Charalas set up a complicated trap, and sat back thinking: Let's see you outguess that one, Elanane.
Guy wondered about the move of the castle piece, and touched it briefly. Four moves in any direction, came Charalas' thought. Guy moved the castle, and Charalas thought: Now why did he do that?
Guy worried. Elanane might not have made that move.
If I move my protector, he should fall into the trap by capturing it. He always does.
Guy decided that this game was no fun at all, and took the piece. Charalas smiled brightly and removed three of Guy's major pieces with a single move, Guy countered by making the one move that Charalas did not want, and the Ertinian lost the piece that he was hoping to save. The rest was quick, Charalas moved and Guy countered, but Charalas triumphed because Guy didn't know enough to set up his own traps. He could avoid Charalas' traps, but in simple exchanges he lost ground, and finally Charalas removed the last white piece from the board.
The neuro-surgeon smiled tolerantly, "You may be lanee, Elanane, but I am still your master at toran."
"I'll learn some day," promised Guy.
"You seemed preoccupied," said Charalas. "You've been worrying."
"That's possible."
"About Sol, I'd guess."