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He
gave
it
a
half
-
hour
and
found
nothing
.
Finally
he
took
the
knight
.
She
took
the
rook
,
wanting
to
shout
with
joy
as
it
came
off
the
board
,
and
he
took
her
bishop
.
Then
she
checked
,
he
interposed
,
and
she
pushed
the
pawn
up
to
the
knight
.
She
looked
at
him
again
.
The
game
would
be
even
now
.
The
elegant
look
was
gone
.
He
had
become
a
rumpled
old
man
in
an
expensive
suit
,
and
it
suddenly
occurred
to
her
that
she
wasn
’
t
the
only
one
exhausted
by
the
games
of
the
past
six
days
.
Luchenko
was
fifty
-
seven
.
She
was
nineteen
.
And
she
had
worked
out
with
Jolene
for
five
months
in
Lexington
.
From
that
point
on
,
the
resistance
left
him
.
There
was
no
clear
positional
reason
why
she
should
be
able
to
hurry
him
to
a
resignation
after
taking
his
knight
;
it
was
a
theoretically
even
game
.
His
queenside
pawns
were
strongly
placed
.
But
now
she
whittled
away
at
the
pawns
,
throwing
subtle
threats
at
them
while
attacking
his
remaining
bishop
and
forcing
him
to
protect
the
key
pawn
with
his
queen
.
When
he
did
that
,
brought
up
his
queen
to
hold
his
pawns
together
,
she
knew
she
had
him
.
She
focused
her
mind
on
his
king
,
giving
full
attention
to
attack
.
There
were
twenty
-
five
minutes
left
on
her
clock
and
Luchenko
still
had
nearly
an
hour
,
but
she
gave
twenty
of
her
minutes
to
working
it
out
and
then
struck
,
bringing
her
king
rook
pawn
up
to
the
fourth
rank
.
It
was
a
clear
announcement
of
her
intentions
,
and
he
gave
it
long
,
hard
thought
before
moving
.
She
used
the
time
his
clock
was
ticking
to
work
it
all
out
—
every
variation
on
each
of
the
moves
he
might
make
.
She
found
an
answer
to
anything
he
might
do
,
and
when
he
finally
made
his
move
,
bringing
his
queen
,
wastefully
,
over
to
protect
,
she
ignored
the
chance
to
grab
one
of
his
attacking
pawns
and
advanced
her
king
rook
pawn
another
square
.
It
was
a
splendid
move
,
and
she
knew
it
.
Her
heart
exulted
with
it
.
She
looked
across
the
board
at
him
.
He
seemed
lost
in
thought
,
as
though
he
had
been
reading
philosophy
and
had
just
set
down
the
book
to
contemplate
a
difficult
proposition
.
His
face
was
gray
now
,
with
tiny
wrinkles
reticulating
the
dry
skin
.
He
bit
his
thumb
again
,
and
she
saw
,
shocked
,
that
his
beautiful
manicure
of
yesterday
had
been
chewed
ragged
.
He
glanced
over
at
her
with
a
brief
,
weary
glance
—
a
glance
with
great
weight
of
experience
and
a
whole
long
career
of
chess
in
it
—
and
back
one
final
time
at
her
rook
pawn
,
now
on
the
fifth
rank
.
Then
he
stood
up
.
“
Excellent
!
”
he
said
,
in
English
.
“
A
beautiful
recovery
!
”
His
words
were
so
conciliatory
that
she
was
astonished
.
She
was
unsure
what
to
say
.
“
Excellent
!
”
he
said
again
.
He
reached
down
and
picked
up
his
king
,
held
it
thoughtfully
for
a
moment
and
set
it
on
its
side
on
the
board
.
He
smiled
wearily
.
“
I
resign
with
relief
.
”
His
naturalness
and
lack
of
rancor
made
her
suddenly
ashamed
.
She
held
out
her
hand
to
him
,
and
he
shook
it
warmly
.
“
I
’
ve
played
games
of
yours
ever
since
I
was
a
small
girl
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
’
ve
always
admired
you
.
”
He
looked
at
her
thoughtfully
for
a
moment
.
“
You
are
nineteen
?
”
