"That's right," he said with a stiff nod. "Wiltingdon." The memory of sacking him still brought a bit of a smile to his face - it was so much better than when they submitted their resignation. "He was an idiot. Better that someone has the brains to recognize a poor fit." He slid a bishop out to the frontlines, thoughtfully. He could bear to lose a few pieces if it helped him lean how she liked to play. "At least they're all - I believe - enthusiastic; people who hate it are bound to spread the venom soon enough. But there's also reputation to consider. Parents like good names."