"Step back, please," warned Boots, gravely. "Give him room."
A hush fell over the crowd.
I took my position.
"Let me ask your forgiveness in advance, lady," I said, "should I possibly strike you."
"Why would you do that, in advance?" asked Boots.
"It might be pointless afterwards," I said.
"That is true," he granted me.
Lady Yanina moaned. She tugged weakly at the straps. As she was fastened against the backboard, her wrists were drawn somewhat above her head and far to the sides. Similarly her legs were widely spread.If the board had been laid flat on the ground, the captive then on her back, the position, immediately, would have been recognized as a common binding position, one which girls are not unoften put for slave use.
"Be quiet," Boots warned the crowd. "We must have absolute quiet."
Some fellow sneezed. I think it was the fellow she had spit upon.
"Please!" begged Boots.
"I have something in my eye," I said.
"Are you al right?" asked Boots.
"Yes," I said. "I am all right now."
"Is it true that you sometimes miss? asked Boots, anxiously.
"Sometimes," I admitted.
Boots regarded me.
"No one is perfect," I said.
"Throw," said Boots, bravely, resolutely.
I unsheathed one of the quivas, and turned it in my hand. I then turned to face the Lady Yanina. "What is wrong with her?" I asked.
"She has fainted," said a man.
12 Conversations with a Monster; The Punishment of a Slave
"How did the accident occur?" I asked.
"What accident?" he asked.
There were fourteen pieces on the board, sic yellow, eight red. I was playing red.
I had now been with the company of Boots Tarsk-Bit for several weeks. In this time we had played numerous villages and town, sometimes just outside their walls, or even against them, when we had not been permitted within. Too, we had often set up outside mills, inns, graneries, customs posts and trade barns, wherever an audience might be found, even at the intersections of traveled roads and, on certain days, in the vicinity of rural markets. In all this time we had been gradually moving north and westward, slowly toward the coast, toward Thassa, the Sea.
"As I understand it," I said, "there was a fire."
He regarded me.
"You wear a hood," I said.
"Yes?" he said.
"That accident which destroyed or disfigured your face," I said, "that rendered it such, as I understand it, that women might run screaming from your sight, that even men, crying out, sickened and revolted, might drive you with poles and cudgels, like some feared, disgusting beast, from their own habitats and haunts."
"Are you trying to put me off my game?" he inquired.
"No," I said.
"It is your move," he said. "You next move."
I returned my attention to the board. "I do not think the game will last much longer," I said.
"You are right," he said.
"Out of the several hundred times we have played," I said, "never have I enjoyed so great an advantage in material."
"Do you have an advantage?" he asked.
"Obviously," I said. "More importantly I enjoy an immense advantage positionally."
"How is that?" he inquired.
"Note," I said. I thrust my Rider of the High Tharlarion to Ubar's Initiate Eight. "If you do not defend, it will be capture of Home Stone on the next move."
"So it would seem," he said.
His Home Stone was at Ubar's Initiate One. It was flanked by a Builder at Ubar's Builder One. It was too late to utilize the Builder defensively now. No Builder move could now protect the Home Stone. Indeed it could not even, at this point, clear an escape route for its flight. He must do something with his Ubara, now at Ubara's Tarnsman Five. The configuration of pieces on the board was as follows: On my first rank, my Home Stone was at Ubar's Initiate One; I had a Builder at Ubar's Scribe One. On my second rank, I had a Spearman at Ubar's Builder Two, a Scribe at Ubara Two, and another Rider of the High Tharlarion at Ubara's Scribe Two. On my third rank, I had a Spearman at Ubar's Initiate Three and another at Ubar's Scribe Three. One of my Riders of the High Tharlarion, as I indicated earlier, was now at Ubar's Initiate Eight, threatening capture of Home Stone on the next move. On his eight rank he had a Spearman at Ubar's Builder Eight, inserted between my two Spearmen on my third rank. His Spearman at Ubar's Builder Eight was supported by another of his Spearmen, posted at Ubar's Scribe Seven. He had his Ubara, as I indicated earlier, at Ubara's Tarnsman Five. This was backed by a Scribe at Ubara's Scribe Four. this alignment of the Ubara and Scribe did not frighten me. If he should be so foolish as to bring his Ubara to my Ubar's Builder One, it would be taken by my Builder. His Scribe could recapture but he would have lost his Ubara, and for only a Builder. His last two pieces were located on his first rank. They were, as I indicated earlier, his Home Stone, located at Ubar's Initiate One, and a Builder, located at Ubar's Builder One. The Builder was his Ubar's Builder.
"How would you choose to defend?" he inquired.
"You could bring you Ubara over to your Ubar's Initiate Five, threatening the Rider of the High Tharlarion," I said.
"But you would then retreat to your Ubar's Initiate Seven, the Rider of the High Tharlarion then protected by your Scribe at Ubara Two," he said. "This could immobilize the Ubara, while permitting you to maintain your pressure on the Ubar's Initiate's File. It could also give you time to build an even stronger attack."
"Of course," I said.
He placed his Ubara at Ubara's Tarnsman Two.
"That is the better move," I said.
"I think so," he said.
Ubar's Initiate Nine, that square from which I might effect capture of Home Stone, was now protected by his Ubara.
"Behold," I said.
"Yes?" he said.
I now moved my Scribe from Ubara Two to Ubara's Tarnsman Three. This bought it onto the diagonal on which lay the crucial square, Ubar's Initiate Nine. he could not take it with his Ubara, of course, sweeping down his Ubara's Tarnsman File, because it was protected now by my other Rider of the High Tharlarion, that hitherto, seem9ingly innocent, seemingly uninvolved piece which had just happened, apparently, to be posted at Ubara's Scribe Two. now its true purpose, lurking at that square, was dramatically revealed. I had planned it well. "You may now protect your Home Stone," I said, "but only at the cost of your Ubara." I would now move my Rider of the High Tharlarion to Ubar's Initiate Nine, threatening capture of Home Stone. His only defense would be the capture of the Rider of the High Tharlarion with his Ubara, at which point, of course, I would recapture with the Scribe, thus exchanging the Rider of the High Tharlarion for a Ubara, an exchange much to my profit. Then with my superior, even overwhelming, advantage in material, it would be easy to bring about the conclusion of the game in short order.
"I see," he said.
"And I had red," I reminded him. Yellow opens, of course. This permits him to dictate the opening and, accordingly, immediately assume the offensive. Many players of Kaissa, not even of the caste of players, incidentally, know several openings, in numerous variations, several moves into the game. This is one reason certain irregular, or eccentric, defenses, though often theoretically weak, are occasionally used by players with red. In this way the game is opened and new trails, even if dubious ones, must be blazed. If these irregular or eccentric defenses tend to be successful, of course, they soon, too, become part of the familiar, analyzed lore of the game. On the master's level, it might be mentioned, it is not unusual for red, because of the disadvantages attendant on the second move, to play for a draw.