[Vote for the Fire Here!]
[~back to search page~][~back to Home page~][~back to search page~][~back to Home page~]"Do not interrupt the game," commanded Marlenus.
Karzack and I stood to one side.
Mintar was lost in thought, his small eyes fastened to
the red and yellow squares of the board. Having recognized our presence, Marlenus, too, turned his attention to the game. A brief, crafty light flickered momentarily in Mintar's small eyes, and his pudgy hand hovered, hesitating an instant, over one of the pieces of the hundred-squared board, a centered Tarnsman. He touched, committing himself to moving if. A brief exchange followed, like a chain reaction, neither man consider1ng his moves for a moment, First Tarnsman took First Tarnsman, Second Spearman responded by neutralizing First Tarnsman, City neutralized Spearman, Assassin took City, Assassin fell to Second Tarnsman, Tarnsman to Spear S1ave, Spear Slave to Spear Slave.
Mintar relaxed on the cushions."You have taken the city," he said,"but not the Home Stone." His eyes beamed with pleasure."I permitted that, in order that might capture the Spear Slave. Let us now adjudicate the game. The Spear Slave gives me the point I need, a small point but decisive."
book 1, pg 169
