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Bon Senior Abn Yachia Songs of Exile — Sketch of the Game of Chess

She girdeth her loins with strength, Her feet abide not in her house, She moveth in all directions, and turneth about her. Her evolutions are wonderful, her ardor untiring. How beautiful are her steps across the plain!
And the King, clad in black garments, standeth at the fourth post, which is white, over against the next post, which is black, where standeth his Queen. He draweth nigh unto the thick darkness. His eye is upon her, for he hath married an Ethiopian woman. They shall come out against thee one way, with one movement and one journey.
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Bon Senior Abn Yachia Songs of Exile — Sketch of the Game of Chess

But the black King is strong when there standeth before him a great and numerous and powerful people, serving him in the field of battle as a strong army, For they dare advance and bravely leap from place to place, Their feet are straight feet, but if it be their will to capture prisoners or spoil, they may diverge to either flank, One of them may gain power and increase in strength.
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Bon Senior Abn Yachia Songs of Exile — Sketch of the Game of Chess

He may retreat in any direction; but if in striving to escape his feet be caught in the snare set by the warriors that surround him, then is his glory turned unto destruction. Ah, lord! ah, for his glory! And his people who are left after him are as nothing; for of what account are they? In one moment the mighty men are subdued, and the commander is brought low, he is thrust out, he boweth down, and he falleth. The King who hath striven against him bringeth him down from his greatness, until not a remnant is left unto him.
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