“You underestimate yourself.” Felix assured her grandly, although he could feel her wavering to join them if that smile was any indication. “I hardly doubt it a mistake.” He assured her his eyes merry.

“I had thought to be the bishop.” There was something rather ironic in the sense of being a religious figure, an obscure idea with the way he led his life, but bishops seemed nice fellows and moved in fairly easy patterns. Not like knights, who took the glory but always had to be counting their steps. “We do need a queen though.” He gestured at the spot with a smile. After all what lady did not fashion herself royalty at some point? Like bishops of old he could whisper in her ear the useful going ons of the rest of the board. Well, if he were to be philosophical about it, he supposed he was going about that quite well.