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In
Paris
her
position
at
this
point
had
looked
stronger
than
this
,
and
she
had
lost
.
She
turned
from
the
desk
and
went
to
the
window
,
opening
the
draperies
and
looking
out
on
Moscow
.
The
sun
was
still
high
,
and
the
city
below
looked
far
lighter
and
more
cheerful
than
Moscow
was
supposed
to
look
.
The
distant
park
where
the
old
men
played
chess
was
bright
with
green
,
but
she
was
frightened
.
She
did
not
think
she
had
the
strength
to
go
on
and
beat
Vasily
Borgov
.
She
did
not
want
to
think
about
chess
.
If
there
had
been
a
television
set
in
her
room
,
she
would
have
turned
it
on
.
If
she
had
had
a
bottle
of
anything
,
she
would
have
drunk
it
.
She
thought
briefly
of
calling
room
service
and
stopped
herself
just
in
time
.
She
sighed
and
went
back
to
the
chessboard
.
It
had
to
be
studied
.
She
had
to
have
a
plan
for
tomorrow
morning
at
ten
.
*
*
*
She
awoke
before
dawn
and
lay
in
bed
for
a
while
before
looking
at
her
watch
.
It
was
five
-
thirty
.
Two
hours
and
a
half
.
She
had
slept
two
hours
and
a
half
.
She
closed
her
eyes
grimly
and
tried
to
get
back
to
sleep
.
But
it
didn
’
t
work
.
The
position
of
the
adjourned
game
forced
itself
back
into
her
mind
.
There
were
her
pawns
,
and
there
was
her
queen
.
There
was
Borgov
’
s
.
She
saw
it
,
she
could
not
stop
seeing
it
,
but
it
made
no
sense
.
She
had
stared
at
it
for
hours
the
night
before
,
trying
to
get
some
kind
of
plan
together
for
the
rest
of
the
game
,
moving
the
pieces
around
,
sometimes
on
the
real
board
and
sometimes
in
her
head
,
but
it
was
no
good
.
She
could
push
the
queen
bishop
pawn
or
bring
the
knight
over
to
the
kingside
or
put
the
queen
on
bishop
two
.
Or
on
king
two
.
If
Borgov
’
s
sealed
move
was
knight
to
bishop
five
.
If
he
had
moved
his
queen
,
the
responses
were
different
.
If
he
was
trying
to
make
her
analysis
a
waste
,
he
might
have
played
the
king
bishop
.
Five
-
thirty
.
Four
and
a
half
hours
until
game
time
.
Borgov
would
have
his
moves
ready
now
and
a
game
plan
arrived
at
by
consultation
;
he
would
be
sleeping
like
a
rock
.
From
outside
the
window
came
a
sudden
noise
like
a
distant
alarm
,
and
she
jumped
.
It
was
just
some
Russian
fire
drill
or
something
,
but
her
hands
shook
for
a
moment
.
She
had
kasha
and
eggs
for
breakfast
and
sat
down
behind
the
board
again
.
It
was
seven
forty
-
five
.
But
even
with
three
cups
of
tea
,
she
somehow
could
not
penetrate
it
.
She
tried
doggedly
to
get
her
mind
to
open
,
to
let
her
imagination
work
for
her
the
way
it
so
often
worked
over
a
chessboard
,
but
nothing
came
.
She
could
see
nothing
but
her
responses
to
Borgov
’
s
future
threats
.
It
was
passive
,
and
she
knew
it
was
passive
.
It
had
beaten
her
in
Mexico
City
and
it
could
beat
her
again
.
She
got
up
to
open
the
draperies
,
and
as
she
turned
back
to
the
board
,
the
telephone
rang
.
She
stared
at
it
.
During
her
week
in
this
room
,
it
had
not
rung
once
.
Not
even
Mr
.
Booth
had
called
her
.
Now
it
was
ringing
in
short
bursts
,
very
loudly
.
She
went
over
and
picked
it
up
.
A
woman
’
s
voice
said
something
in
Russian
.
She
couldn
’
t
make
out
a
word
of
it
.
“
This
is
Beth
Harmon
,
”
she
said
.
The
voice
said
something
else
in
Russian
.
There
was
a
clicking
in
the
receiver
,
and
a
male
voice
came
through
as
clearly
as
if
it
were
calling
from
the
next
room
:
“
If
he
moves
the
knight
,
hit
him
with
the
king
rook
pawn
.
If
he
goes
for
the
king
bishop
,
do
the
same
.
Then
open
up
your
queen
file
.
This
is
costing
me
a
bundle
.
”
