" Remy took a chair across from Jerado. A chess board and pieces sat in between them.
“Are you sure you remember the moves?” Jerado looked forward to recouping his card game losses.
“Y ..es. I . . . I practiced the moves in my office. I . . . I also read a scroll on playing the game.”
“Then you won’t object to betting on the outcome of the game?”
“N . . . o. H . . . ow much?”
“Let’s bet a modest sum. Say, twenty-five silver?” Jerado pushed a stack of silver pennies into the middle.
“A . . . ll right.” Remy pushed a similar stack forward.
“I’’ll let you have the first move,” Jerado said.
Remy moved a pawn forward to start the game.
Five moves later, Remy said, “C . . . heckmate,” and scooped up the silver coins.
Jerado sat stunned for a few moments. “Rematch.”
After Remy won four more games — the last for seven gold pennies — Jerado said through clenched teeth, “That’s enough for tonight, Remy. I’m tired. "

― Hank Quense , The King Who Disappeared