In the audience, meanwhile, waiting for play to begin, sat demure, 19-year-old Zita Rajcsanyi, a Hungarian chess player whom Vasiljevic had been passing off as Fischer's girlfriend—a kind of Soon-Yi of the Adriatic. "I don't know who invented this story that I am Bobby Fischer's fiancée or girlfriend, but it is absolutely not true," she said before the match began. "We're just good friends, that's all."
After pushing that king's pawn, Fischer played brilliantly, with the logic and power that once marked his finest games, and Spassky resigned on his 49th move. Afterward, chess masters rhapsodized over Fischer's play. "It was clean, crystalline, pure, like Capablanca in a way," said referee Lothar Schmid, who had also worked the match in '72, comparing Fischer to the Cuban grandmaster of the 1920s. "This is what no one knew in advance. How would he play? Not even Bobby knew."
Their next two games, on Thursday and Saturday, ended in draws, and on Sunday, Fischer resigned on his 50th move. So Bobby is back, though it is still impossible to tell whether he is indeed the Bobby of old. After all, in this house of mirrors, only the game seems real.