Favoring his stiff right leg, Thom bowed with a flourish of his gleeman’s cloak that set the colorful patches fluttering. His eyes felt grainy, but he made himself speak lightly. “A good morning to you.” Straightening, he knuckled his long white mustaches grandly.
The black-and-gold-clad servants looked surprised. The two muscular lads straightened from the gold-studded red lacquer chest, with a shattered lid, that they had been about to lift, and the three women stilled their mops in front of them. The hallway was empty along here except for them, and any excuse to break their labor was good, especially at this hour. They looked as tired as Thom felt, with slumping shoulders and dark circles under their eyes.
“A good morning to you, gleeman,” the oldest of the women said. A bit plump and plain-faced, perhaps, she had a nice smile, weary as she was. “Can we help you?”
 “I am just going about trying to raise spirits. A gleeman must do what he can.” He would have used more than four, but he was fatigued enough to make even that many an exercise in concentration. How long since he had nearly dropped a fifth ball? Two hours? He stifled a yawn, turned it into a reassuring smile. “A terrible night, and spirits need lifting.”
“The Lord Dragon saved us,” one of the younger women said. She was pretty and slim, but with a predatory gleam in her dark, shadowed eyes that warned him to temper his smile. Of course, she might be useful if she was both greedy and honest, meaning that she would stay bought once he paid her. It was always good to find another set of hands to place a note, a tongue that would tell him what was heard and say what he wanted where he wanted. Old fool! You have enough hands and ears, so stop thinking of a fine bosom and remember the look in her eye! The interesting thing was that she sounded as if she meant what she said, and one of the young fellows nodded agreement to her words.
“Yes,” Thom said. “I wonder which High Lord had charge of the docks yesterday?” He nearly fumbled the balls in irritation at himself. Bringing it right out like that. He was too tired; he should be in his bed. He should have been there hours ago.
“The docks are the Defenders’ responsibility,” the oldest woman told him. “You’d not know that, of course. The High Lords would not concern themselves.”
Thom knew it very well. “Is that so? Well, I am not Tairen, of course.” He changed the balls from a simple circle to a double loop; it looked more difficult than it was, and the girl with the predatory look clapped her hands. Now that he was into it, he might as well go on. After this, though, he would call it a night. A night? The sun was rising already. “Still, it is a shame no one asked why those barges were at the docks. With their hatches down, hiding all those Trollocs. Not that I am saying anyone knew the Trollocs were there.” The double loop wobbled, and he quickly went back to a circle. Light, he was exhausted. “You’d think one of the High Lords would have asked, though.”
The two young men frowned thoughtfully at one another, and Thom smiled to himself. Another seed planted, just that easily, if clumsily as well. Another rumor started, whatever they knew for a fact about who had charge of the docks. And rumors spread—a rumor like this would not stop short of the city—so it was another small wedge of suspicion driven between commoners and nobles. Who would the commoners turn to, except the man they knew the nobles hated? The man who had saved the Stone from Shadowspawn. Rand al’Thor. The Lord Dragon.
It was time to leave what he had sown. If the roots had taken hold here, nothing he said now could pull them loose, and he had scattered other seeds this night. But it would not do for anyone to discover he was the one doing the planting. “They fought bravely last night, the High Lords did. Why, I saw . . . ” He trailed off as the women leaped to their mopping and the men grabbed up the chest and hurried away.
“I can find work for gleemen, too,” the majhere’s voice said behind him. “Idle hands are idle hands.”
He turned gracefully, considering his leg, and swept her a deep bow. The top of her head was below his shoulder, but she probably weighed half again what he did.   A small token of this fresh, new day.”
He gestured with a flurry of hands and tucked a golden yellow sunburst blossom, only a little bedraggled for its time up his sleeve, into the gray hair above her bandage. She snatched the flower right out again, of course, and eyed it suspiciously, but that was just as he wanted. He put three limping strides into her moment of hesitation, and when she shouted something after him, he neither listened nor slowed.
Horrible woman, he thought. If we had turned her loose on the Trollocs, she’d have had them all sweeping and mopping.
He yawned behind a hand, jaws creaking. He was too old for this. He was tired, and his knee was a knot of pain. Nights with no sleep, battles, plotting. Too old. He should be living quietly on a farm somewhere. With chickens. Farms always had chickens. And sheep. They must not be difficult to look after; shepherds seemed to loll about and play the pipes all the time. He would play the harp, of course, not pipes. Or his flute; weather was not good for the harp. And there would be a town nearby, with an inn where he could amaze the patrons in the common room. He flourished his cloak as he passed two servants. The only point in wearing it in this heat was to let people know he was a gleeman. They perked up at the sight of him, of course, hoping he might pause to entertain for a moment. Most gratifying. Yes, a farm had its virtues. A quiet place. No people to bother him. As long as there was a town close by.
Pushing open the door to his room, he stopped in his tracks. Moiraine straightened as if she had a perfect right to be going through the papers scattered on his table and calmly arranged her skirts as she sat on the stool. Now there was a beautiful woman, with every grace a man could want, including laughing at his quips. Fool! Old fool! She’s Aes Sedai, and you’re too tired to think straight.
 He avoided looking at his writing case, still sitting under the table where he had left it. No point in letting her know it was important. Probably no point in checking after she went, for that matter; she could have channeled the lock open and closed again, and he would never be able to tell. Weary as he was, he could not even remember whether he had left anything incriminating in the case. Or anywhere else, for that matter. Everything he could see in the room was right where it belonged. He did not think he could have been foolish enough to leave anything out. Doors in the servants’ quarters had no locks or latches. “I would offer you a refreshing drink, but I fear I have nothing but water.”
“I am not thirsty,” she said in a pleasant, melodious voice. She leaned forward, and the room was small enough for her to place a hand on his right knee. A chill tingle rippled through him. “I wish a good Healer had been near when this happened. It is too late now, I regret.”
“A dozen Healers would not have been enough,” he told her. “A Halfman did it.”
“I know.”
What else does she know? he wondered. Turning to pull his lone chair out from behind the table, he bit back an oath. He felt as if he had had a good night’s sleep, and the pain was gone from his knee. His limp remained, but the joint was more limber than it had been since he was injured. The woman didn’t even ask if I wanted it. Burn me, what is she after? He refused to flex the leg. If she would not ask, he would not acknowledge her gift.
“An interesting day, yesterday,” she said as he sat down.
“I’d not call Trollocs and Halfmen interesting,” he said dryly.
“I did not mean them. Earlier. The High Lord Carleon dead in a hunting accident. His good friend Tedosian apparently mistook him for a boar. Or perhaps a deer.”
“I hadn’t heard.” He kept his voice calm. Even if she had found the note, she could not have traced it to him. Carleon himself would have thought it by his own hand. He did not think she could have, but he reminded himself again that she was Aes Sedai. As if he needed any reminding, with that smooth pretty face across from him, those serene dark eyes watching him full of all his secrets.  “Then you will not have heard that Tedosian fell ill not an hour after returning to the Stone, directly after his wife gave him a goblet of wine to wash away the dust of the hunt. It is said he wept when he learned that she means to tend him herself, and feed him with her own hands. No doubt tears of joy at her love. I hear she has vowed not to leave his side until he can rise again. Or until he dies.”
She knew. How, he could not say, but she knew. But why was she revealing it to him? “A tragedy,” he said, matching her bland tone. “Rand will need all the loyal High Lords he can find, I suppose.”
“Carleon and Tedosian were hardly loyal. Even to each other, it seems. They led the faction that want to kill Rand and try to forget he ever lived.”
“Do you say so? I pay little attention to such things. The works of the mighty are not for a simple gleeman.”
Her smile was just short of laughter, but she spoke as if reading from a page. “Thomdril Merrilin. Called the Gray Fox, once, by some who knew him, or knew of him. Court-bard at the Royal Palace of Andor in Caemlyn. Morgase’s lover for a time, after Taringail died. Fortunate for Morgase, Taringail’s death. I do not suppose she ever learned he meant her to die and himself to be Andor’s first king. But we were speaking of Thom Merrilin, a man who, it was said, could play the Game of Houses in his sleep. It is a shame that such a man calls himself a simple gleeman. But such arrogance to keep the same name.”
Thom masked his shock with an effort. How much did she know? Too much if she knew not another word. But she was not the only one with knowledge. “Speaking of names,” he said levelly, “it is remarkable how much can be puzzled out from a name. Moiraine Damodred. The Lady Moiraine of House Damodred, in Cairhien. Taringail’s youngest half-sister. King Laman’s niece. And Aes Sedai, let us not forget. An Aes Sedai aiding the Dragon Reborn since before she could have known that he was more than just another poor fool who could channel. An Aes Sedai with connections high in the White Tower, I would say, else she’d not risk what she has. Someone in the Hall of the Tower? More than one, I’d say; it would have to be. News of that would shake the world. But why should there be trouble? Perhaps it’s best to leave an old gleeman tucked away in his hole in the servants’ quarters. Just an old gleeman playing his harp and telling his tales. Tales that harm no one.”
If he had managed to stagger her even a fraction, she did not show it. “Speculation without facts is always dangerous,” she said calmly. “I do not use my House name, by choice. House Damodred had a deservedly unpleasant reputation before Laman cut down Avendoraldera and lost the throne and his life for it. Since the Aiel War, it has grown worse, also deservedly.”
Would nothing shake the woman? “What do you want of me?” he demanded irritably.
She did not as much as blink. “Elayne and Nynaeve take ship for Tanchico today. A dangerous city, Tanchico. Your knowledge and skills might keep them alive.”
So that was it.  “As you say, Tanchico is dangerous now, but then it always was. I wish the young women well, yet I’ve no wish to stick my head into a vipers’ nest. I am too old for that sort of thing. I have been thinking of taking up farming. A quiet life. Safe.”
 Sounding distinctly amused, she busied herself rearranging the folds of her skirt with small, slender hands. He had the impression she was hiding a smile. “Tanchico will not, however. I guarantee that, and by the First Oath, you know it for truth.”
He frowned at her despite his best efforts to keep his face straight. She had said it, and she could not lie, yet how could she know? He was sure she could not Foretell; he was certain he had heard her disavow the Talent. But she had said it. Burn the woman! “Why should I go to Tanchico?” She could do without titles.
“To protect Elayne? Morgase’s daughter?”
“I have not seen Morgase in fifteen years, Elayne was an infant when I left Caemlyn.”
She hesitated, but when she spoke her voice was unrelentingly firm. “And your reason for leaving Andor? A nephew named Owyn, I believe.  The Red sisters were supposed to bring him to Tar Valon, as any such man is, but instead they gentled him on the spot and abandoned him to the . . . mercies of his neighbors.”
Thom knocked his chair over standing up, then had to hold on to the table because his knees were shaking. Owyn had not lived long after being gentled, driven from his home by supposed friends who could not bear to let even a man who could no longer channel live among them. Nothing Thom did could stop Owyn not wanting to live, or stop his young wife from following him to the grave inside the month.
“Why . . . ?” He cleared his throat roughly, tried to make his voice less husky. “Why are you telling me this?”
There was sympathy on Moiraine’s face. And could it be regret? Surely not. Not from an Aes Sedai. The sympathy had to be false as well. “I would not have done, had you been willing to go simply to help Elayne and Nynaeve.”
“Why, burn you! Why?”
“If you go with Elayne and Nynaeve, I will tell you the names of those Red sisters when I see you next, as well as the name of the one who gave them their orders. They did not act on their own. And I will see you again. You will survive Tarabon.”
He drew an uneven breath. “What good will their names do me?” he asked in a flat voice. “Aes Sedai names, wrapped in all the power of the White Tower.”
“A skilled and dangerous player of the Game of Houses might find a use for them,” she replied quietly. “They should not have done what they did. They should not have been excused for it.”
“Will you leave me, please?”
“I will teach you that not all Aes Sedai are like those Reds, Thom. You must learn that.”
“Please?”
He stood leaning on the table until she was gone, unwilling to let her see him sink awkwardly to his knees, see the tears trickling down his weathered face. Oh, Light, Owyn. He had buried it all as deeply as he could. I couldn’t get there in time. I was too busy.  He scrubbed at his face testily. Moiraine could play the Game with the best.  Owyn, Elayne. Morgase’s daughter. Only fondness remained for Morgase, perhaps a little more than that, but it was hard to walk away from a child you had bounced on your knee. That girl in Tanchico? That city would eat her alive even without a war. It must be a pit of rabid wolves, now. And Moiraine will give me the names. All he had to do was leave Rand in Aes Sedai hands. Just as he had left Owyn.  Burn the woman!
Looping the embroidery basket’s handle over her arm, Min gathered her skirts with her other hand and strolled out of the dining hall after breakfast in a gliding pace, her back straight.  Partly that was because she could not take a proper stride in her dress, all pale blue silk with a snug bodice and sleeves and a full skirt that would drag its embroidered hem on the ground if she did not hold it up. It was also partly because she was sure she could feel Laras’s eyes on her.
A glance back proved her right. The Mistress of the Kitchens, a wine cask on legs, was beaming after her approvingly from the dining hall doorway.  “Lively,” she called them. Who would have suspected she would decide to take “Elmindreda” under her stout wing? It was hardly a comfortable position. Laras kept a protective eye on Min, an eye that seemed to find her anywhere in the Tower grounds. Min smiled back and patted her hair, now a round black cap of curls. Burn the woman! Doesn’t she have something to cook, or some scullion to yell at?
Laras waved to her, and she waved in return. She could not afford to offend someone who watched her so closely, not when she had no idea how many mistakes she might be making. Laras knew every trick of “lively” women, and expected to teach Min any she did not already know.
One real mistake, Min reflected as she took a seat on a marble bench beneath a tall willow, had been the embroidery. Not from Laras’s point of view, but her own. Pulling her embroidery hoop from the basket, she ruefully examined yesterday’s work, a number of lopsided yellow oxeyes and something she had meant to be a pale yellow rosebud, though no one would know unless she told them. With a sigh, she set to picking the stitches out. Leane was right, she supposed; a woman could sit for hours with an embroidery hoop, watching everyone and everything, and nobody thought it strange. It would have helped, though, if she had any skill at all.
At least it was a perfect morning for being out-of-doors. A golden sun had just cleared the horizon in a sky where the few fluffy white clouds seemed arrayed to emphasize the perfection. A light breeze caught the scent of roses and ruffled tall calma bushes with their big red or white blossoms. Soon enough the gravel-covered paths near the tree would be full of people on one errand or another, everyone from Aes Sedai to stablemen. A perfect morning, and a perfect place from which to watch unobserved. Perhaps today she would have a useful viewing.
“Elmindreda?”
 Twisting ’round on the bench, she prepared to assail Gawyn for sneaking up on her, but the words froze in her throat. Galad was with him. Taller than Gawyn, with long legs, he moved with a dancer’s grace and a lean, sinewy strength. His hands were long, too, elegant yet strong.  He was, quite simply, the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
 “We know you are a pretty little girl; you do not need to prove it to us.”
Blushing, she hastily pulled her hand down, and barely restrained herself from a furious glare that would not have been at all in keeping with Elmindreda. He had needed no threats or commands from the Amyrlin to keep her secret, only her asking, but he did take any opportunity to tease that presented itself.
“It is not right to mock, Gawyn,” Galad said. “He did not mean to offend, Mistress Elmindreda. Your pardon, but can it be we have met before? When you frowned at Gawyn so fiercely just then, I almost thought I knew you.”
Min dropped her eyes demurely. “Oh, I could never forget meeting you, my Lord Galad,” she said in her best foolish-girl voice. The simpering tone, and anger at her own slip, sent a tide of heat to her hairline, improving her disguise.
She did not look anything like herself, and the dress and the hair were only a part of it. Leane had acquired creams and powders and an incredible assortment of mysterious scented things in the city and drilled her until she could have used them in her sleep. She had cheekbones, now, and more color in her lips than nature had put there. A dark cream lining her eyelids and a fine powder that emphasized her lashes made her eyes seem larger. Not at all like herself. Some of the novices had told her admiringly how beautiful she was, and even a few Aes Sedai had called her “a very pretty child.” She hated it. The dress was quite pretty, she admitted, but she hated the rest of it. Yet there was no point in donning a disguise if she did not keep it up.
“I am sure you would remember,” Gawyn said dryly. “I did not mean to interrupt you at your embroidery—swallows, are they? Yellow swallows?” Min thrust the hoop back into the basket. “But I wanted to ask you to comment on this.” He pushed a small, leather-bound book, old and tattered, into her hands, and suddenly his voice was serious. “Tell my brother this is nonsense. Perhaps he will listen to you.”
She examined the book. The Way of the Light, by Lothair Mantelar. Opening it, she read at random. “Therefore abjure all pleasure, for goodness is a pure abstract, a perfect crystalline ideal which is obscured by base emotion. Pamper not the flesh. Flesh is weak but spirit is strong; flesh is useless where spirit is strong. Right thought is drowned in sensation, and right action hindered by passions. Take all joy from rightness, and rightness only.” It seemed to be dry nonsense.
Min smiled at Gawyn, and even managed a titter. “So many words. I fear I know little of books, my Lord Gawyn. I always mean to read one—I do.” She sighed. “But there is so little time. Why, just fixing my hair properly takes hours. Do you think it is pretty?” The outraged startlement on his face nearly made her laugh, but she changed it to a giggle. It was a pleasure to turn the tables on him for a change; she would have to see if she could do it more often. There were possibilities in this disguise she had not considered. This stay in the Tower had turned out to be all boredom and irritation. She deserved some amusement.
“Lothair Mantelar,” Gawyn said in a tight voice, “founded the Whitecloaks. The Whitecloaks!”
“He was a great man,” Galad said firmly. “A philosopher of noble ideals. If the Children of the Light have sometimes been . . . excessive . . . since his day, it does not change that.”
“Oh, my. Whitecloaks,” Min said breathlessly, and added a little shudder.  I cannot imagine a Whitecloak dancing. Do you think there is any chance of a dance here? Aes Sedai do not seem to care for dancing either, and I do so love to dance.” The frustration in Gawyn’s eyes was delightful.
“I do not think so,” Galad said, taking the book from her.  If I hear of a suitable dance in the city, I will escort you, if you wish it. You need have no fear of being annoyed by those two louts.” He smiled at her, unconscious of what he was doing, and she suddenly found herself breathless in truth. Men should not be allowed smiles like that.
It actually took her a moment to remember what two louts he was talking about. The two men who had supposedly asked for Elmindreda’s hand in marriage, nearly fighting each other because she could not make up her mind, pressing her to the point of seeking sanctuary in the Tower because she could not stop encouraging them both. Just the entire excuse for her being there. It’s this dress, she told herself. I could think straight if I had on my proper clothes.
“I’ve noticed the Amyrlin speaks to you every day,” Gawyn said suddenly. “Has she mentioned our sister Elayne? Or Egwene al’Vere? Has she said anything of where they are?”
Min wished she could black his eye. He did not know why she was pretending to be someone else, of course, but he had agreed to help her be accepted as Elmindreda, and now he was linking her to women too many in the Tower knew were friends of Min. “Oh, the Amyrlin Seat is such a wonderful woman,” she said sweetly, baring her teeth in a smile. “She always asks how I am passing the time, and compliments my dress. I suppose she hopes I’ll make a decision soon between Darvan and Goemal, but I just cannot.” She widened her eyes, hoping it made her look helpless and confused. “They are both so sweet. Who did you say? Your sister, my Lord Gawyn? The Daughter-Heir herself? I do not think I’ve ever heard the Amyrlin Seat mention her. What was the other name?” She could hear Gawyn grinding his teeth.
“We should not bother Mistress Elmindreda with that,” Galad said. “It is our problem, Gawyn. It is up to us to find the lie and deal with it.”
She barely heard him, because suddenly she was staring at a big man with long dark hair curling around slumped shoulders, wandering aimlessly down one of the graveled paths through the trees, under the watchful eyes of an Accepted. She had seen Logain before, a sad-faced, once-hearty man, always with an Accepted for companion. The woman was meant to keep him from killing himself as much as to prevent his escape; despite his size, he truly did not seem up to anything of the latter sort. But she had never before seen a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It was only there for a moment, but that was enough.
Logain had proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn, had been captured and gentled. Whatever glory he might have had as a false Dragon was far behind him now. All that remained for him was the despair of the gentled, like a man who had been robbed of sight and hearing and taste, wanting to die, waiting for the death that inevitably came to such men in a few years. He glanced at her, perhaps not seeing her; his eyes looked hopelessly inward. So why had he worn a halo that shouted of glory and power to come? This was something she had to tell the Amyrlin.
“Poor fellow,” Gawyn muttered. “I cannot help pitying him. Light, it would be a mercy to let him end it. Why do they make him keep on living?”
“He deserves no pity,” Galad pronounced. “Have you forgotten what he was, what he did? How many thousands died before he was taken? How many towns were burned? Let him live on as a warning to others.”
Gawyn nodded, but reluctantly. “Yet men followed him. Some of those towns were burned after they declared for him.”
“I have to go,” Min said, getting to her feet, and Galad was instantly all solicitude.
“Forgive us, Mistress Elmindreda. We did not mean to frighten you. Logain cannot harm you. I give you my assurance.”
“I . . . Yes, he’s made me feel faint. Do excuse me. I really must go lie down.”
Gawyn looked extremely skeptical, but he scooped up her basket before she could touch it. “Let me see you part of the way, at least,” he said, his voice oozing false concern. “This basket must be too heavy for you, dizzy as you are. I’d not want you to swoon.”
She wanted to snatch the basket and hit him with it, but that was not how Elmindreda would react. “Oh, thank you, my Lord Gawyn. You are so kind. So kind. No, no, my Lord Galad. Do not let me encumber both of you. Do sit down here and read your book. Do say you will. I just could not bear it, otherwise.” She even fluttered her eyelashes.
Somehow she managed to ensconce Galad on the marble bench and get away, though with Gawyn right beside her. Her skirts were an irritant; she wanted to pull them up to her knees and run, but Elmindreda would never run, and never expose so much of her legs except when dancing. Laras had lectured her severely on that very point; one time running, and she would nearly destroy the image of Elmindreda completely. And Gawyn . . . !
“Give me that basket, you muscle-brained cretin,” she snarled as soon as they were out of Galad’s sight, and pulled it away from him before he could comply. “What do you mean by asking me about Elayne and Egwene in front of him? Elmindreda never met them. Elmindreda does not care about them. Elmindreda doesn’t want to be mentioned in the same sentence with them! Can’t you understand that?”
“No,” he said. “Not since you won’t explain. But I am sorry.” There was hardly enough repentance in his voice to suit her. “It is just that I am worried. Where are they? This news coming upriver about a false Dragon in Tear makes me no easier in my mind. They are out there, somewhere, the Light knows where, and I keep asking myself, what if they are in the middle of the sort of bonfire Logain made out of Ghealdan?”
“What if he isn’t a false Dragon?” she asked cautiously.
“You mean because the stories in the streets say he’s taken the Stone of Tear? Rumor has a way of magnifying events. I will believe that when I see it, and in any case, it will take more to convince me. Even the Stone could fall. Light, I don’t really believe Elayne and Egwene are in Tear, but the not knowing eats at my belly like acid. If she is hurt . . . ”
Min did not know which “she” he meant, and suspected he did not either. In spite of his teasing, her heart went out to him, but there was nothing she could do. “If you could only do as I say and—”
“I know. Trust the Amyrlin. Trust!” He exhaled a long breath. “Do you know Galad has been drinking in the taverns with Whitecloaks?  “In taverns? Drinking?”
“No more than a cup or two, I’m sure. He would not unbend more than that, not for his own nameday.” Gawyn frowned as if unsure whether that might be a criticism of Galad. “The point is that he is talking with Whitecloaks. And now this book. According to the inscription, Eamon Valda himself gave it to him. ‘In the hope you will find the way.’ Valda, Min. The man commanding the Whitecloaks on the other side of the bridges. Not knowing is eating Galad up, too. Listening to Whitecloaks. If anything happens to our sister, or to Egwene . . . ” He shook his head. “Do you know where they are, Min? Would you tell me if you did? Why are you hiding?”
“Because I drove two men mad with my beauty and cannot make up my mind,” she told him acidly.
He gave a bitter half-laugh, then masked it with a grin. “Well, that at least I can believe.” He chuckled, and stroked under her chin with a finger. “You are a very pretty girl, Elmindreda.
She doubled a fist and tried to punch him in the eye, but he danced back, and she stumbled over her skirts and nearly fell.
“Such grace of movement, Elmindreda,” he laughed. “Such a dulcet voice, as a nightingale, or a cooing dove of the evening. What man would not grow starry-eyed at the sight of Elmindreda?” The mirth slid away, and he faced her soberly. “If you learn anything, please tell me. Please? I will beg on my knees, Min.”
“I will tell you,” she said. If I can. If it’s safe for them. Light, but I hate this place. Why can’t I just go back to Rand?
She left Gawyn there and entered the Tower proper by herself, keeping an eye out for Aes Sedai or Accepted who might question why she was above the ground floor and where she was going. The news of Logain was too important to wait until the Amyrlin encountered her, seemingly by accident, some time in the late afternoon as usual. At least, that was what she told herself. Impatience threatened to pop out through her skin.
She only saw a few Aes Sedai, turning a corner ahead of her or entering a room in the distance, which was all to the good. No one simply dropped in on the Amyrlin Seat. The handful of servants she passed, all bustling about their work, did not question her, of course, or even look at her twice except to drop quick curtsies almost without pausing.
Pushing open the door to the Amyrlin’s study, she had a simpering tale ready in case anyone was with Leane, but the antechamber was empty. She hurried to the inner door and put her head in. The Amyrlin and the Keeper were seated on either side of Siuan’s table, which was littered with small strips of thin paper. Their heads swiveled toward her sharply, a stare like four nails.
“What are you doing here?” the Amyrlin snapped. “You are supposed to be a silly girl claiming sanctuary, not a friend of my childhood. There is to be no contact between us except the most casual, in passing. If necessary, I’ll name Laras to watch over you like a nurse over a child. She would enjoy that, I think, but I doubt you would.”
Min shivered at the thought. Suddenly Logain did not seem so urgent; it was hardly likely he could achieve any glory in the next few days. He was not really why she had come, though, only an excuse, and she would not turn back now. Closing the door behind her, she stammered out what she had seen and what it meant.
Siuan shook her head wearily. “Another thing to worry about. Starvation in Cairhien. A sister missing in Tarabon. Trolloc raids increasing in the Borderlands again. This fool who calls himself the Prophet, stirring up riots in Ghealdan. He’s apparently preaching that the Dragon has been Reborn as a Shienaran lord,” she said incredulously. “Even the small things are bad. The war in Arad Doman has stopped trade from Saldaea, and the pinch is making unrest in Maradon. Tenobia may even be forced off the throne by it. The only good news I have heard is that the Blight has retreated for some reason. Two miles or more of green beyond the borderstones, without a hint of corruption or pestilence, all the way from Saldaea to Shienar. The first time in memory it has done that. But I suppose good news has to be balanced by bad. When a boat has one leak it is sure to have others. I only wish it was a balance. Leane, have the watch on Logain increased. I can’t see what trouble he could cause now, but I do not want to find out.” She turned those piercing blue eyes on Min. “Why did you come flapping up here with this like a startled gull? Logain could have waited. The man is hardly likely to find power and glory before sunset.”
The near echo of her own thoughts made Min shift uncomfortably. “I know,” she said, Leane’s eyebrows rose warningly, and she added a hasty, “Mother.” The Keeper nodded approvingly.
“That does not tell me why, child,” Siuan said.
Min steeled herself. “Mother, nothing I’ve viewed since the first day has been very important. I certainly have not seen anything that points to the Black Ajah.” That name still gave her a chill.  She had to stop and swallow, with that penetrating gaze on her. “Mother, there is no reason I should not go. There’s reason I should. Perhaps Rand could make real use of what I can do. If he has taken the Stone . . . Mother, he may need me.” At least I need him, burn me for a fool!
The Keeper shuddered openly at the mention of Rand’s name. Siuan, on the other hand, snorted loudly. “Your viewings have been very useful. It’s important to know about Logain. You found the groom who was stealing before suspicion could land on anyone else.  Sheriam cut that short—the girl won’t even think of men until she’s finished her training—but we’d not have known until it was too late, without you. No, you cannot go. Sooner or later your viewings will draw me a chart to the Black Ajah, and until they do, they still more than pay their passage.”
Min sighed, and not only because the Amyrlin meant to hold on to her. The last time she had seen that redheaded novice, the girl had been sneaking off to a wooded part of the grounds with a muscular guard. They would be married, maybe before the end of summer; Min had known that as soon as she saw them together, though the Tower never let a novice leave until the Tower was ready, even one who could not go any further in her training. There was a farm in that pair’s future, and a swarm of children, but it was pointless to tell the Amyrlin that.
“Could you at least let Gawyn and Galad know that Egwene and their sister are all right, Mother?” Asking irked her, and her tone of voice did, too. A child denied a slice of cake begging for a cookie instead.  Do not make me tell you again.”
“They don’t believe it any more than I do,” Min got out before the Amyrlin’s dry smile quieted her. It was not an amused smile.
“So you suggest I change where they are supposed to be? After letting everyone think them on a farm? Do you suppose that might raise a few eyebrows? Everyone but those boys accepts it. And you. Well, Coulin Gaidin will just have to work them that much harder. Sore muscles and enough sweat will take most men’s minds off other troubles. Women’s minds too. You ask many more questions, and I’ll see what a few days scrubbing pots will do for you. Better to lose your services for two or three days than have you poking your nose where it does not belong.”
“You don’t even know if they are in trouble, do you? Or Moiraine.” It was not Moiraine she meant.
“Girl,” Leane said warningly, but Min was not to be stopped now.
“Why haven’t we heard? Rumors reached here two days ago. Two days! Why doesn’t one of those slips on your desk contain a message from her? Doesn’t she have pigeons? I thought you Aes Sedai had people with messenger pigeons everywhere. If there isn’t one in Tear, there should be. A man on horseback could have reached Tar Valon before now. Why—?”
The flat crack of Siuan’s palm on the table cut her off. “You obey remarkably well,” she said wryly. “Child, until we hear something to the contrary, assume the young man is well. Pray that he is.” Leane shivered again. “There’s a saying in the Maule, child,” the Amyrlin went on. “ ‘Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.’ Mark it well, child.”
There was a timid knock at the door.
The Amyrlin and the Keeper exchanged glances; then two sets of eyes shifted to Min. Her presence was a problem. There was certainly nowhere to hide; even the balcony was clearly visible from the room in its entirety.
“A reason for you to be here,” Siuan muttered, “that doesn’t make you any more than the fool girl you’re supposed to be. Leane, stand ready at the door.” She and the Keeper were on their feet together, Siuan coming around the table while Leane moved to the door. “Take Leane’s seat, girl. Move your feet, child; move your feet. Now look sulky. Not angry, sulky! Stick your lower lip out and stare at the floor. I may make you wear ribbons in your hair, huge red bows. That’s it. Leane.” The Amyrlin put her fists on her hips and raised her voice. “And if you ever walk in on me unannounced again, child, I will . . . ”
Leane pulled the door open to reveal a dark novice who flinched at Siuan’s continuing tirade, then dropped a deep curtsy. “Messages for the Amyrlin, Aes Sedai,” the girl squeaked. “Two pigeons arrived at the loft.” She was one of those who had told Min she was beautiful, and she tried to stare past the Keeper with wide eyes.
“This does not concern you, child,” Leane said briskly, taking the tiny cylinders of bone out of the girl’s hand. “Back to the loft with you.”  “I have jumped at every unexpected sound since you told me . . . ” Straightening, she came back to the table. “Two more messages, Mother. Shall I . . . ?”
“Yes. Open them,” the Amyrlin said. “No doubt Morgase has decided to invade Cairhien after all. Or Trollocs have overrun the Borderlands. It would be of a piece with everything else.” Min kept her seat; Siuan had sounded all too realistic with some of those threats.
Leane examined the red wax seal on the end of one of the small cylinders, no larger than her own finger joint, then broke it open with a thumbnail when she was satisfied it had not been tampered with. The rolled paper inside she extracted with a slim ivory pick. “Nearly as bad as Trollocs, Mother,” she said almost as soon as she began reading. “Mazrim Taim has escaped.”
“Light!” Siuan barked. “How?”
“This only says he was taken away by stealth in the night, Mother. Two sisters are dead.”
“The Light illumine their souls. But we’ve little time to mourn the dead while the likes of Taim are alive and ungentled. Where, Leane?”
“Denhuir, Mother. A village east of the Black Hills on the Maradon Road, above the headwaters of the Antaeo and the Luan.”
“It had to be some of his followers. Fools. Why won’t they know when they are beaten? Choose out a dozen reliable sisters, Leane . . . ” The Amyrlin grimaced. “Reliable,” she muttered. “If I knew who was more reliable than a silverpike, I’d not have the problems I do. Do the best you can, Leane. A dozen sisters. And five hundred of the guards. No, a full thousand.”
“Mother,” the Keeper said worriedly. “The Whitecloaks—”
“—would not try to cross the bridges if I left them unwatched entirely. They would be afraid of a trap. There is no telling what is going on up there, Leane. I want whoever I send to be ready for anything. And Leane . . . Mazrim Taim is to be gentled as soon as he is taken again.”
Leane’s eyes opened wide with shock. “The law.”
“I know the law as well as you, but I will not risk having him freed again ungentled. I’ll not risk another Guaire Amalasan, not on top of every thing else.”
“Yes, Mother,” Leane said faintly.
The Amyrlin picked up the second bone cylinder and snapped it in two with a sharp crack to get the message out. “Good news at last,” she breathed, a smile blooming on her face. “Good news. ‘The sling has been used. The shepherd holds the sword.’ ”
“Rand?” Min asked, and Siuan nodded.
“Of course, girl. The Stone has fallen. Rand al’Thor, the shepherd, has Callandor. Now I can move. Leane, I want the Hall of the Tower convened this afternoon. No, this morning.”
“I don’t understand,” Min said. “You knew the rumors were about Rand. Why are you calling the Hall now? What can you do that you could not before?”
Siuan laughed like a girl. “What I can do now is tell them right out that I have received word from an Aes Sedai that the Stone of Tear has fallen and a man has drawn Callandor. Prophecy fulfilled. Enough of it for my purpose, at least. The Dragon is Reborn. They’ll flinch, they’ll argue, but none can oppose my pronouncement that the Tower must guide this man. At last I can involve myself with him openly. Openly for the most part.”
“Are we doing the right thing, Mother?” Leane said abruptly. “I know . . . If he has Callandor, he must be the Dragon Reborn, but he can channel, Mother. A man who can channel. I only saw him once, but even then there was something strange about him. Something more than being ta’veren. Mother, is he so very different from Taim when it comes down to it?”
“The difference is that he is the Dragon Reborn, daughter,” the Amyrlin said quietly. “Taim is a wolf, and maybe rabid. Rand al’Thor is the wolfhound we will use to defeat the Shadow. Keep his name to yourself, Leane. Best not to reveal too much too soon.”
“As you say, Mother,” the Keeper said, but she still sounded uneasy.
“Off with you now. I want the Hall assembled in an hour.” Siuan thoughtfully watched the taller woman go. “There may be more resistance than I would wish,” she said when the door clicked shut.
Min looked at her sharply. “You don’t mean . . . ”
“Oh, nothing serious, child. Not as long as they don’t know how long I have been involved with the al’Thor boy.” She looked at the slip of paper again, then dropped it onto the table. “I could wish Moiraine had told me more.”
“Why didn’t she say more? And why have we not heard from her before this?”
“More questions with you. That one you must ask Moiraine. She has always gone her own way. Ask Moiraine, child.”
Sahra Covenry worked the hoe in desultory fashion, frowning at the tiny sprouts of threadleaf and hensfoot poking up in the rows of cabbages and beets. It was not that Mistress Elward was a harsh taskmistress—she was no more stern than Sahra’s mother, and certainly easier that Sheriam—but Sahra had not gone to the White Tower to end up back on a farm hoeing vegetables with the sun barely up. Her white novice dresses were packed away; she wore brown wool her mother might have sewn, the skirt tied up to her knees to keep it out of the dirt. It was all so unfair. She had not done anything.
Wriggling her bare toes in the turned soil, she glared at a stubborn hensfoot and channeled, meaning to burn it out of the ground. Sparks flashed around the leafy sprout, and it wilted. Hurriedly she sliced the thing out of the dirt and her mind. If there was any fairness in the world, Lord Galad would come to the farm while out hunting.
Leaning on the hoe, she lost herself in a daydream of Healing Galad’s injuries, received in a fall from his horse—not his fault, of course; he was a wonderful horseman—and him lifting her up in front of him on his saddle, declaring he would be her Warder—she would be Green Ajah, of course—and . . .
“Sahra Covenry?”
Sahra jumped at the sharp voice, but it was not Mistress Elward. She curtsied as best she could, with her skirts gathered up. “The day’s greeting, Aes Sedai. Have you come to take me back to the Tower?”
The Aes Sedai moved closer, not caring that her skirts dragged through the dirt of the vegetable patch. Despite the summer warmth of the morning, she wore a cloak, the hood pulled up to shadow her face. “Just before you left the Tower, you took a woman to the Amyrlin Seat. A woman calling herself Elmindreda.”
“Yes, Aes Sedai,” Sahra said, a slight question in her voice. She did not like the way the Aes Sedai had said that, as if she had left the Tower for good.
“Tell me everything that you heard or saw, girl, from the moment you took the woman in charge. Everything.”
“But I heard nothing, Aes Sedai. The Keeper sent me away as soon as—” Pain racked her, digging her toes into the dirt, arching her back; the spasm lasted only moments, but it seemed eternal. Struggling for breath, she realized her cheek was pressed to the ground, and her still trembling fingers dug into the soil. She did not remember falling. She could see Mistress Elward’s laundry basket lying on its side near the stone farmhouse, damp linens spilled out in a heap. Dazed, she thought that that was odd; Moria Elward would never leave her washing lying like that.
“Everything, girl,” the Aes Sedai said coldly. She was standing over Sahra now, making no move to help her. She had hurt her; it was not supposed to be that way. “Every person this Elmindreda spoke to, every word she said, every nuance and expression.”
“She spoke to Lord Gawyn, Aes Sedai,” Sahra sobbed into the earth. “That is all I know, Aes Sedai. All.” She began to weep in earnest, sure that was not enough to satisfy this woman. She was right. She did not stop screaming for a long time, and when the Aes Sedai left there was not a sound around the farmhouse except for the chickens, not even breathing.


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determined to be either true or false. If the condition is true, and
is further followed by some other type of action or logic, then that action gets executed.
Otherwise, if a while loop's condition evaluates to false, no looping occurs and instead,
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flow of the code to continuously repeat, and increment both the value of "c1" and "i"
(due to the ++ operator), until the loop's
condition statement evaluates to false. Ultimately, the first while loop results in a
value of "4" for variable "c1" - while the
assignment statement (at line 8) that immediately follows it re-assigns the variable "i" to its initial value
of zero, before the do while loop (at line 9) begins executing.
The purpose of a do statement is to execute a segment of code - at least once,
before a while loop begins. This keeps any condition that
follows
a while loop, from restricting or otherwise impacting
the do segment of code - for at least one iteration, before the do segment
of code invariably becomes subject to the result of the while loop's condition statement.
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extends java.lang.Object
implements java.lang.Cloneable
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appendToFile(DirectAccessFile f)
appends the content of the record to the end of given file
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clone()
Returns a clone of current object
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getKey()
returns key of the record - what sorting of records is based on
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void |
readFromFile(DirectAccessFile f)
reads and populates the record with info from file
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void |
readFromFile(DirectAccessFile f,
long pos)
reads and populates the record with info from file
from given position
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void |
readFromString(java.lang.String s)
reads and populates the record with info from given string
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java.lang.String[] |
toArray()
Returns all data in an array
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java.lang.String |
toString()
Returns all data in a string
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void |
writeToFile(DirectAccessFile f)
writes the content of the record to the given DirectAccessFile
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void |
writeToFile(DirectAccessFile f,
long pos)
writes the content of the record to the given DirectAccessFile
at given position
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java.lang.String |
writeToString()
returns the content of the record
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public abstract java.lang.String getKey()
public java.lang.String[] toArray()
public java.lang.String toString()
toString
in class java.lang.Object
public java.lang.Object clone()
clone
in class java.lang.Object
public void writeToFile(DirectAccessFile f)
f
- file to which the record should be writtenpublic void writeToFile(DirectAccessFile f, long pos)
f
- file to which the record should be writtenpos
- position in the filepublic void readFromFile(DirectAccessFile f)
f
- DirectAccessFile to read frompublic void readFromFile(DirectAccessFile f, long pos)
f
- DirectAccessFile to read frompos
- position in the file to read frompublic void appendToFile(DirectAccessFile f)
f
- DirectAccessFile to which record should be appendedpublic void readFromString(java.lang.String s)
s
- string with informationpublic java.lang.String writeToString()


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Terminal symbol returned by the lexer type. More...
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Terminal symbol returned by the lexer type.
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Value of the symbol.
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URL helpers for absolute url's
A set of extensions to simplify creating absolute URL's in Razor,
The MVC IUrlHelper is often used in Razor to create links to other Action / Routes in an MVC application.
@*Get the url for MyController.Index*@ @Url.Action("Demo", "MyController") @*Returns /MyController/Demo*@
The help creates site relative URL paths. The sample above produces /MyController/Demo If you want an actual absolute URL; the easiest way is to provide the protocol as part of the call
Sometimes, you may really want the absolute URL. As per Stack Overflow and Captain Codeman
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#include <sys/types.h> #include <pwd.h> struct passwd *getpwnam(const char *name); struct passwd *getpwuid(uid_t uid); int getpwnam_r(const char *name, struct passwd *pwd,
char *buf, size_t buflen, struct passwd **result); int getpwuid_r(uid_t uid, struct passwd *pwd,
char *buf, size_t buflen, struct passwd **result);
Feature Test Macro Requirements for glibc (see feature_test_macros(7)):
getpwnam_r(), getpwuid_r():
The getpwuid() function returns a pointer to a structure containing the broken-out fields of the record in the password database that matches the user ID uid.
The passwd structure is defined in <pwd.h> as follows:
struct passwd { char *pw_name; /* username */ char *pw_passwd; /* user password */ uid_t pw_uid; /* user ID */ gid_t pw_gid; /* group ID */ char *pw_gecos; /* user information */ char *pw_dir; /* home directory */ char *pw_shell; /* shell program */ };
See passwd(5) for more information about these fields.
The getpwnam_r() and getpwuid_r() functions obtain the same information as getpwnam() and getpwuid(), but store the retrieved passwd structure in the space pointed to by pwd. The string fields pointed to by the members of the passwd structure are stored in the buffer buf of size buflen. A pointer to the result (in case of success) or NULL (in case no entry was found or an error occurred) is stored in *result.
The call
sysconf(_SC_GETPW_R_SIZE_MAX)
returns either -1, without changing errno, or an initial suggested size for buf. (If this size is too small, the call fails with ERANGE, in which case the caller can retry with a larger buffer.)
The return value may point to a static area, and may be overwritten by subsequent calls to getpwent(3), getpwnam(), or getpwuid(). (Do not pass the returned pointer to free(3).)
On success, getpwnam_r() and getpwuid_r() return zero, and set *result to pwd. If no matching password record was found, these functions return 0 and store NULL in *result. In case of error, an error number is returned, and NULL is stored in *result.
The getpwnam_r() and getpwuid_r() functions are thread-safe.
The pw_dir field contains the name of the initial working directory of the user. Login programs use the value of this field to initialize the HOME environment variable for the login shell. An application that wants to determine its user's home directory should inspect the value of HOME (rather than the value getpwuid(getuid())->pw_dir) since this allows the user to modify their notion of "the home directory" during a login session. To determine the (initial) home directory of another user, it is necessary to use getpwnam(username)->pw_dir or similar.
#include <pwd.h> #include <stdio.h> #include <stdlib.h> #include <unistd.h> #include <errno.h> int main(int argc, char *argv[]) { struct passwd pwd; struct passwd *result; char *buf; size_t bufsize; int s; if (argc != 2) { fprintf(stderr, "Usage: %s username\n", argv[0]); exit(EXIT_FAILURE); } bufsize = sysconf(_SC_GETPW_R_SIZE_MAX); if (bufsize == -1) /* Value was indeterminate */ bufsize = 16384; /* Should be more than enough */ buf = malloc(bufsize); if (buf == NULL) { perror("malloc"); exit(EXIT_FAILURE); } s = getpwnam_r(argv[1], &pwd, buf, bufsize, &result); if (result == NULL) { if (s == 0) printf("Not found\n"); else { errno = s; perror("getpwnam_r"); } exit(EXIT_FAILURE); } printf("Name: %s; UID: %ld\n", pwd.pw_gecos, (long) pwd.pw_uid); exit(EXIT_SUCCESS); }


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I developed a custom brancher that works as expected.
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xlsx2json [OPTIONS] EXCEL_WORKBOOK_NAME [SHEET_NAME]
xlsx2json is a tool that converts individual Excel Workbook Sheets into JSON output.
-c display number of sheets in Excel Workbook
-h display help
-l display license
-n display sheet names in Excel Workbook
-v display version
xlsx2json my-workbook.xlsx "Sheet 1" > sheet1.json
This would get the first sheet from the workbook and save it as a JSON file.
xlsx2json -c my-workbook.xlsx
This will output the number of sheels in the Workbook.
xlsx2json -n my-workbook.xlsx
This will display a list of sheet names, one per line. Putting it all together in a shell script.
for SHEET_NAME in $(xlsx2json -n my-workbook.xlsx); do
xlsx2json my-workbook.xlsx "$SHEET_NAME" > \
"${SHEET_NAME// /-}.json"
done


master.py¶
The master library pi CLI program.
Allows the user to search for books, borrow books and return them. The book and borrowing data is stored in the cloud.
Usage python3 master.py <reception_ip> <reception_port>
-
class
master.
Master
(ip, port, reception_ip, reception_port)¶ The class that runs the master pi library code
Constructor
- Params
ip: IP address to listen on port: port to listen on reception_ip: reception pi IP address reception_port: the port that the reception pi is listening on
-
run
()¶ Runs the main loop of the CLI program


Cyclic graphs
So far, all graphs have been acyclic, but we can generalize these
results to show that the appropriate categories of cyclic graphs
give the intial category with a partial trace, that is a
category with a feedback operator:
The notion of partial trace is a generalization of Joyal, Street and
Verity's traced monoidal categories, and adapts Hasegawa's semantics
for call-by-name languages to call-by-value.


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(boolean)
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Reading: Getting Started With p5.js, pg206-210


William Blake( Johnny Depp) has nothing to look forward to in his home town. He is unemployed. His parents are dead. His lover has left him. He has only enough savings to pay for his fare to the machine town where he has been promised a job as an accountant. But when he arrives there he finds that the position has already been filled by some one else.
He has no money and has no means, in foreseeable future, of making any money. But this does not embitter him. He is at heart a good man. And being a good man he walks a lady , who has been kicked out of the bar, to her home. She sells paper flowers. One thing leads to another and the two end up sleeping together. Things turn nasty when her lover comes at her door step and finds her with another man. He shoots at William but the girl comes in line of fire and gets killed instead. The bullet penetrates Williams' chest but it does not kill him. William then fires several rounds at him. But only one connects and the man is dead. It is clear that William does not know how to shoot. And it is possible that this was the first time that he ever held a gun. He then jumps out of the window and escapes on a horse.
It turns out that the man William killed was the son of the same man from whom he sought employment. He was a rich and powerful man. Enraged by the death of his son he hires three bounty hunters to bring William to him dead or alive.
William meanwhile on the verge of his death meets nobody (played to perfection by Gary Farmer). Nobody is an Indian. There is an interesting side story to why he calls himself that, but I will leave it out. When he learns that the name of the wounded man is William Blake he is filled with admiration for him. In his childhood nobody had an opportunity study the works of the famous poet William Blake and he thinks that the man he just helped is that poet. He often repeats his favorite lines from one of Blake's poems
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
Though Johnny's character does not have the slightest idea of what nobody is talking about for he has never read any of Blake's poems. The two continue their journey together. William is trying to get away as far from machine town as possible and nobody is ... well he is just travelling.
The relationship between William and nobody is quite interesting. Nobody being an Indian is not fond of white men. Initially he mocks William openly calling him "stupid white man". But later mistaking him for the poet William Blake, whose words he admired since his childhood, he gets closer to him. William on the other hand fails to grasp the symbolic meaning of nobody's words but slowly starts to see the light and nobody becomes more than just a companion to him. He becomes a friend.
Their scenes together are comical at times. Nobody keeps asking William for tobacco. But he has none since he does not smoke. Nobody is strangely fascinated by Williams spectacles. Both William and nobody try to know each other throughout their journey. Both of them are different. They are both strange to each other and in their course never they understand each other completely. Though they develop a mutual respect. William becomes as fascinated by nobody as nobody was with him.
In addition to the hired guns William's employer also puts a bounty on his head. Now all kinds of men are tying to kill him.
He adapts exceedingly well. From a man who could barely shoot a someone right in front of him he transforms into a gunslinger. Taking down white men left and right much to the delight of nobody.
Over the time Williams wounds worsen. He looses a lot of blood and gains a few more bullets in his body. Without treatment he would die. But nobody can not treat him. He prepares him for his death instead.
As the film draws to it's conclusion William is introduced to nobody's tribe. He is at first rejected by their chieftains, being a white man. But when nobody recounts to them William's feats they are impressed. They want to honor the him for killing so many white men. But he does not have long to live so they give him a final farewell.
In the last scenes of the film William is in a boat. Adorned in the finest Indian clothes. He is holding on to his last remaining breaths. But he is neither afraid nor restless. He is looking forward to his final journey. He asks nobody if he would like to have some tobacco, for the first time producing a real strip that he picked up along the way. Nobody refuses and pushes him into the water.


Mysterious Wizard:
A lost town, you say... That is what they call the small village in the center of this forest.
But if you wish to meet the residents of that town, you'd best visit it
during the daytime
. Otherwise you may be disappointed...


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Cancelled Plan - User
/style/test/5n2/cancelled/owner
Cancelled Plan - Owner
/style/test/acceptinvitation
Accept Invitation
/sandbox/oauth-existing-user
OAuth - Existing User
/oauth/githubextended/confirmlink?nonce=aaaa
OAuth - Confirm Identity
/sandbox/oauth-check-user
OAuth - Check User
/sandbox/oauth-new-user
OAuth - New Account
/password_reset
Reset Password
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Two Factor Authentication
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There are a lot of rules people say you need to follow to make polenta, like using a wooden spoon, stirring in only one direction, adding the polenta to boiling water, and stirring constantly. Forget those. What's really important is using the right ratio of liquid to cornmeal and cooking the polenta long enough for the cornmeal to properly hydrate and cook.
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KratosMultiphysics
KRATOS Multiphysics (Kratos) is a framework for building parallel, multi-disciplinary simulation software, aiming at modularity, extensibility, and high performance. Kratos is written in C++, and counts with an extensive Python interface.
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Base class to hold Convection-Diffusion-Reaction transport equation data. More...
#include <convection_diffusion_reaction_element_data.h>
Public Types | |
Type Definitions | |
| using | GeometryType = Geometry< Node > |
| using | ArrayD = array_1d< double, TDim > |
Public Member Functions | |
Life Cycle | |
| ConvectionDiffusionReactionElementData (const GeometryType &rGeometry, const Properties &rProperties, const ProcessInfo &rProcessInfo) | |
| virtual | ~ConvectionDiffusionReactionElementData ()=default |
Operations | |
| virtual void | Calculate (const Variable< double > &rVariable, double &rOutput, const ProcessInfo &rCurrentProcessInfo) |
Access | |
| ConstitutiveLaw::Parameters & | GetConstitutiveLawParameters () |
| ConstitutiveLaw & | GetConstitutiveLaw () |
| const GeometryType & | GetGeometry () const |
| const Properties & | GetProperties () const |
| ArrayD | GetEffectiveVelocity () const |
| double | GetEffectiveKinematicViscosity () const |
| double | GetReactionTerm () const |
| double | GetSourceTerm () const |
Protected Attributes | |
Protected Members | |
| ArrayD | mEffectiveVelocity |
| double | mEffectiveKinematicViscosity |
| double | mReactionTerm |
| double | mSourceTerm |
Base class to hold Convection-Diffusion-Reaction transport equation data.
This class is used as the base class for Convection-Diffusion-Reaction transport equation data. The derrived classes should implement the following methods
1. CalculateConstants -> This method is used to calculate constants. Called only once before the gauss point iteration loop. (This is a public member method) 2. CalculateGaussPointData -> This method is used to calculate gauss point quantities. Usually this method is used to update member variables in the protected region in this class. This method is called for each gauss point in gauss point iteration loop. (This is a public member method) 3. Check -> This is a public static method. Used for checking only. 4. GetScalarVariable -> This is a public static method. Returns the variable being solved in this Convection-Diffusion-Reaction transport equation. 5. GetName -> This is a public static method. Returns just the name.
These data containers are used in the following element formulations.
Followings are few example use cases
| TDim |
| using Kratos::ConvectionDiffusionReactionElementData< TDim >::ArrayD = array_1d<double, TDim> |
| using Kratos::ConvectionDiffusionReactionElementData< TDim >::GeometryType = Geometry<Node> |
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3. Lotus white for the design
4. Lotus clear top coat
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openMSP430 #(.INST_NR (0), .TOTAL_NR(1)) openMSP430_core_0 (
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"...
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| Port Name | Direction | Width | Clock Domain |
Description |
| Clocks & Power-Managment | ||||
| cpu_en | Input | 1 | <async> or mclk4 |
Enable CPU code execution (asynchronous and non-glitchy). Set to 1 if unused. |
| dco_clk | Input | 1 | - |
Fast oscillator (fast clock) |
| lfxt_clk | Input |
1 |
- |
Low frequency oscillator (typ. 32kHz) Set to 0 if unused. |
| mclk | Output |
1 |
- |
Main system clock |
| aclk_en | Output | 1 |
mclk |
FPGA ONLY: ACLK enable |
| smclk_en | Output | 1 |
mclk |
FPGA ONLY: SMCLK enable |
| dco_enable |
Output |
1 |
dco_clk |
ASIC ONLY: Fast oscillator enable |
| dco_wkup |
Output |
1 |
<async> |
ASIC ONLY: Fast oscillator wakeup (asynchronous) |
| lfxt_enable |
Output |
1 |
lfxt_clk |
ASIC ONLY: Low frequency oscillator enable |
| lfxt_wkup |
Output |
1 |
<async> |
ASIC ONLY: Low frequency oscillator wakeup (asynchronous) |
| aclk |
Output |
1 |
- |
ASIC ONLY: ACLK |
| smclk |
Output |
1 |
- |
ASIC ONLY: SMCLK |
| wkup |
Input |
1 |
<async> |
ASIC ONLY: System Wake-up (asynchronous and non-glitchy) Set to 0 if unused. |
| Resets | ||||
| puc_rst | Output | 1 | mclk |
Main system reset |
| reset_n | Input | 1 | <async> |
Reset Pin (active low, asynchronous and non-glitchy) |
| Interrupts | ||||
| irq | Input | `IRQ_NR-21 | mclk |
Maskable interrupts (one-hot signal) |
| nmi | Input | 1 | <async> or mclk4 |
Non-maskable interrupt (asynchronous and non-glitchy) Set to 0 if unused. |
| irq_acc | Output | `IRQ_NR-21 | mclk |
Interrupt request accepted (one-hot signal) |
| Program Memory interface | ||||
| pmem_addr | Output | `PMEM_AWIDTH 1 | mclk |
Program Memory address |
| pmem_cen | Output | 1 | mclk |
Program Memory chip enable (low active) |
| pmem_din | Output | 16 | mclk |
Program Memory data input (optional 2) |
| pmem_dout | Input | 16 | mclk |
Program Memory data output |
| pmem_wen | Output | 2 | mclk |
Program Memory write byte enable (low active) (optional 2) |
| Data Memory interface | ||||
| dmem_addr | Output | `DMEM_AWIDTH 1 | mclk |
Data Memory address |
| dmem_cen | Output | 1 | mclk |
Data Memory chip enable (low active) |
| dmem_din | Output | 16 | mclk |
Data Memory data input |
| dmem_dout | Input | 16 | mclk |
Data Memory data output |
| dmem_wen | Output | 2 | mclk |
Data Memory write byte enable (low active) |
| External Peripherals interface | ||||
| per_addr | Output | 14 | mclk |
Peripheral address |
| per_din | Output | 16 | mclk |
Peripheral data input |
| per_dout | Input | 16 | mclk |
Peripheral data output |
| per_en | Output | 1 | mclk |
Peripheral enable (high active) |
| per_we | Output | 2 | mclk |
Peripheral write enable (high active) |
| Direct Memory Access interface | ||||
| dma_addr | Input | 15 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access address |
| dma_din | Input | 16 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access data input |
| dma_dout | Output | 16 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access data output |
| dma_en | Input | 1 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access enable (high active) |
| dma_priority | Input | 1 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access priority (0:low / 1:high) |
| dma_ready | Output | 1 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access is complete |
| dma_resp | Output | 1 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access response (0:Okay / 1:Error) |
| dma_we | Input | 2 | mclk |
Direct Memory Access write byte enable (high active) |
| dma_wkup | Input | 1 | <async> |
ASIC ONLY: DMA Wake-up (asynchronous and non-glitchy) |
| Serial Debug interface | ||||
| dbg_en | Input | 1 | <async> or mclk4 |
Debug interface enable (asynchronous) 3 |
| dbg_freeze | Output | 1 | mclk |
Freeze peripherals |
| dbg_uart_txd | Output | 1 | mclk |
Debug interface: UART TXD |
| dbg_uart_rxd | Input | 1 | <async> |
Debug interface: UART RXD (asynchronous) |
| dbg_i2c_addr |
Input | 7 | mclk | Debug interface: I2C Address |
| dbg_i2c_broadcast |
Input | 7 | mclk | Debug interface: I2C Broadcast Address (for multicore systems) |
| dbg_i2c_scl |
Input | 1 | <async> | Debug interface: I2C SCL (asynchronous) |
| dbg_i2c_sda_in |
Input | 1 | <async> | Debug interface: I2C SDA IN (asynchronous) |
| dbg_i2c_sda_out |
Output | 1 | mclk | Debug interface: I2C SDA OUT |
| Scan | ||||
| scan_enable |
Input |
1 |
dco_clk |
ASIC ONLY: Scan enable (active during scan shifting) |
| scan_mode |
Input |
1 |
<stable> |
ASIC ONLY: Scan mode |
| Action | No. of Cycles | Length of Instruction |
| Return from interrupt (RETI) | 5 | 1 |
| Interrupt accepted | 6 | - |
| WDT reset | 4 | - |
| Reset (!RST/NMI) | 4 | - |
| Addressing Mode | No. of Cycles | Length of Instruction | ||
| RRA, RRC, SWPB, SXT | PUSH | CALL | ||
| Rn | 1 | 3 | 3 (4) | 1 |
| @Rn | 3 | 4 | 4 | 1 |
| @Rn+ | 3 | 4 (5) | 4 (5) | 1 |
| #N | N/A | 4 | 5 | 2 |
| X(Rn) | 4 | 5 | 5 | 2 |
| EDE | 4 | 5 | 5 | 2 |
| &EDE | 4 | 5 | 5 | 2 |
| Addressing Mode | No. of Cycles | Length of Instruction | |
| Src | Dst | ||
| Rn | Rm | 1 | 1 |
| PC | 2 | 1 | |
| x(Rm) | 4 | 2 | |
| EDE | 4 | 2 | |
| &EDE | 4 | 2 | |
| @Rn | Rm | 2 | 1 |
| PC | 3 (2) | 1 | |
| x(Rm) | 5 | 2 | |
| EDE | 5 | 2 | |
| &EDE | 5 | 2 | |
| @Rn+ | Rm | 2 | 1 |
| PC | 3 | 1 | |
| x(Rm) | 5 | 2 | |
| EDE | 5 | 2 | |
| &EDE | 5 | 2 | |
| #N | Rm | 2 | 2 |
| PC | 3 | 2 | |
| x(Rm) | 5 | 3 | |
| EDE | 5 | 3 | |
| &EDE | 5 | 3 | |
| x(Rn) | Rm | 3 | 2 |
| PC | 4 (3) | 2 | |
| x(Rm) | 6 | 3 | |
| EDE | 6 | 3 | |
| &EDE | 6 | 3 | |
| EDE | Rm | 3 | 2 |
| PC | 4 (3) | 2 | |
| x(Rm) | 6 | 3 | |
| EDE | 6 | 3 | |
| &EDE | 6 | 3 | |
| &EDE | Rm | 3 | 2 |
| PC | 4 (3) | 2 | |
| x(Rm) | 6 | 3 | |
| EDE | 6 | 3 | |
| &EDE | 6 | 3 |
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| Dhrystone v2.1 (MCU adapted) |
mspgcc v4.4.5 | 0.30 | 0.30 | 0.31 |
| mspgcc v4.6.3 | 0.37 | 0.44 | 0.45 |
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| CoreMark v1.0 (official version) |
mspgcc v4.4.5 | 0.78 | 0.85 | 0.83 |
| mspgcc v4.6.3 | 0.74 | 0.91 | 0.87 |


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HPLC, GC, MS(/MS), IRS, CE, SDS-PAGE
Protein analysis (purification, separation and characterization), Data analysis (multivariate statistics and chemometrics)
MS Office, Pirouette, The Unscrambler X, OriginLab, R (basic), MassHunter (Agilent), Chromeleon (Thermo Scientific)
Method development
Patience and determination
Excellent team player with great interpersonal skills
Meticulous attention to detail and accuracy
English: Full professional proficiency
Spanish: Native Language
Dutch: Elementary proficiency
Italian: Elementary proficiency
Food science and cooking
Sports (swimming, running, biking)
Reading
Painting


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- 3rd Best friend
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My favorite food
- Biryani
- Chicken Masala
- Ugali
- Beef stew
These are some of my favorite people and food.
Here's a photo of Biryani
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A
report published today
finds that pupils are potentially losing up to an hour of learning each day in English schools because of low-level disruption in the classroom – the equivalent of 38 days of teaching lost per year.
The findings draw on evidence from nearly 3,000 inspections of maintained schools and academies conducted this year, together with findings from two specially-commissioned YouGov surveys of parents and teachers and 28 unannounced inspections targeted at schools where there were concerns about poor behaviour.
Two thirds of teachers questioned for the survey complained that school leaders are failing to assert their authority when dealing with poor discipline and pupils flouting the school rules.
Typical examples of the sort of behaviour identified in the survey of teachers include pupils making silly comments to get attention, swinging on chairs, passing notes around, quietly humming and using mobile phones.
Secondary school teachers identified a greater impact on learning from low-level disruption than those in primary schools. Over two thirds of those surveyed said that it was a major problem, having medium or high impact on learning. Parents agreed, with over two fifths of those surveyed agreeing that their child’s learning was adversely affected by the behaviour of others.
The report also confirms that the inconsistent application of school behaviour policies in some schools is a source of annoyance to teachers, pupils and parents. Only a quarter of secondary teachers agreed that the behaviour policy in their school was applied consistently. Of parents who took part in the survey, just under two thirds said that the headteacher should make sure all staff applied the behaviour policy as a way of improving the learning culture.
Commenting on the findings, Her Majesty’s Chief Inspector, Sir Michael Wilshaw said:
While the days of chaos in the classroom are thankfully largely behind us, low-level disruption in class is preventing too many teachers from doing their jobs and depriving too many young people of the education they deserve.
I see too many schools where headteachers are blurring the lines between friendliness and familiarity – and losing respect along the way. After all, every hour spent with a disruptive, attention-seeking pupil is an hour away from ensuring other pupils are getting a decent education.
If we are going to continue to improve our education system to compete at the highest levels, we need to tackle the casual acceptance of this behaviour that persists in too many schools. Classroom teachers must have the support of their senior leaders to tackle these problems. It isn’t rocket science. Children need to know the rules and teachers need to know they will be supported in enforcing them.
That’s why Ofsted has tightened the guidance on behaviour for inspection and increased the number of unannounced inspections undertaken as a result of concerns. In the last year schools serving almost 450,000 pupils have been judged less than good for behaviour. That is far too many.
The report concludes that in the best schools, creating a positive climate for learning is a responsibility shared by leaders, teachers, parents and pupils. Leaders in these schools are uncompromising in their expectations and do not settle for low standards of behaviour. They do not shy away from challenging teachers, parents or pupils, where this is necessary. These leaders:
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are visible in classrooms, school corridors and grounds
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know if – and where – low-level disruption occurs and ensure that all staff deal with it
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have high expectations of behaviour and are consistent in dealing with disruptive pupils
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explain and enforce their expectations successfully to staff, pupils and parents
Notes to editors
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At the launch of the
2012/13 Annual Report
Ofsted announced targeted unannounced inspections where behaviour was a concern – 28 have been carried out.
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Behaviour figures for the last two academic year:
Schools inspected in each academic year and the percentage of schools where behaviour was good or better:
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Schools inspected
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2012/13
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2013/14
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Difference
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Primary
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90%
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84%
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-6ppts
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Secondary
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79%
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72%
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-7ppts
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All schools
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88%
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83%
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-5ppts
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Saving, Previewing and Printing Forms in Qt Designer
Although Qt Designer's forms are accurate representations of the components being edited, it is useful to preview the final appearance while editing. This feature can be activated by opening the Form menu and selecting Preview, or by pressing Ctrl+R when in the form.
The preview shows exactly what the final component will look like when used in an application.
Since Qt 4.4, it is possible to preview forms with various skins - default skins, skins created with Qt Style Sheets or device skins. This feature simulates the effect of calling QApplication::setStyleSheet()
in the application.
To preview your form with skins, open the Edit menu and select Preferences...
You will see the dialog shown below:
The Print/Preview Configuration checkbox must be checked to activate previews of skins. You can select the styles provided from the Style drop-down box.
Alternatively, you can preview custom style sheet created with Qt Style Sheets. The figure below shows an example of Qt Style Sheet syntax and the corresponding output.
Another option would be to preview your form with device skins. A list of generic device skins are available in Qt Designer, however, you may also use other QVFB skins with the Browse... option.
Viewing the Form's Code
Since Qt 4.4, it is possible to view code generated by the User Interface Compiler (uic) for the Qt Designer form.
Select View Code... from the Form menu and a dialog with the generated code will be displayed. The screenshot below is an example of code generated by the uic
.
Saving and Printing the Form
Forms created in Qt Designer can be saved to an image or printed.
| Saving Forms To save a form as an image, choose the Save Image... option. The file will be saved in Printing Forms To print a form, select the Print... option. |