Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Dedication
- The Staring at the Wall Club
- The Pink Car
- Teatime in Germany
- Writing for Dummies
- I’ve Got Problems
- Up Our Tree
- No Way!
- I Hear Voices
- Ten Things
- Early Alarm
- The Grass Cutters
- Rebecca’s a Genius ☺
- Guilty ☹
- Jake’s a Genius
- SCUBAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
- The Army in the Box
- Dad, Help!
- Our Square Is a Battlefield
- Weakness
- Me, the Knight and the Wardrobe
- X + Y = Spy!
- Pass the Sauce
- Astroboy2008
- We Spy
- What Have I Done?
- Tipping Point
- That Kid
- Loser!
- Desperation
- Gunfight
- No Chance
- Postmortem
- I Can Keep a Secret . . .
- The Mechanical Turk
- Beginner’s Luck?
- Panic!
- Revenge?
- Champion!
- Tug of War
- The City and the Wall
- I’m Sorry, Jake
- Why Did Dad Do That?
- Surprise!
- First Round
- Tick, Tick, Tick
- Blue Lights and Disinfectant
- Is It Okay to Pray Only When You Want Something?
- Stage Fright
- Hugs and Soppy Films
- Plan B
- Uh Oh!
- What Mr Keytes Said
- Teatime in Germany, Again . . .
- Worms in My Belly
- Final
- Down, But Not Out
- Knockout
- When We Are Famous
- Can’t Wait Till Morning
- Alerts!
- What Do I Do?
- Confrontation
- Final Curtain
- Zip Wire
- Acknowledgements
Then he picks up a horse and tells me it is actually called a knight because it represents the knights that rode into battle in the cavalry. It can move forward and sideways but only three squares at a time. He tells me there are supposed to be two on each side, but one of them is missing so we will use an old plastic one for a while. I look at the horse. I thought chess was just a boring game where people sat quietly and moved counters, not a game of war with real castles and knights, parts of a medieval army. I think of telling Granddad this, but he’s already picked up another piece that looks like BB-8 from Star Wars. He tells me it’s the bishop. It used to be called the runner and can only move in diagonal lines. Granddad places the white knights on b1 and g1, the bishops on c1 and f1.
‘And this is the king,’ he says, putting the king on e1. ‘And this . . . this is his queen, the most powerful piece on the board. She can move everywhere. Here, hold her too.’
I hold the queen in my palm. She’s got a staff in her hand and a crown on her head. And she has green velvet on the bottom like all the others, which must be to stop them scratching the board.
‘Look after her,’ says Granddad. ‘And she’ll look after you.’ He takes her from me and places her on d1.
I look at the board. All the pieces actually look like what they are: a real army that I can hold in my hand.
‘See,’ says Granddad. ‘Chess is not so boring. Isn’t that better than firing guns on your computer games?’
‘But at least I know how to play my games. I’ll never be able to play something as complicated as chess.’
‘Of course you can.’ Granddad nudges a pawn onto the middle of its square.
‘No, Granddad,’ I say. ‘You don’t understand. I can’t do it even if I wanted to. I can’t remember the dates of battles or the names of kings and queens in history, so there’s no chance I’ll remember the moves that they make on a chessboard.’
‘But that is the point,’ says Granddad. ‘I will teach you.’
‘How?’
‘Ah.’ Granddad’s face lights up. ‘It’s up to me to work out the how. Besides, you already know more about chess than you think.’
‘Do I?’