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Borgov
’
s
wits
,
it
turned
out
,
were
formidable
.
By
the
fourteenth
move
he
had
equality
and
possibly
an
edge
.
She
steeled
herself
,
kept
her
eyes
from
his
face
,
and
played
the
best
chess
she
knew
,
developing
her
pieces
,
defending
everywhere
,
watching
every
opportunity
for
an
opened
file
,
a
clear
diagonal
,
a
doubled
pawn
,
a
potential
fork
or
pin
or
hurdle
or
skewer
.
This
time
she
saw
the
whole
board
in
her
mind
and
caught
every
change
of
balance
in
the
power
that
shifted
over
its
surface
.
Each
particle
of
it
was
neutralized
by
its
counter
-
particle
,
but
each
was
ready
to
discharge
itself
if
allowed
and
break
the
structure
open
.
If
she
let
his
rook
out
,
it
would
tear
her
apart
.
If
he
allowed
her
queen
to
move
to
the
bishop
file
,
his
king
’
s
protection
would
topple
.
She
must
not
permit
his
bishop
to
check
.
He
could
not
allow
her
to
raise
the
rook
pawn
.
For
hours
she
did
not
look
at
him
or
the
audience
or
even
the
referee
.
In
the
whole
of
her
mind
,
in
the
whole
of
her
attention
she
saw
only
those
embodiments
of
danger
—
knight
,
bishop
,
rook
,
pawn
,
king
and
queen
.
It
was
Borgov
who
spoke
the
word
“
Adjourn
.
”
He
said
it
in
English
.
She
looked
at
her
clock
uncomprehendingly
before
she
realized
that
neither
flag
had
fallen
and
that
Borgov
’
s
was
closer
to
it
than
hers
.
He
had
seven
minutes
left
.
She
had
fifteen
.
She
looked
at
her
score
sheet
.
The
last
move
was
number
forty
.
Borgov
wanted
to
adjourn
the
game
.
She
looked
behind
her
;
the
rest
of
the
stage
was
empty
,
the
other
games
were
over
.
Then
she
looked
at
Borgov
.
He
had
not
loosened
his
tie
or
taken
off
his
coat
or
rumpled
his
hair
.
He
did
not
look
tired
.
She
turned
away
.
The
moment
she
saw
that
blank
,
quietly
hostile
face
,
she
was
terrified
.
*
*
*
Booth
was
in
the
lobby
.
This
time
he
was
with
half
a
dozen
reporters
.
There
was
the
man
from
the
New
York
Times
and
the
woman
from
the
Daily
Observer
and
the
Reuters
man
and
the
UPI
.
There
were
two
new
faces
among
them
as
they
came
up
to
her
in
the
lobby
.
“
I
’
m
tired
as
hell
,
”
she
told
Booth
.
“
I
bet
you
are
,
”
he
said
.
“
But
I
promised
these
people
…
”
He
introduced
the
new
ones
.
The
first
was
from
Paris
-
Match
and
the
second
from
Time
.
She
looked
at
the
latter
and
said
,
“
Will
I
be
on
the
cover
?
”
and
he
replied
,
“
Are
you
going
to
beat
him
?
”
and
she
did
not
know
how
to
answer
.
She
was
frightened
.
Yet
she
was
even
on
the
board
and
somewhat
ahead
on
time
.
She
had
not
made
any
errors
.
But
neither
had
Borgov
.
There
were
two
photographers
and
she
posed
for
pictures
with
them
,
and
when
one
of
them
asked
if
he
could
shoot
her
in
front
of
a
chess
set
she
took
them
up
to
her
room
,
where
her
board
was
still
set
up
with
the
position
from
the
Luchenko
game
.
That
already
seemed
a
long
time
ago
.
She
sat
at
the
board
for
them
,
not
really
minding
it
—
welcoming
it
,
in
fact
—
while
they
shot
rolls
of
film
from
all
over
the
room
.
It
was
like
a
party
.
While
the
photographers
studied
her
and
adjusted
their
cameras
and
switched
lenses
around
,
the
reporters
asked
her
questions
.
She
knew
she
should
be
setting
up
the
position
of
her
adjourned
game
and
concentrating
on
it
to
find
a
strategy
for
tomorrow
,
but
she
welcomed
this
noisy
distraction
.
Borgov
would
be
in
that
suite
of
his
now
,
probably
with
Petrosian
and
Tal
—
and
maybe
with
Luchenko
and
Laev
and
the
rest
of
the
Russian
establishment
.
Their
expensive
coats
would
be
off
and
their
sleeves
rolled
up
and
they
would
be
exploring
her
position
,
looking
for
weaknesses
already
there
or
ten
moves
down
the
line
,
probing
at
the
arrangement
of
white
pieces
as
though
it
were
her
body
and
they
were
surgeons
ready
to
dissect
.
There
was
something
obscene
in
the
image
of
them
doing
it
.
They
would
go
on
with
it
far
into
the
night
,
eating
supper
over
the
board
on
that
huge
table
in
Borgov
’
s
parlor
,
preparing
him
for
the
next
morning
.
But
she
liked
what
she
was
doing
right
now
.
She
did
not
want
to
think
about
the
position
.
And
she
knew
,
too
,
that
the
position
wasn
’
t
the
problem
.
She
could
exhaust
its
possibilities
in
a
few
good
hours
after
dinner
.
The
problem
was
the
way
she
felt
about
Borgov
.
