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He
shrugged
and
took
the
bishop
.
For
a
brief
moment
she
felt
like
a
fool
,
but
she
shook
it
off
and
attacked
his
queen
with
her
knight
leaving
her
own
en
prise
.
He
moved
his
queen
where
he
had
to
and
she
brought
the
knight
up
for
the
fork
.
He
moved
the
king
and
she
lifted
his
heavy
queen
from
the
board
.
He
took
hers
.
She
attacked
the
rook
and
he
moved
it
back
by
a
square
.
That
had
been
the
whole
point
of
the
sequence
beginning
with
the
bishop
—
cutting
down
the
scope
of
the
rook
by
forcing
it
to
a
less
threatening
rank
—
but
now
it
was
there
she
was
unsure
what
to
do
next
.
She
had
to
be
careful
.
They
were
headed
toward
a
rook
and
pawn
ending
;
there
was
no
room
for
imprecision
.
For
a
moment
she
felt
stuck
,
without
imagination
or
purpose
and
afraid
of
error
.
She
closed
her
eyes
again
.
There
was
an
hour
and
a
half
on
her
clock
;
she
had
the
time
to
do
it
and
do
it
right
.
She
did
not
open
her
eyes
even
to
see
the
time
remaining
on
her
clock
or
to
look
across
the
table
at
Borgov
or
to
see
the
enormous
crowd
who
had
come
to
this
auditorium
to
watch
her
play
.
She
let
all
of
that
go
from
her
mind
and
allowed
herself
only
the
chessboard
of
her
imagination
with
its
intricate
deadlock
.
It
did
not
really
matter
who
was
playing
the
black
pieces
or
whether
the
material
board
sat
in
Moscow
or
New
York
or
in
the
basement
of
an
orphanage
;
this
eidetic
image
was
her
proper
domain
.
She
did
not
even
hear
the
ticking
of
the
clock
.
She
held
her
mind
in
silence
and
let
it
move
over
the
surface
of
the
imagined
board
,
combining
and
recombining
the
arrangements
of
pieces
so
the
black
ones
could
not
stop
the
advance
of
the
pawn
she
would
choose
.
She
saw
now
that
it
would
be
her
king
knight
pawn
,
on
the
fourth
rank
.
She
moved
it
mentally
to
the
fifth
and
surveyed
the
way
the
black
king
would
advance
to
block
it
.
The
white
knight
would
halt
the
king
by
threatening
a
key
black
pawn
.
If
the
white
pawn
stepped
forward
to
the
sixth
rank
its
move
must
be
prepared
for
.
It
took
a
very
long
time
to
find
the
way
,
but
she
kept
at
it
remorselessly
.
Her
rook
was
the
key
,
with
a
threatened
hurdle
—
four
moves
in
all
—
but
the
pawn
could
make
the
step
.
Now
it
had
to
move
forward
again
.
This
was
inchmeal
,
but
the
only
way
to
do
it
.
For
a
moment
her
mind
became
numb
with
weariness
and
the
board
unclear
.
She
heard
herself
sigh
as
she
forced
it
back
to
clarity
.
First
the
pawn
must
be
supported
by
the
rook
pawn
,
and
to
get
the
rook
pawn
up
meant
a
diversion
by
sacrificing
a
pawn
on
the
other
side
of
the
board
.
That
would
give
Black
a
queen
in
three
and
cost
White
the
rook
to
remove
it
.
Then
the
white
pawn
,
safe
for
a
moment
,
slipped
forward
to
the
seventh
rank
,
and
when
the
black
king
sidled
up
to
it
,
the
white
rook
pawn
came
up
to
hold
it
in
place
.
And
now
the
final
move
,
the
advance
to
the
eighth
rank
for
promotion
.
She
had
come
this
far
—
these
twelve
moves
from
the
position
on
the
board
that
Borgov
saw
—
by
following
hints
and
guesses
and
making
them
concrete
in
her
mind
.
There
was
no
question
it
could
be
done
.
But
she
saw
no
way
to
move
the
pawn
that
final
square
without
having
the
black
king
snip
it
off
just
before
queening
,
like
an
unbloomed
flower
.
The
pawn
looked
heavy
and
impossible
to
move
.
She
could
not
budge
it
.
She
had
got
it
this
far
and
there
was
no
way
to
go
further
.
It
was
hopeless
.
She
had
made
the
strongest
mental
effort
of
her
life
,
and
it
was
a
waste
.
The
pawn
could
not
queen
.
She
leaned
wearily
back
in
her
chair
with
her
eyes
still
closed
and
let
the
screen
of
her
mind
go
dark
for
a
moment
.
Then
she
brought
it
back
for
a
final
look
.
And
this
time
with
a
start
she
saw
it
.
He
had
used
his
bishop
for
taking
her
rook
and
now
it
could
not
stop
her
knight
.
The
knight
would
force
the
king
aside
.
The
white
pawn
would
queen
,
and
mate
would
follow
in
four
moves
.
Mate
in
nineteen
.
She
opened
her
eyes
and
squinted
for
a
moment
at
the
brightness
of
the
stage
before
looking
at
her
clock
.
She
had
twelve
minutes
left
.
Her
eyes
had
been
closed
for
over
an
hour
.
If
she
had
made
an
error
,
there
would
be
no
time
for
a
new
strategy
.
She
reached
forward
and
moved
the
king
knight
pawn
to
the
fifth
rank
.
There
was
a
stab
of
pain
in
her
shoulder
as
she
set
it
down
;
her
muscles
felt
rigid
.
