Mice play in the absence of cats. Same as how the envious smaller gods play in the absence of bigger Gods. This part happened somewhere between sacred nights and mornings.
"The Montenegro child has already showed up." A young man gently pushed a pawn across the chessboard. Then, stopping his move right next to the White Queen, he settled the piece and looked up at his competitor.
"Oh, she did?" His playmate, an older man around his seventies, countered that move by moving the White Queen to eliminate the pawn.
That made the young man chuckle. Languidly, he pressed his back against the leather seat he was sitting on." Yes, Papa. The soldiers found her."
"Molto bien..." Satisfaction flooded the old man's voice. He mirrored what his son did. He stretched his back and relaxed, grabbing the
