Colm captured his bishop, Sheehan shrugged and said, âA weak piece. Of little account. In Persian tradition, the piece was originally an elephant. Later, the Europeans called it
Aufin
.
Aufin
is related to a French word for fool. Itâs curious how language merges one with another, isnât it, and produces totally different words and meanings? But in that case the transformation was appropriate, for most bishops I ever met were fools anyway.â
Colm said, âChess is a Persian game, isnât it?â
âWho knows? Some tell how the God Euphron created it, or that it began as a dice-playing game at the Siege of Troy. But most legends place its origins in India, although it was supposed to be part of the princely education of Persian nobility.â
âYouâre very knowledgeable,â said Colm, with reluctant admiration.
âI learned a little â a very little â from the man who owned this set before me. He possessed far more knowledge than I ever will,â said Sheehan.
When Sheehanâs King was placed in jeopardy, Colm gave a soft hoot of triumph, and Sheehan said, âYes, thatâs a telling move. But you should not feel too pleased with yourself. The King is the most important piece, but itâs the Queen who is the most powerful.â
But as the black pieces were taken with measured inexorability, Colm and Declan had the impression that Sheehan no longer cared if he won or lost. Whether he was suddenly tired of the old legend and wanted to put an end to it, they had no idea, but at length the black Queen was cornered. As Colm reached out to lift the ebony figure from the board, the tiny jewelled eyes in the carved head caught the light and seemed to glint evilly. Colm hesitated. Then he shrugged and his fingers closed round the figure.
Sheehan and Colm looked at one another for a long moment. Then Sheehan said, âCongratulations, Colm. A game well played. I imagine youâre about to demand I keep our bargain.â
âI am.â
âLeave Kilglenn? Leave this tower?â
âThat was the agreement.â
âA gentlemanâs agreement only. And,â said Sheehan, âitâs a long while since I was regarded as a gentleman.â
Colm said, âYouâre reneging on the deal?â
âAn ugly word.â
âWell?â
âIâm not leaving this place,â said Sheehan. âI canât.â
As the words fell on the old room, something seemed to enter it â something that was not part of the ocean or the greasy lamplight, but that hissed its way through the black bars of the tiny window and scalded its way round the old walls.
âThen by God, Iâll make you!â
âColm, no!â Declan started forward, but Colm was already on his feet, his fists clenched, and Declan had the astonishing impression that the hissing anger had poured into Colm and glared from his eyes.
Sheehan threw up a hand to defend himself, backing away. In doing so, he stumbled against the chess table and fell. His head hit the stone floor with a sickening crunch and his neck lolled at a dreadful angle. There was a gasping exhalation of breath, then his eyes rolled upwards and he was still.
The scalding anger drained from the room as quickly as it had come, and Colm stood staring down at the prone figure, white-faced, his eyes no longer holding the terrible glare.
âHeâs dead,â said Declan in panic. âMother of God, heâs dead and itâs your fault, you bloody madman.â
âHeâs shamming,â said Colm, but there was a note of uncertainty in his voice. âFeel for a heartbeat â itâll be pounding away like a tinkerâs drum. Well?â he said, as Declan knelt down and thrust a hand inside Nicholas Sheehanâs jacket.
âNothing. Wait though â a mirror.â
âWhat in Godâs name . . . ?â
âYou put a mirror to somebodyâs lips
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