
games
from
Chess
Informant
,
some
of
them
during
the
month
with
Benny
in
New
York
,
and
the
power
of
his
attack
had
been
shocking
,
even
to
her
.
He
was
a
formidable
player
and
a
formidable
man
.
She
would
have
to
be
very
careful
.
They
were
at
the
first
table
—
the
one
Borgov
had
played
at
the
day
before
.
Luchenko
made
a
short
bow
,
standing
by
his
chair
while
she
took
her
seat
.
His
suit
today
was
a
silky
gray
,
and
when
he
walked
up
to
the
table
she
had
noticed
his
shoes
—
shiny
black
and
soft
-
looking
,
probably
imported
from
Italy
.
Beth
was
wearing
a
dark
-
green
cotton
dress
with
white
piping
at
the
throat
and
sleeves
.
She
had
slept
soundly
the
night
before
.
She
was
ready
for
him
.
But
on
the
twelfth
move
he
began
to
attack
—
very
subtly
at
first
,
with
pawn
to
queen
rook
three
.
A
half
-
hour
later
he
was
mounting
a
pawn
storm
down
the
queenside
,
and
she
had
to
delay
what
she
was
preparing
to
deal
with
it
.
She
studied
the
board
for
a
long
time
before
bringing
a
knight
over
to
defend
.
She
wasn
’
t
happy
about
doing
it
,
but
it
had
to
be
done
.
She
looked
across
the
board
at
Luchenko
.
He
gave
a
little
shake
of
his
head
—
a
theatrical
shake
—
and
a
tiny
smile
appeared
on
his
lips
.
Then
he
reached
out
and
continued
the
advance
of
his
knight
’
s
pawn
as
if
heedless
of
where
she
now
had
her
knight
.
What
was
he
doing
?
She
studied
the
position
again
and
then
,
shocked
,
she
saw
it
.
If
she
didn
’
t
find
a
way
out
,
she
would
have
to
take
the
rook
pawn
with
her
knight
,
and
four
moves
down
from
that
he
would
be
able
to
bring
his
innocent
-
looking
bishop
from
the
back
rank
out
to
knight
five
,
there
on
her
fractured
queenside
,
and
pick
off
her
queen
rook
in
exchange
for
it
.
It
was
seven
moves
away
,
and
she
hadn
’
t
seen
it
.
