ry trestle tables had been set up； while the food was collected from a cloth…covered table at the side。 There were soups； bread； cheese and several salad dishes。
All very simple； with only mineral water to drink。
The room； however； was crowded and Bond recognised most of the faces from Erewhon。 Only Tigerbalm and Happy appeared out of their depth； heavy and sly among the sunburned； soldierly young men。
〃James； great to see you。〃 Simon stood at his elbow。
〃Wondered where you'd got to。〃 Bond studied the face carefully。
The openness； so noticeable at Erewhon； had bee artificial。 Simon's pretence told Bond far more about the situation than all the double…talk in the world。 Whatever the plot set in motion by SPECTRE through these people； it was already running。 D minus two； three； four or five； he reckoned。
Then he drastically reduced the odds as he spotted Tamil Rahani； seated on one side of St。 John…Finnes； with General Zwingli on the other。
The three men sat apart from everyone else at a smaller table； and were being served with food by a pair of younger soldiers。 Like the others； they were dressed in uniform olive slacks and drab green pullovers； their heads bent in deep conversation。
For a second Bond's mind drifted off to M's surveillance team in the village。 Had they noted the ings and goings？ Were they aware of the dangerous powers gathered together in this place？
〃I said； did you rest well？〃 Simon was repeating。
〃Rest？ Oh； rest； yes。〃 Bond managed a smile。 〃I had no alternative； Simon。 You saw to that。〃
〃e on； have some food。〃 He began piling salads and cheese on to a plate until Bond had to stop him with a gesture of his hand。
They sat together at the end of one of the longer tables； Simon seeing to it that Bond had his back to the three leaders。
〃Security； said Simon with a grin； in answer to Bond's last remark。 〃You know all about security； James。 Perchance to dream； and a ride on the magic carpet。 You go to sleep in a hot dusty climate； and wake up in a quiet English village。 Would that all travel were so easy。〃
〃I prefer to know where I've been； and where I'm going。 I like to be aware。〃
〃Sure。〃 He took a mouthful of bread and cheese； chewing on it； sucking the juices back into his throat。
Simon； Bond thought； was every inch a trained soldier。
His face was the face of millions of men who marched from the Battle of Kadesh to the urban horrors of the present day。
〃Hallo； the Professor's ing your way；James。 Looks as if he's got orders for you。
St。 John…Finnes leant over them。 〃James；' his voice had a quiet； confiding tone； as though trying to calm a wayward child； 〃can you spare an hour or two？〃 Bond just checked himself from making a famous remark； nodded and rose； winking at Simon as he followed the Master of Endor； as he now thought of him； from the room。 He could feel the eyes of Rahani and Zwingli on his back as they left。
There was a young man guarding the stairs down to the laboratory。
He did not even signify that he had seen them； almost ostentatiously looking the other way。
〃I thought I'd give you a chance to lose the American Revolution to me；' Jay Autem said as they began the descent。 〃It's an easy enough simulation at this level； so we can； perhaps； talk about your plans as we fight。 Yes？〃
〃Whatever you say。〃 Bond appeared nonmittal； but ran his plan for getting the EPOC frequency through his mind。
Neither Cindy nor Peter was in the main laboratory； and there had been a radical rearrangement。 The largest area was now filled with collapsible wooden chairs； arranged in rows like a school assembly hall。 At the far end； facing the chairs； were a large television projection screen and Jay Autem Holy's version of the Terror Twelve on a movable table。
Bond noticed two modern typing chairs and the big； chunky joystick controllers near by。 A training session had obviously been going on earlier that day。 The Balloon Game？ Almost certainly。
They passed through into the long room with its map of the Eastern seaboard of eighteenth…century America； Boston with Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill to the north； Dorchester Heights jutting out to enclose the harbour； and the townships of Lexington and Concord inland。 For no apparent reason； Bond recalled hearing Americans pronounce Concord with a shortened second syllable so that it sounded like Conquered。 Jay Autem Holy was smiling down at the board； with its movable open rectangle； and all the games paraphernalia set at the players' places。
Bond noticed the smile and the look； and in that second saw； for all the man's brilliance； the chink in his armour revealed。 His interest in strategy and tactics had bee an obsession … an obsession with winning。 Holy was interested only in winning。 To lose was the ultimate failure。 Like an over…indulged child； to win was necessary； otherwise he could not live with himself。 Had he lost some internal Pentagon battle when he disappeared all those years ago？ Bond wondered； steeling himself。
This fanatical Games Master was now issuing rapid instructions。
Bond prepared to win the American Revolution； and so put Jay Autem Holy at a psychological disadvantage。
The rules were simple enough。 Each player took a turn； which was divided into four movements： Orders； Movement； Challenge and Resolution。 Some of these moves could be made in secret by marking the location of troops； or material； on a small duplicated map of the playing area； a pile of which rested in front of each player。
When we transfer the whole thing on to puter there will be a more ingenious method of making the unobserved moves；' Holy told him with all the pride of a small boy showing off a collection of toy soldiers。
The playing area itself； on the grid of the large map； was marked out in hundreds of black hexagonals。 Each player had counters which represented the number； strength and type of unit … black for a piece of cannon with horses and crew； green for five men； blue for ten； red for twenty； and so on。 There were also counters overprinted with a horse； denoting mounted troops； and special counters to represent arms caches and the rebel leaders。
In good weather men could move five hexagonals on foot； seven on horseback； and cannon only two。 These moves were restricted by bad weather； woodland or hills。
Once Orders had been noted； the player moved and then challenged； either by ing within two hexes of an enemy counter or by declaring that he had sight over five hexes； thereby revealing any hidden moves。
After the Challenge came the Resolution in which various strengths； fatigue； weather； were taken into consideration； and the oute of the Challenge would be noted； one or the other player losing troops； material； or the action itself。
As each turn； at the beginning； covered a time…scale of one day and the whole episode lasted from September 1774 to June 1775 … Bond realised they could be at it for many hours。
〃Once we get it on puter； the whole business bees faster； of course；' Holy remarked as they began their Orders phase … with Bond playing the British。 He remembered what Peter had told him： that his opponent almost expected the British to make the same moves and mistakes … as they had in history。
As Bond recalled it； the garrison mander had been hamstrung by the length of time orders took to reach him from England。 Had he acted decisively in the first weeks and months； this opening period could have had a very different oute。 While Independence would almost certainly have followed eventually； lives as well as face might have been saved。
Bond opened by showing patrols going out of Boston to search the surrounding countryside。 He also made secret forays in order to gain control of the high ground at Bunker's and Breed's Hills； together with the Dorchester Heights； at an early stage。
He was surprised to find how much faster the game moved than he had expected。
〃The fascination for me；' Holy observed as Bond took out two arms caches and around twenty revolutionaries on the Lexington road； 〃is the juxtaposition of reality and fiction。 But； in your former job； this must have been a constant problem。〃 Bond secretly took three more canno