CHAPTER DXCXLVIII

(AND THE DEAL GOES)

BEATRICE hums in delight. A bit overwhelmed and is having the best time about the feeling of successfully having the two pieces of her own chess.

“What a delight. What a run, what a beautiful end for this tragic tale.”

She whispers, laughing and dancing like a ballerina. A graceful and beautiful ballerina in her all black dress that somehow is representing the famous black swan of the swan lake. All while under the bright full moon and in the middle of a wide grassy area surrounded by trees and bushes that’s making a rustling and eerie sound as the wind blows.

“The King and the Bishop.”

She admires the pieces on her hand. Giggling and perfectly domineering the fact that she successfully got the old of the first two most important pieces of her chess board.

“Now, now, now. Where were I?” she asks, giggling and twirling, as she then said. “Who is the next one on my list?”

Then a laugher from hers echoes. Startling the birds resting on the tree, but delighted the cro