A small smile like triumph blossomed on Ishamael's face. He saw it. The move that would result in his victory. She had taught him several of the more curious rules of this game and he remembered them. The King and the Rook both moved at once, Castling as she called it. She had not seen that possibility, and there was no way out.

"Checkmate."

Her King crumbled to dust.

(I win again)