"I'll defend. Give me black."
She loosed her waist-purse, took a handkerchief from it, and set the
purse on the deep carpet in the shadow of her table. She unfolded the
chessboard in front of her on the couch and quickly placed the pieces.
"I'm ready," she announced.
Indeed, everything was in readiness now except that she didn't know
where the cat was. She regretted bitterly not having killed that
innocent mouser weeks ago.
"Pawn to king four," announced Perat, gazing idly at the ceiling.