THE SLAUGHTER OF THE KNIGHTS’ HORSES
Having the bishop only caused me a great amount of frustration, I eagerly set to planning my next move. A skilful chess player as I was, I developed my own strategy to success.
It was time to confront my two knights, who I called ‘the two horses’ because of their rather oval faces, prominent chins and bold heads.
Two male specimens of filthy appearance and unsavoury behaviour, I would use their natural ugliness in order to terrorise their impressionable minds. Behind their ease in life was pungent, sheer malice. I despised them. God, how I despised them!
They had been the material executors of my murder.
Reading their hearts and their thoughts, I knew that they weren’t remotely sorry for their actions, but only worried about their potential impriso
