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And facing, warriors, each his peer.

The King and Queen o'er two paces range;

Yet are their movements diverse and strange

Three steps the Elephants, never more;

The Horses turn to their quarters four;

And straight the Chariots forward fly,

Sideways and backward the foe defy.

In craft each warrior's bow is bent:

Vanquished by science, the foe is spent.

In ancient lore are their ways oft told:

Behold them writ in the books of old.