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She
leaned
her
elbows
on
the
table
and
rested
her
cheeks
against
clenched
fists
.
She
had
to
work
this
out
.
She
put
Luchenko
and
the
crowded
auditorium
and
the
ticking
of
her
clock
and
everything
else
out
of
her
mind
and
studied
,
going
through
dozens
of
continuations
carefully
.
But
there
was
nothing
.
The
best
she
could
do
was
give
up
the
exchange
and
get
his
rook
pawn
as
consolation
.
And
he
would
still
have
his
queenside
attack
going
.
She
hated
it
,
but
it
had
to
be
done
.
She
should
have
seen
it
coming
.
She
pushed
up
her
queen
rook
pawn
as
she
had
to
and
watched
the
moves
play
themselves
out
.
Seven
moves
later
he
got
the
rook
for
his
bishop
,
and
her
stomach
knotted
when
she
saw
him
take
up
the
piece
in
his
hand
and
set
it
down
at
the
side
of
the
board
.
When
she
took
the
rook
pawn
two
moves
later
it
was
no
real
help
.
She
was
behind
in
the
game
,
and
her
whole
body
was
tense
.
Just
stopping
the
advance
of
his
pawns
down
the
queenside
was
grim
work
.
She
had
to
return
the
pawn
she
had
taken
from
him
to
manage
it
,
and
that
done
,
he
was
doubling
his
rooks
on
the
king
file
.
He
wouldn
’
t
let
up
.
She
made
a
threat
toward
his
king
as
a
cover
and
managed
to
trade
off
one
of
his
rooks
for
her
remaining
one
.
It
did
no
good
to
trade
when
you
were
down
,
because
it
increased
his
advantage
,
but
she
had
to
do
it
.
Luchenko
gave
up
the
traded
piece
casually
,
and
she
looked
at
his
snow
-
white
hair
as
he
took
hers
in
exchange
,
hating
him
for
it
.
Hating
him
for
his
theatrical
hair
and
hating
him
for
being
ahead
of
her
by
the
exchange
.
If
they
went
on
trading
,
she
would
be
ground
down
to
nothing
.
She
had
to
find
a
way
to
stop
him
.
The
middle
game
was
Byzantine
.
They
were
both
entrenched
with
every
piece
supported
at
least
once
and
many
of
them
twice
.
She
fought
to
avoid
trades
and
to
find
a
wedge
that
could
bring
her
back
to
even
;
he
countered
everything
she
attempted
,
moving
his
pieces
surely
with
his
beautifully
manicured
hand
.
The
intervals
between
moves
were
long
.
Every
now
and
then
she
would
see
a
glimmer
of
a
possibility
way
down
the
line
,
eight
or
ten
moves
away
,
but
she
was
never
able
to
make
it
materialize
.
He
had
brought
his
rook
to
the
third
rank
and
put
it
above
his
castled
king
;
its
movement
was
limited
there
to
three
squares
.
If
she
could
only
find
a
way
to
trap
it
before
he
lifted
the
knight
that
held
it
back
.
She
concentrated
on
it
as
strongly
as
she
knew
how
,
feeling
for
a
moment
as
though
the
intensity
of
her
concentration
might
burn
the
rook
off
the
board
like
a
laser
beam
.
She
attacked
it
mentally
with
knights
,
pawns
,
the
queen
,
even
with
her
king
.
She
mentally
forced
him
to
raise
a
pawn
so
that
it
cut
off
two
of
the
rook
’
s
flight
squares
,
but
she
could
find
nothing
.
Feeling
dizzy
from
the
effort
,
she
pulled
her
elbows
off
the
table
,
put
her
arms
in
her
lap
,
shook
her
head
and
looked
at
her
clock
.
She
had
less
than
fifteen
minutes
.
Alarmed
,
she
looked
down
at
her
score
sheet
.
She
had
to
make
three
more
moves
before
her
flag
fell
or
she
would
forfeit
.
Luchenko
had
forty
minutes
left
on
his
clock
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
but
move
.
She
had
already
considered
knight
to
knight
five
and
knew
it
was
sound
,
although
of
no
particular
help
.
She
moved
it
.
His
reply
was
what
she
expected
,
forcing
her
to
bring
the
knight
back
to
king
four
,
where
she
had
planned
for
it
to
be
in
the
first
place
.
She
had
seven
minutes
left
.
She
studied
carefully
and
put
her
bishop
on
the
diagonal
that
his
rook
sat
on
.
He
moved
the
rook
,
as
she
knew
he
would
.
She
signaled
the
tournament
director
,
wrote
her
next
move
on
the
score
sheet
,
holding
her
other
hand
over
it
to
hide
it
from
Luchenko
,
and
folded
the
sheet
to
seal
it
.
When
the
director
came
over
,
she
said
,
“
Adjournment
,
”
and
waited
for
him
to
get
the
envelope
.
She
was
exhausted
.
There
was
no
applause
when
she
got
up
and
walked
wearily
off
the
stage
.
*
*
*
It
was
a
hot
night
and
she
had
the
window
open
in
her
room
while
she
sat
at
the
ornate
writing
desk
with
her
chessboard
on
it
,
studying
the
adjourned
position
,
looking
for
ways
to
embarrass
Luchenko
’
s
rook
,
or
to
use
the
rook
’
s
vulnerability
as
a
cover
for
attacking
him
somewhere
else
.
After
two
hours
of
it
,
the
heat
in
the
room
had
become
unbearable
.
She
decided
to
go
down
to
the
lobby
and
then
take
a
walk
around
the
block
—
if
that
was
safe
and
legal
.
She
felt
dizzy
from
too
much
chess
and
too
little
food
.
It
would
be
nice
to
have
a
cheeseburger
.
She
laughed
wryly
at
herself
;
a
cheeseburger
was
what
an
American
of
a
type
she
thought
she
would
never
be
craved
when
traveling
abroad
.
God
,
was
she
tired
!
She
would
take
a
brief
walk
and
come
back
to
bed
.
She
wouldn
’
t
be
playing
the
adjournment
out
until
tomorrow
night
;
there
would
be
more
time
for
studying
it
after
her
game
with
Flento
.
The
elevator
was
at
the
far
end
of
the
hall
.
Because
of
the
heat
,
several
rooms
were
open
,
and
as
she
approached
one
of
them
she
could
hear
deep
male
voices
in
some
kind
of
discussion
.
When
she
was
even
with
the
doorway
she
looked
inside
.
