Concerning Piece Exchanges
In some instances, when an opponent offers you an exchange by threatening your (protected) piece with an identically valued piece of theirs, it maybe better to retreat. With more pieces at your disposal, you will have an easier time controlling the board, especially if you have the ability to coordinate your pieces such that they are able to protect each other. You also must consider whether taking their piece will disrupt the coordination or protection of your other pieces. Moving one piece can leave many gaps in your defense, and it is imperative that one is aware of these gaps.
Wrapped in the sumptuous warmth of her cashmere robe, Solange LeClerc let her well-manicured fingers graze over the carved marble pieces on her chessboard. There was an as yet untouched ginger tea in a delicate fine bone china cup and saucer on the sideboard. Her bath had been ready for more than twenty minutes and would no doubt need to be reheated. Her bare toes dragged along the lush carpet beneath them and try as she might, she simply could not get motivated to move this morning.
Her eyes still lingered on the grey and ivory figures on the checkered board: primarily the knight and the queen. They were locked in opposition, taking up open files where they both were able to inflict damage on the other. What was most intriguing to her, however, was that neither piece had attacked yet. Instead, the ivory queen and the grey knight leered at each other, almost afraid of committing to an act from which there was no returning.
Did they not truly wish to take the other? Did they not truly wish to thrust their dominance onto lesser pieces? Did they no truly wish to stab wounds in the defense of the opposition? Then what were they waiting for?
Definitely not an exchange...
Or perhaps an exchange of different sorts.
Solange leaned against the high wingback chair, feeling the silk overlay against her cheek. A light came into her features, a small smile touched her eyes. An exchange. Why did the pieces have to constantly be locked in conflict? Yes, yes, it was the game. The game of strategy, of politics, of conquest.
But perchance the game was not what it once was.
"Nothing is as it once was," gently spoken as she found her voice and rose from the chair. "A new day, a new beginning. Clich?, but still true."
For the next hour, Solange bathed, dressed and prepared for this "exchange." Hugged by a fine woolen pair of black slacks, a white silk blouse and a black cashmere sweater, she made her way to the foyer of her rented villa. She had contacted transportation earlier and when it finally arrived, she bundled up in her black coat, with the fox fur collar. It was going to be a cold ride into the West End.
Thank goodness that the S.P.I. office was on the eastern side.
In some instances, when an opponent offers you an exchange by threatening your (protected) piece with an identically valued piece of theirs, it maybe better to retreat. With more pieces at your disposal, you will have an easier time controlling the board, especially if you have the ability to coordinate your pieces such that they are able to protect each other. You also must consider whether taking their piece will disrupt the coordination or protection of your other pieces. Moving one piece can leave many gaps in your defense, and it is imperative that one is aware of these gaps.
Wrapped in the sumptuous warmth of her cashmere robe, Solange LeClerc let her well-manicured fingers graze over the carved marble pieces on her chessboard. There was an as yet untouched ginger tea in a delicate fine bone china cup and saucer on the sideboard. Her bath had been ready for more than twenty minutes and would no doubt need to be reheated. Her bare toes dragged along the lush carpet beneath them and try as she might, she simply could not get motivated to move this morning.
Her eyes still lingered on the grey and ivory figures on the checkered board: primarily the knight and the queen. They were locked in opposition, taking up open files where they both were able to inflict damage on the other. What was most intriguing to her, however, was that neither piece had attacked yet. Instead, the ivory queen and the grey knight leered at each other, almost afraid of committing to an act from which there was no returning.
Did they not truly wish to take the other? Did they not truly wish to thrust their dominance onto lesser pieces? Did they no truly wish to stab wounds in the defense of the opposition? Then what were they waiting for?
Definitely not an exchange...
Or perhaps an exchange of different sorts.
Solange leaned against the high wingback chair, feeling the silk overlay against her cheek. A light came into her features, a small smile touched her eyes. An exchange. Why did the pieces have to constantly be locked in conflict? Yes, yes, it was the game. The game of strategy, of politics, of conquest.
But perchance the game was not what it once was.
"Nothing is as it once was," gently spoken as she found her voice and rose from the chair. "A new day, a new beginning. Clich?, but still true."
For the next hour, Solange bathed, dressed and prepared for this "exchange." Hugged by a fine woolen pair of black slacks, a white silk blouse and a black cashmere sweater, she made her way to the foyer of her rented villa. She had contacted transportation earlier and when it finally arrived, she bundled up in her black coat, with the fox fur collar. It was going to be a cold ride into the West End.
Thank goodness that the S.P.I. office was on the eastern side.