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                   e lights had come back on, but still flickered.

                   ‘I’m   sorr y,’   said   Nora.   She   started   tr ying   to   pick   up   the   books   and   put
                them back in place.
                   ‘No,’ snapped Mrs Elm. ‘Don’t touch them. Put them down.’
                   ‘Sorr y.’

                   ‘And stop saying sorr y. Now, you can help me with this. is is safer.’
                   She  helped  Mrs  Elm  pick  up  the  chess  pieces  and  set  up  the  board  for  a
                new game, putting the table back in place too.
                   ‘What about all the books on the floor? Are we just going to leave them?’

                   ‘Why do you care? I thought you wanted them to disappear completely?’
                   Mrs  Elm  may  well  have  just  been  a  mechanism  that  existed  in  order  to
                simplify  the  intricate  complexity  of  the  quantum  universe,  but  right  now  –
                sitting  down  between  the  half-empty  bookshelves  near  her  chessboard,  set

                up for a new game – she looked sad and wise and infinitely human.
                   ‘I didn’t mean to be so harsh,’ Mrs Elm managed, eventually.
                   ‘ at’s okay.’
                   ‘I remember when we started playing chess in the  school librar y, you used

                to  lose  your  best  players  straight  away,’  she  said.  ‘You’d  go  and  get  the  queen
                or the rooks right out there, and they’d be  gone. And then you would act like
                the game was lost because you were just le with pawns and a knight or two.’
                   ‘Why are you mentioning this now?’

                   Mrs   Elm    saw   a   loose   thread   on   her   cardigan   and   tucked   it   inside   her
                sleeve, then decided against it and let it loose again.
                   ‘You   need   to   realise   something   if   you   are   ever   to   succeed   at   chess,’   she
                said,  as  if  Nora  had  nothing  bigger  to  think  about.  ‘And  the  thing  you  need

                to  realise  is  this:  the  game  is  never  over  until  it  is  over.  It  isn’t  over  if  there  is
                a  single  pawn  still  on  the  board.  If  one  side  is  down  to  a  pawn  and  a  king,
                and  the  other  side  has  ever y  player,  there  is  still  a  game.  And  even  if  you
                were  a  pawn  –  maybe  we  all  are  –  then  you  should  remember  that  a  pawn  is

                the  most  magical  piece  of  all.  It  might  look  small  and  ordinar y  but  it  isn’t.
                Because  a  pawn  is  never  just  a  pawn.  A  pawn  is  a  queen-in-waiting.  All  you
                need  to  do  is  find  a  way  to  keep  moving  for ward.  One  square  aer  another.
                And you can get to the other side and unlock all kinds of power.’

                   Nora stared at the books around her. ‘So, are you saying I only have pawns
                to play with?’
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