Held Alone

by The Jass Player, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

Toni Koller turned the trump card face down on the talon and laid his flat hand on it, which in Schnapsen means closed: no more drawing, and he now had to reach sixty-six from what he held, or pay for it.

His brother Ruedi looked at the hand on the card and then at his own five. "What have you got?"

"Enough."

Toni led the Ace of Eicheln and Ruedi followed with the Under. Toni led the Ace of Schellen, and Ruedi had to put his Ober on it, because the talon was shut and a closed talon obliges you to follow suit, and that was the end of the marriage in Schellen he had been holding for three tricks and waiting for the lead to show. Toni took the next trick too and counted aloud, the way they had both counted since they were boys in the hay loft at Gontenbad, learning the game their mother had brought over from the Vorarlberg. He did not reach sixty-six. He reached sixty-three.

Ruedi wrote two game points to himself on the back of a beer mat. Since May the beer mats had been their slate. The slate stood behind the bar.

Rösli Manser brought the cider without being asked and put a third glass at the end of the table, by the window, where no one was sitting. She did this every Thursday. The brothers did not mention it, and neither did Anni Inauen, who had come in at seven as she always came in, with her coat over her arm, and had sat in her chair across from the empty one and watched two old men play a two-handed game at a table cut for four.

At half past seven the door opened and Emil Fässler's grandson came in out of the rain.

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He was twenty-four and studying something at the ETH that had to do with water under bridges, or water against bridges; Anni had been told at the funeral and had not kept it. He had his grandfather's ears and none of his grandfather's way of standing in a doorway. He stood in this one as if he might be in the wrong building.

"Frau Inauen."

"Lukas."

"Rösli wrote to me." He held up his phone as evidence. "She said the game was not finished."

Rösli was already at the bar. She brought out the slate with both hands, the way you would carry a tray with something hot on it, and set it on the Jass mat in front of Anni. It had not been wiped since the fourteenth of May. The two great Z's were there in Emil's chalk, one for each side, the strokes grouped as the Linde had always grouped them: the hundreds on the top bar of the Z in fives, the fifties on the diagonal in pairs, the twenties on the bottom bar in fives, and the odd remainders written small in the corner with a line through each when it was carried. Anni read it without counting the strokes. She did not need to count them.

Koller–Koller: 2,340.

Inauen–Fässler: 2,402.

The Linde played to 2,500 and had since before any of them sat down there. Ninety-eight points. The brothers could not get home in one deal, short of taking every trick, and nobody takes every trick against Anni Inauen. One good deal for the other side would do it.

"You know Schieber?" Ruedi said.

"I play on the app."

Ruedi and Toni looked at each other across the table with the expression of two men who have been told the doctor is very young.

"Sit," said Anni.

He sat in his grandfather's chair. Rösli moved the third glass of cider eight centimetres to the left, so it stood in front of him, and went back behind the bar.

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The cards were the Linde's own pack, German-suited as they are everywhere east of the Brünig, soft as cloth at the corners: Schellen, Schilten, Rosen, Eicheln; Six to Nine, the Banner with its little flag, the Under, the Ober, the King, the Ace. Thirty-six cards. Nine each. Toni dealt, three and three and three, counter-clockwise, and Lukas, on his right, was forehand.

In Schieber the forehand looks at nine cards and does one of two things. He names trumps, or he says I shove and knocks once on the table, and then his partner across from him must name trumps, without discussion, from her own nine and from what the shove has told her.

Lukas looked at his cards for a long time. On the app there is a counter that tells you how long you have. Anni watched him look at the corner of the table where a counter would be.

He knocked.

"Geschoben," said Toni, pleased, as though the boy had confessed something.

Anni had the Nine of Rosen, the Ace of Rosen, the King and the Ober of Rosen, and the Eight. Four other cards that were no help. She did not have the Under of Rosen.

Everything in the game turns on that card. In any of the three plain suits the Under is a small thing: two points, and it ranks below the Ober. Make its suit trumps and it is the Puur, the highest card in the pack, above the Ace, above everything, and worth twenty. Directly beneath it, in the same promoted suit, the Nine stops being a nothing and becomes the Nell, second in the game and worth fourteen. Players who come to Jass from the English games make the same mistake every winter: they think the Ace commands. In trumps the Ace is third. The Puur is first, and it is a farmhand.

Anni had the Nell, the Ace, and the King and Ober together, which is Stöck and twenty points of its own if she called it. Someone else had the Puur. Lukas had shoved. A partner who holds the Puur does not, as a rule, shove. Anni had played across from Emil for forty-one years, and in forty-one years Emil had shoved with the Puur in his hand perhaps a dozen times, always when he held it bare, without a second trump to keep it company, because a bare Puur cannot carry a hand by itself, and he would rather Anni chose.

She looked across at Lukas. He was looking at his own cards.

"Rosen," she said.

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Lukas led first, as forehand does whoever chose, and he led the King of Schellen and it held. He led the Ober of Schellen and Ruedi put the Ace on it, eleven and three to the Kollers, and Ruedi led back a Schilten Banner, and Anni, who could not follow, trumped it with the Eight of Rosen and was in.

She led the Nell.

This is the moment in a trump hand when everyone at the table learns what they are going to learn. Trumps were led, and the rule of following suit applies to trumps with one exception, older than the Linde, older than anyone who has argued about it: the Puur alone is never forced. A player whose only trump is the Puur may keep it back when trumps are led, and play anything else, and no one may call it a revoke.

Toni played the Seven of Rosen. Lukas played the Six of Eicheln, no trump at all. Ruedi played the Six of Rosen.

Toni's eyes went to Lukas and stayed there.

Anni led the Ace of Rosen. Toni had to give up the Banner, ten points onto her trick, and his mouth went thin. Lukas threw a Schilten Seven. Ruedi, with no Rosen left, threw the Under of Eicheln and said nothing.

So the Puur had not come out against two trump leads. It had gone nowhere. Three trumps had fallen from the other three hands, and by Anni's count that left one Rosen out in the room, and it was the one that mattered. Either Toni had it bare and was sitting on it as the rule allowed, or Ruedi had it, or the boy did.

She led the King of Rosen and said nothing. The Stöck is called as the second of the pair goes down, not the first, and not a moment after; a marriage you forget to call when you play it is a King and an Ober and nothing more.

Nobody followed the King with a trump. Toni put on a Schilten Under. Lukas a Schellen Six. Ruedi an Eicheln Nine. Two points.

She was out of trumps except the Ober.

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After that it was a matter of side suits and of who could count, and at the Linde everyone could count. Anni led her Ace of Eicheln. Toni followed with a small one. Lukas, who had no Eicheln, threw the Under of Schellen, and Ruedi put on his Ober, and the trick was hers.

She counted, as she had counted every trick of every Thursday for forty-one years, without moving her lips. The Kollers' tricks were stacked face down in front of Ruedi, and theirs in front of her, and she did not need to turn them over.

Seventy-six card points in her side's tricks. The Stöck still in her hand, twenty that would count whoever took the trick it went into. Ninety-six. Two short.

She led her Eight of Eicheln, because it was that or the Ober, and Toni took it with the King. Lukas gave the Banner of Schellen to it, ten points to the other side, and kept his last card back, and Ruedi put his Eicheln Banner on top, and that was twenty-four for the Kollers and the lead to Toni for the last trick. One card each.

"You have the Puur," Toni said to his brother, not quite as a question.

Ruedi showed him nothing.

Toni led the Ace of Schilten. Eleven points, and five more on top for the last trick, whoever took it. Two would have done. The only question on the table was whose.

Lukas played.

He did not put it down the way it is done on a screen, flat and quick. He held it a moment above the green felt and set it on the Ace, a little crooked, the way his grandfather used to: the Under of Rosen, the little man with the rose below him, the highest card in the game, which had sat in that hand through three trump leads with nobody able to make it come out.

Ruedi put the King of Schilten on it without looking at it. Anni laid her last card, the Ober of Rosen, on top of them all, and said, "Stöck."

"Twenty," said Ruedi, and got up, and went to the slate, and with Emil's own stub of chalk made one stroke on the bottom bar of the Inauen–Fässler Z. It is the custom at the Linde that the other side writes your Stöck. It keeps everyone honest and it keeps everyone counting.

Twenty for the Puur, eleven, four, three, and five for the last trick.

"A hundred and nineteen," said Anni, "and twenty is a hundred and thirty-nine, and that is two thousand five hundred and forty-one."

Nobody answered her, because it was not a question.

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Toni went to the slate himself. He stood in front of it for some time with the chalk, and then he made the last strokes on the Inauen–Fässler Z, a hundred on the top bar, and wrote a small 19 in the corner, and drew the line under both columns that closes a game at the Linde, and put the chalk down on the ledge.

"On the app," said Ruedi, gathering the cards, "it shows you where they all were. Afterwards."

"Yes," said Lukas.

"Here it does not."

"No." Lukas looked at the stacked tricks in front of Anni, the four cards on top, and did not reach for them. "Here you have to know."

Rösli came over with the wet sponge. She stood at the end of the table with it, and the slate in front of her, and the two old Z's and the closed line, and she did not wipe it. She looked at Anni.

Anni took the sponge from her and wiped the slate herself, top to bottom, in three long strokes, and handed it back. The slate was dark and wet and clean and smelled of the river.

Then she drew two new Z's on it, one for the Kollers and one for her side, and above her own she wrote, in the small square hand she had learned from the nuns in Appenzell, Inauen – Fässler, and pushed the chalk across the mat to the boy.

"Your deal," she said.

THE END

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