was forthcoming.
“Then why are you playing?” Amartia retorted.
There were cries of “This insult must be avenged!” from
the crowd of Machinists.
“Let's do it,” agreed Trupacius, preparing for battle.
Someone pulled out a chessboard. He and Amartia each took their part of the board. Amartia arranged her pieces quickly, but her adversary took his time and changed his mind a couple of times before he was also ready.
