WIP Chapter 25 The Heretic-untitled
‘Fen’Harel positioned his other Knight at F6.
After much pondering, I sent my additional Knight to E2.
We had played this many times, our minuscule stone soldiers battling it out on black and white tile, hypothetical bloodshed and casualties. None of it mattered; just idle play to keep the weapons of the mind sharp and polished.
But here, in this tiny capsule of idyllic tranquility; everything was at stake. This was no more a game, in fact it was battle.
A war without swords or arrows, a war fought with the mind alone.
I would have preferred swords and arrows, for at least they are honest.’










