You are the king. You are protected by a line of pawns, 2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops and even your own wife, the queen. You lay there as you see the pawns advance to e4, f7, etc, all you need to know, is that it’s a war out there. One of the pawns that was still in the line, look at you.

“Hey, master?…when..do I move?”

He says nervously and he limps on his words. Of course being the king you are, you say: