The dawn shadows shortened and paled as Rand and Mat jogged across the barren, still-dark valley floor, leaving fog-shrouded Rhuidean behind. The dry air hinted at heat to come, but the slight breeze actually felt cool to Rand, with no coat. That would not last; full blistering daylight would be on them soon enough. They hurried as best they could in the hope of beating it, but he did not think they would. Their best was not very fast.
  He did not complain, though, which was a bad sign. Mat was a great complainer at small discomforts; if he was silent now, it meant he was in real pain.
The old, half-healed wound in Rand’s side felt as though something were boring into it, and the gashes on his face and head burned, yet lumbering along, half-hunched over his aching side, he hardly thought of his own hurts. He was all too conscious of the sun rising behind him and the Aiel waiting on the bare mountainside ahead. There was water and shade up there, and help for Mat. The rising sun behind, and the Aiel ahead. Dawn and the Aiel.
He Who Comes With the Dawn. That Aes Sedai he had seen, or dreamed he had seen, before Rhuidean—she had spoken as if she had the Foretelling. He will bind you together.  Words delivered like prophecy. Destroy them. Prophecy said he would Break the World again. The idea horrified him. Perhaps he could escape that part, at least, but war, death and destruction already welled up in his footsteps. Tear was the first place in what seemed a very long time where he had not left chaos behind, men dying and villages burning.
He found himself wishing he could climb on Jeade’en and run as fast as the stallion could carry him. It was not the first time. But I can’t run, he thought. I have it to do because there isn’t anybody else who can. I do it, or the Dark One wins. A hard bargain, but the only one there was. But why would I destroy the Aiel? How?
That last thought chilled him. It was too much like accepting that he would, that he should. He did not want to harm the Aiel. “Light,” he said harshly, “I don’t want to destroy anybody.” His mouth felt lined with dust again.
Mat glanced at him silently. A wary look.
I am not mad yet, Rand thought grimly.
Upslope the Aiel were stirring in the three camps. The cold fact was, he needed them. That was why he had begun to contemplate this, back when he first discovered that the Dragon Reborn and He Who Comes With the Dawn might well be one and the same. He needed people he could trust, people who followed from something besides fear of him, or greed for power. People who did not mean to use him for their own ends. He had done what was required, and now he would use them. Because he had to. He was not mad yet—he did not think he was—but many would think so before he was done.
 Rand climbed the uneven slope as fast as he could manage, with its dips and rises and rough outcrops; his throat had forgotten its last drink, and the sun dried his shirt as fast as sweat could moisten it. Mat needed no urging, either. There was water up there.  Licking cracked lips, Rand was sure he could see the glisten.
“Where is he? What have you done to him?”
The roar stopped Rand in his tracks. The flame-haired man, Couladin, stood atop a thick thumb of granite jutting out from the mountain. Others of the Shaido clan clustered around its base, all looking at Rand and Mat. Some were veiled.
“Who are you talking about?” Rand called back. His voice croaked with thirst.
Couladin’s eyes bulged in outrage. “Muradin, wetlander! He entered two days before you, yet you come out first. He could not fail where you survive! You must have murdered him!”
Rand thought he heard a shout from the Wise One’s tents, but before he could even blink, Couladin uncoiled like a snake, casting a spear straight at him. Two more streaked behind it from the Aiel at the base of the granite thumb.
Instinctively Rand snatched for saidin and the flame-carved sword. The blade whirled in his hands—Whirlwind on the Mountain; aptly named—slicing a pair of spear shafts in two. Mat’s spinning black spear just barely knocked the third aside.
“Proof!” Couladin howled. “They entered Rhuidean armed! It is forbidden!  They have murdered Muradin!” Even as he spoke he hurled another spear, and this time it was one of a dozen.
Rand flung himself aside, just conscious of Mat leaping the other way, yet even before they hit the ground the spears came together where Rand had been standing, bouncing off each other. Rolling to his feet, he found the spears all stuck into the stony ground. In a perfect circle surrounding the spot he had jumped from. For a moment even Couladin seemed stunned to stillness.
“Stop!” Bair shouted, running down into the motionless instant. Her long bulky skirt impeded her no more than her age; she bounded down the slope like a girl for all her white hair, and a girl in a fury at that. “The peace of Rhuidean, Couladin!” Her thin voice was an iron rod. “Twice you have tried to break it now. Once more, and you are outlawed! My word on it! You, and anyone else who lifts a hand!” She skidded to a halt in front of Rand, facing the Shaido with the water bag raised as if she meant to bludgeon them with it. “Let who doubts me raise a weapon! That one will be deprived of shade according to the Agreement of Rhuidean, denied hold or stand or tent. His own sept will hunt him as a wild beast.”
Some of the Shaido hastily unveiled their faces—some of them—but Couladin was not dissuaded. “They are armed, Bair! They went armed to Rhuidean! That is—!”
“Silence!” Bair shook a fist at him. “You dare speak of weapons?  They took no weapon with them; I attest to it.” Deliberately she turned her back, but the gaze she swept across Rand and Mat was hardly softer than what she had given Couladin. She grimaced at Mat’s strange sword-bladed spear, muttering, “Did you find that in Rhuidean, boy?”
“I was given it, old woman,” Mat growled back hoarsely. “I paid for it, and I mean to keep it.”
She sniffed. “You both look as if you had rolled in knifegrass. What—? No, you can tell me later.” Eyeing Rand’s Power-wrought sword, she shivered. “Rid yourself of that. And show them the signs before that fool Couladin tries to whip them up again. With this temper on him, he would take his whole clan into outlawry without blinking. Quickly!”
For a moment he gaped at her. Signs? Then he remembered what Rhuarc had shown him once, the mark of a man who had survived Rhuidean. Letting the sword vanish, he unlaced his left shirt cuff and pushed the sleeve back to his elbow.
Around his forearm wound a shape like that on the Dragon banner, a sinuous golden-maned form scaled in scarlet and gold. He expected it, of course, but it was still a shock. The thing looked like a part of his skin, as though that nonexistent creature itself had settled into him. His arm felt no different, yet the scales sparkled in the sunlight like polished metal; it seemed if he touched that golden mane atop his wrist, he would surely feel each hair.
He thrust his arm into the air as soon as it was bare, high so Couladin and his people could see. Mutters rose among the Shaido, and Couladin snarled wordlessly. The numbers around the granite outcrop were swelling as more Shaido came running from their tents. Rhuarc stood with Heirn and his Jindo a little upslope; they watched the Shaido warily, and Rand with an air of expectation his uplifted arm did not lessen. Lan stood halfway between the two groups, hands resting on his sword hilt, face a thunderhead.
Just as Rand began to realize the Aiel wanted something more, Egwene and the other three Wise Women reached him, scrambling down the mountain. The Aiel women looked out of countenance at having to hurry and every bit as angry as Bair had been. Amys directed her glares at Couladin, while sun-haired Melaine stared blazingly at Rand. Seana just seemed ready to chew rocks. Egwene, with a scarf wrapped around her hair and spread over her shoulders, stared at Mat and him half in consternation and half as though she had expected never to see them again.
“Fool man,” Bair muttered. “All of the signs.” Tossing the waterbag to Mat, she seized Rand’s right arm and stripped back his sleeve, exposing a mirror twin of the creature on his left forearm. Her breath caught, then came out in a long sigh. She seemed balanced on a razor edge between relief and apprehension. There was no mistaking it; she had hoped for the second marking, yet it made her afraid. Amys and the other two Wise Women echoed her sign almost exactly. It was odd to see Aiel fearful.
Rand almost laughed. Not that he was amused. “Twice and twice shall he be marked.” That was what the Prophecies of the Dragon said. A heron branded into each palm, and now these. One of the peculiar creatures—Dragons, the Prophecy called them—was supposed to be “for remembrance lost.” Rhuidean had certainly supplied that, the lost history of the Aiel’s origins. And the other was for “the price he must pay.” How soon must I pay it? he wondered. And how many have to pay with me? Others always had to, even when he tried to pay alone.
Apprehensive or not, Bair did not pause before shoving that arm above his head, too, and proclaiming loudly, “Behold what has never been seen before. A Car’a’carn has been chosen, a chief of chiefs. Born of a Maiden, he has come with the dawn from Rhuidean, according to prophecy, to unite the Aiel! The fulfillment of prophecy has begun!”
The reactions of the other Aiel were nothing like what Rand envisioned. Couladin stared down at him, even more hatefully than before if that was possible, then leaped from the outcrop and stalked up the slope to vanish into the Shaido tents. The Shaido themselves began to disperse, glancing at Rand with unreadable faces before drifting back to their tents. Heirn and the warriors of the Jindo sept, hardly hesitating, did the same. In moments only Rhuarc remained, his eyes troubled. Lan went over to the clan chief; from his face, the Warder would just as soon not have seen Rand at all. Rand was not sure what he had expected, but surely something other than this.
“Burn me!” Mat muttered. He seemed to realize for the first time that he had the waterbag in his hands.  When he finally lowered it, he looked at the markings on Rand’s arms again and shook his head, repeating, “Burn me!” as he pushed the sloshing bag at him.
Rand stared at the Aiel in consternation, but he was more than glad to drink. The first gulps hurt his throat, it was so dry.
“What happened to you?” Egwene demanded. “Did Muradin attack you?”
“It is forbidden to speak of what occurs in Rhuidean,” Bair said sharply.
“Not Muradin,” Rand said. “Where’s Moiraine? I expected her to be the first to meet us.”  “For once, I won’t care if she asks before she Heals me.”
“Me either,” Mat said hoarsely. He swayed, holding himself up with his spear, and pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead. “My brain is spinning.”
Egwene grimaced. “She is still in Rhuidean, I suppose. But if you have finally come out, maybe she will, as well. She left right after you. And Aviendha. You’ve all been gone so long. ”
“Moiraine went to Rhuidean?” Rand said incredulously. “And Aviendha? Why did—” Abruptly he registered what else she had said. “What do you mean, ‘so long’?”
“This is the seventh day,” she said. “The seventh day since you all went down into the valley.”
The waterbag fell from his hands. Seana snatched it up again before more than a little of its contents, so precious in the Waste, could trickle away down the stony slope. Rand barely noticed. Seven days. Anything could have happened in seven days. They could be catching up to me, figuring out what I’m planning. I have to move. Fast. I have to keep ahead of them. I haven’t come this far to fail.
 And caution. No wonder in that. Who could say what he might do, or how sane he still was? Only Lan did not change his stony scowl.
 Bare as she was born.” Mat’s voice had a painful rasp to it, and his legs looked none too steady.
“How long before Moiraine comes back?” Rand asked. If she had gone in at the same time, she should return soon.
“If she has not returned by the tenth day,” Bair replied, “she will not. No one has ever returned after ten days.”
Another three days, maybe. Three more days when he had already lost seven. Let them come, now. I will not fail! He barely kept a snarl from his face. “You can channel. One of you can, anyway. I saw how you flung Couladin about. Will you Heal Mat?”
Amys and Melaine exchanged looks he could only call rueful.
“Our paths have gone other ways,” Amys said regretfully. “There are Wise Ones who could do what you ask, after a fashion, but we are not among them.”
“What do you mean?” he snapped angrily. “You can channel like Aes Sedai. Why can’t you Heal like them? You did not want him to go to Rhuidean in the first place.
Egwene put a hand on Rand’s arm. “Not all Aes Sedai can Heal very well,” she said in a soothing voice. “The best Healers are all Yellow Ajah. Sheriam, the Mistress of Novices, cannot Heal anything much more serious than a bruise or a small cut. No two women can have exactly the same Talents or skills.”
Her tone irritated him. He was not some pettish child to be smoothed down. He frowned at the Wise Ones. Could not or would not, Mat and he would have to wait for Moiraine. If she had not been killed by that bubble of evil, by those dust creatures. It must have dissipated by now; there had been an end to the one in Tear. They wouldn’t have stopped her. She could channel her way through them. She knows what she’s doing; she doesn’t have to figure it out an inch at a time the way I do. But then why was she not back? Why had she gone in the first place, and why had he not seen her? Foolish question. A hundred people could have been in Rhuidean without being seen. Too many questions, and no answers until she did return, he suspected. If then.
“There are herbs and ointments,” Seana said. “Come out of the sun, and. we will tend your injuries.”
“Out of the sun,” Rand muttered. “Yes.” He was being boorish but he did not care. Why had Moiraine gone into Rhuidean? He did not trust her to stop pushing him in the direction she thought best, and the Dark One take his opinions. If she was in there, could she have affected what he saw? Changed it some way? If she even suspected what he planned . . .
He started toward the Jindo tents—Couladin’s people were not likely to offer him a resting place—but Amys turned him toward the flat farther up where the Wise Ones’ tents stood. “They might not be comfortable with you among them just, yet,” she said, Rhuarc, failing in beside her, nodded agreement.
Melaine glanced at Lan. “This is no business of yours, Aan’allein. You and Rhuarc take Matrim and—”
“No,” Rand broke in. “I want them with me.” Partly it was because he wanted answers from the clan chief, and partly it was sheer stubbornness. These Wise Ones were all set to guide him around on a leash, just like Moiraine. He was not about to put up with it. They looked at one another, then nodded as if acceding to a request. If they thought he would be a good boy because they gave him a sweet, they were mistaken. “I’d have thought you would be with Moiraine,” he said to Lan, ignoring the Wise Ones and their nods.
A flash of embarrassment crossed the Warder’s face. “The Wise Ones managed to hide her going until nearly sunset,” he said stiffly. “Then they . . . convinced me following would serve no purpose. They said even if I did, I could not find her until she was already on her way out, and she would not need me, then. I am no longer certain I should have listened.”
“Listened!” Melaine snorted. Her gold and ivory bracelets clattered as she adjusted her shawl irritably. “Trust a man to make himself sound reasonable. You would almost certainly have died, and very likely killed her, too. ”
“Melaine and I had to hold him down half the night before he would listen,” Amys said. Her small smile was a touch amused, a touch wry.
Lan’s face might as well have been carved from thunderclouds. Small wonder, if the Wise Ones had used the Power on him. What was Moiraine doing in there?
“Rhuarc,” Rand said, “how am I supposed to unite the Aiel? They don’t even want to look at me.” He raised his bare forearms for a moment; the Dragons’ scales glittered in the harsh sunlight. “These say I’m He Who Comes With the Dawn, but everybody practically melted away as soon as I showed the things.”
“It is one thing to know prophecy will be fulfilled, eventually,” the clan chief said slowly, “another to see that fulfillment begun before your eyes. It is said you will make the clans one people again, as long ago, but we have fought one another almost as long as we have fought the rest of the world. And there is more, for some of us.”
 Rhuarc must have heard that, too. And the other clan chiefs, and the Wise Ones, if they also had entered that forest of shining glass columns. If Moiraine had not arranged a special vision for him. “Does everyone see the same things inside those columns, Rhuarc?”
“No!” Melaine snapped, eyes like green steel. “Be silent, or send Aan’allein and Matrim away. You must go, too, Egwene.”
“It is not permitted,” Amys said in a just slightly softer voice, “to speak of what occurs within Rhuidean except with those who have been there.” A fraction softer, maybe. “Even then, few speak of it, and seldom.”
“I mean to change what is permitted and what isn’t,” Rand told them levelly. “Become used to it.” He caught Egwene muttering about him needing his ears boxed, and grinned at her. “Egwene can stay, too, since she asked so nicely.” She stuck her tongue out at him, then blushed when she realized what she had done.
“Change,” Rhuarc said. “You know he brings change, Amys. It is wondering what change, and how, that makes us like children alone in the dark. Since it must be, let it begin now. No two clan chiefs I have spoken with have seen through the exactly same eyes, Rand, or exactly the same things, until the sharing of water, and the meeting where the Agreement of Rhuidean was made. Whether it is the same for Wise Ones, I do not know, but I suspect it is. I think it is a matter of bloodlines. I believe I saw through the eyes of my ancestors, and you yours.”
Amys and the other Wise Ones glowered in grimly sullen silence. Mat and Egwene wore equally confused stares. Lan alone seemed not to be listening at all; his eyes looked inward, no doubt in worry over Moiraine.
Rand felt a little strange himself. Seeing through his ancestors’ eyes. He had known for some time that Tam al’Thor was not his real father, that he had been found as a newborn on the slopes of Dragonmount after the last major battle of the Aiel War.  He had claimed Aiel blood in demanding admittance to Rhuidean, but the fact of it was just now being driven home. His ancestors. Aiel.
“Then you saw Rhuidean just begun building, too,” he said. “And the two Aes Sedai. You . . . heard what the one of them said.”
“I heard.” Rhuarc looked resigned, like a man who had learned his leg had to be cut off. “I know.”
Rand changed the subject. “What was ‘the sharing of water’?”
The clan chief’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You did not recognize it? But then, I do not see why you should; you have not grown up with the histories. According the oldest stories, from the day the Breaking of the World began until the day we first entered the Three-fold Land, only one people did not attack us. One people allowed us water freely when it was needed. It took us long to discover who they were. That is done with, now. The pledge of peace was destroyed; the treekillers spat in our faces.”
“Cairhien,” Rand said. “You’re talking about Cairhien, and Avendoraldera, and Laman cutting down the Tree. ”
“Laman is dead for his punishment,” Rhuarc, said in a flat voice. “The oathbreakers are done with.” He looked at Rand sideways. “Some, such as Couladin, take it for proof we can trust no one who is not Aiel.  A part of it. He will take your face and blood for lies. Or claim he does.”
Rand shook his head. Moiraine sometimes talked of the complexity of Age Lace, the Pattern of an Age, woven by the Wheel of Time from the thread of human lives. If the ancestors of the Cairhienin had not allowed the Aiel to have water three thousand years ago, then Cairhien would never have been given the right to use the Silk Path across the Waste, with a cutting from Avendesora for a pledge. No pledge, and King Laman would have had no Tree to cut down; there would have been no Aiel War; and he could not have been born on the side of Dragonmount to be carried off and raised in the Two Rivers. How many more points like that had there been, where a single decision one way or another affected the weave of the Pattern for thousands of years? A thousand times a thousand tiny branching points, a thousand times that many, all twitching the Pattern into a different design. He himself was a walking branching point, and maybe Mat and Perrin, too. What they did or did not do would send ripples ahead through the years, through the Ages.
He looked at Mat, hobbling up the slope with the aid of his spear, head down and eyes squinted in pain. The Creator could not have been thinking, to set the future on the shoulders of three farmboys. I can’t drop it. I have to carry the load, whatever the cost.
At the Wise Ones’ low, wall-less tents, the women ducked inside with murmurs about water and shade. They all but pulled Mat with them; as evidence of how his head and throat hurt, he not only obeyed, he did so silently.
Rand started to follow, but Lan laid a hand on his shoulder. “Did you see her in there?” the Warder asked.
“No, Lan. I’m sorry; I did not. She’ll come out safe if anyone can.”
Lan grunted and took his hand away. “Watch out for Couladin, Rand. I have seen his kind before. Ambition burns in his belly. He would sacrifice the world to achieve it.”
“Aan’allein speaks the truth,” Rhuarc said. “The Dragons on your arms will not matter if you are dead before the clan chiefs learn of them. I will make sure some of Heirn’s Jindo are always near you until we reach Cold Rocks. Even then, Couladin will probably try to make trouble, and the Shaido, at least, will follow him. Perhaps others, too. The Prophecy of Rhuidean said you would be raised by those not of the blood, yet Couladin may not be the only one to see only a wetlander.”
“I will try to watch my back,” Rand said dryly. In the stories, when somebody fulfilled a prophecy, everyone cried “Behold!” or some such, and that was that except for dealing with the villains. Real life did not seem to work that way.
When they entered the tent, Mat was already seated on a gold-tasseled red cushion with his coat and shirt off.  Amys gripped a stone mortar between her knees, blending some ointment with a pestle, while Bair and Seana had their heads together over herbs brewing in a pot of hot water.
Melaine grimaced at Lan and Rhuarc then fixed Rand with cool green eyes. “Strip to the waist,” she said curtly. “The cuts on your head do not seem too bad, but let me see what has you hunched over.” She struck a small brass gong, and another white-robed woman ducked in at the back of the tent, a steaming silver basin in her hands and cloths over her arm.
Rand took a seat on a cushion, making himself sit up straight. “That’s nothing to worry yourself about,” he assured her. The second woman in white knelt gracefully by his side and, resisting his efforts to take the damp cloth she wrung out in the basin, began gently washing his face. He wondered who she was. She looked Aiel, but she certainly did not act it. Her gray eyes held a determined meekness.
“It is an old injury,” Egwene told the sun-haired Wise One. “Moiraine has never been able to Heal it properly.” The look she gave Rand said common courtesy should have made him tell as much. From the glances that passed among the Wise Ones, though, he thought she had said more than enough already. A wound Aes Sedai could not Heal; that was a puzzle to them. Moiraine seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself, and he had a hard time dealing with her. Maybe it would go easier with the Wise Ones if they had to guess about him.
Mat winced as Amys began rubbing her ointment into the slashes on his chest. If it felt anything like it smelled, Rand thought he had cause to wince. Bair shoved a silver cup at Mat. “Drink, young man. Timsin root and silverleaf will help your headaches if anything can.”
He did not hesitate before gulping it down; a shudder and a twisted face followed. “Tastes like the inside of my boots.” But he gave her a seated bow, formal enough for a Tairen except for his being shirtless, and only spoiled a bit by his sudden grin. “I thank you, Wise One. And I won’t ask if you added anything just to give it that . . . memorable . . . taste.” Bair and Seana’s soft laughter might have come because they had or because they had not, but it seemed that as usual Mat had found a way to get on the good of side of the women. Even Melaine gave him a brief smile.
“Rhuarc,” Rand said, “if Couladin thinks to make difficulties, I need to jump ahead of him. How do I go about telling the other clan chiefs? About me. About these.” He shifted his Dragon-twined arms. The white-robed woman at his side, cleaning the long gash in his hair now, deliberately avoided looking at them.
“There is no set formality,” Rhuarc said. “How could there be, for a thing that will happen only once? When there must be a meeting between clan chiefs, there are places where something like the Peace of Rhuidean holds. The closest to Cold Rocks, the closest to Rhuidean, is Alcair Dal. You could show proofs to the clan and sept chiefs there.”
“Al’cair Dal?” Mat said, giving it a subtly different sound. “The Golden Bowl?”
Rhuarc nodded. “A round canyon, though there is nothing golden about it. There is a ledge at one end, and a man who stands there can be heard by anyone in the canyon without raising his voice.”
Rand frowned at the Dragons on his forearms. He was not the only one to have been marked in some way in Rhuidean. Mat no longer spoke a few words of the Old Tongue now and then without knowing what he was saying. He understood, since Rhuidean, though he did not appear to realize it. Egwene was watching Mat. Thoughtfully. She had spent too much time with Aes Sedai.
“Rhuarc, can you send messengers out to the clan chiefs?” he said. “How long will it take to ask them all to Alcair Dal? What will it take to make sure they come?”
“Messengers will take weeks, and more weeks for everyone to gather.” Rhuarc’s gesture took in all four Wise Ones. “They can speak to every clan chief in his dreams in one night, to every sept chief. And every Wise One, to make sure no man takes it for just a dream.”
“I appreciate your confidence that we can move mountains, shade of my heart,” Amys said wryly, settling herself beside Rand with her ointment, “but that does not make it so. It would take several nights to do what you suggest, with little rest in them.”
Rand caught her hand as she started to rub the sharp-smelling mixture on his cheek. “Will you do it?”
“Are you so eager to destroy us?” she demanded, then bit her lip vexedly as the white-cowled woman on Rand’s other side started.
Melaine clapped her hands twice. “Leave us,” she said sharply, and the women in white bowed their way out with their basins and cloths.
“You goad me like a needleburr next to the skin,” Amys told Rand bitterly. “Whatever they are told, those women will talk now of what they should not know.” She pulled her hand free, began rubbing in the ointment with perhaps more energy than was necessary. It stung worse than it smelled.
“I do not mean to goad you,” Rand said, “but there is no time. The Forsaken are loose, Amys, and if they find out where I am, or what I plan . . . ” The Aiel women did not seem surprised. Had they known already? “Nine still live. Too many, and those that don’t want to kill me think they can use me. I have no time. If I knew a way to bring all the clan chiefs here now, and make them accept me, I’d use it.”
“What is it you plan?” Amys voice was as stony as her face.
“Will you ask—tell—the chiefs to come to Alcair Dal?”
For a long moment she met his stare. When she finally nodded, it was grudging.
Begrudged or not, some of the tension went out of him. There was no way to win back seven lost days, but perhaps he could avoid losing more. Moiraine, still in Rhuidean with Aviendha, held him here yet, though. He could not simply abandon her.
“You knew my mother,” he said. Egwene leaned forward, as intent as he, and Mat shook his head.
Amys’s hand paused on his face. “I knew her.”
“Tell me about her. Please.”
She shifted her attention to the slash above his ear; if a frown could have Healed, he would not have needed her ointment. Finally she said, “Shaiel’s story, as I know it, begins when I was still Far Dareis Mai, more than a year before I gave up the spear. A number of us had ranged almost to the Dragonwall together. One day we saw a woman, a golden-haired young wetlander, in silks, with packhorses and a fine mare to ride. A man we would have killed, of course, but she had no weapon beyond a simple knife at her belt. Some wanted to run her back to the Dragonwall naked . . . ” Egwene blinked; she seemed continually surprised at how hard the Aiel were. Amys continued without pause. “ . . . she seemed to be searching determinedly for something. Curious, we followed, day by day, without letting her see. Her horses died, her food ran out, her water, but she did not turn back. She stumbled on afoot, until finally she fell and could not rise. We decided to give her water, and ask her story. She was near death, and it was a full day before she could speak.”
“Her name was Shaiel?” Rand said when she hesitated. “Where was she from? Why did she come here?”
“Shaiel,” Bair said, “was the name she took for herself. She never gave another in the time I knew her. In the Old Tongue it would mean the Woman Who Is Dedicated.” Mat nodded agreement, not seeming to realize what he had done; Lan eyed him thoughtfully over a silver cup of water. “There was a bitterness in Shaiel, in the beginning,” she finished.
Sitting back on her heels beside Rand, Amys nodded. “She spoke of a child abandoned, a son she loved. A husband she did not love. Where, she would not say. I do not think she ever forgave herself for leaving the child. She would tell little beyond what she had to. It was for us she had been searching, for Maidens of the Spear. An Aes Sedai called Gitara Moroso, who had the Foretelling, had told her that disaster would befall her land and her people, perhaps the world, unless she went to dwell among the Maidens of the Spear, telling no one of her going. She must become a Maiden, and she could not return to her own land until the Maidens had gone to Tar Valon.”
 “You must understand how it sounded, then. The Maidens go to Tar Valon? No Aiel had crossed the Dragonwall since the day we first reached the Three-fold Land. It would be another four years before Laman’s crime brought us into the wetlands. And certainly no one not Aiel had ever become a Maiden of the Spear. Some of us thought her mad from the sun. But she had a stubborn will, and somehow we found ourselves agreeing to let her try.”
Gitara Moroso. An Aes Sedai with the Foretelling. Somewhere he had heard that name, but where? And he had a brother. A half-brother. Growing up, he had wondered what it would be like to have a brother or a sister. Who, and where? But Amys was going on.
“Almost every girl dreams of becoming a Maiden, and learns at least the rudiments of bow and spear, of fighting with hands and feet. Even so, those who take the final step and wed the spear discover they know nothing. It was harder for Shaiel. The bow she knew well, but she had never run as far as a mile, or lived on what she could find. A ten-year-old girl could beat her, and she did not even know what plants indicate water. Yet she persevered. In a year she had spoken her vows to the spear, become a Maiden, adopted into the Chumai sept of the Taardad.”
And eventually she had gone to Tar Valon with the Maidens, to die on the slopes of Dragonmount. Half an answer, and leaving new questions. If he could only have seen her face.
“You have something of her in your features,” Seana said as though reading his thoughts. She had settled herself cross-legged with a small silver cup of wine. “Less of Janduin.”
“Janduin? My father?”
“Yes,” Seana said. “He was clan chief of the Taardad, then, the youngest in memory. Yet he had a way to him, a power. People listened to him, and would follow him, even those not of his clan. He ended the blood feud between Taardad and Nakai after two hundred years, and made alliance not only with the Nakai, but the Reyn, and the Reyn were not far short of blood feud. He very nearly ended the feud between Shaarad and Goshien, as well, and might have had Laman not cut down the Tree. Young as he was, it was he who led the Taardad and Nakai, the Reyn and Shaarad, to seek Laman’s bloodprice.”
Was. So he was dead now, too. Egwene wore sympathy on her face. Rand ignored it; he did not want sympathy. How could he feel loss, for people he had never known? Yet he did. “How did Janduin die?”
The Wise Ones exchanged hesitant glances. At last Amys said, “It was the beginning of the third year of the search for Laman when Shaiel found herself with child. By the laws, she should have returned to the Three-fold Land. A Maiden is forbidden to carry the spear while she carries a child. But Janduin could forbid her nothing; had she asked the moon on a necklace, he would have tried to give it to her. So she stayed, and in the last fight, before Tar Valon, she was lost, and the child was lost. Janduin could not forgive himself for not making her obey the law.”
“He gave up his place as clan chief,” Bair said. “No one had ever done that before. He was told it could not be done, but he simply walked away. He went north with the young men, to hunt Trollocs and Myrddraal in the Blight. It is a thing wild young men do, and Maidens with less sense than goats. Those who returned said he was killed by a man, though. They said Janduin claimed this man looked like Shaiel, and he would not raise his spear when the man ran him through.”
Dead, then. Both dead. He would never lose his love for Tam, never stop thinking of him as father, but he wished he could have seen Janduin and Shaiel, just once.
Egwene tried to comfort him, of course, the way women did. There was no use trying to make her understand that what he had lost was something he had never had. For memories of parents he had Tam al’Thor’s quiet laugh, and dimmer remembrance of Kari al’Thor’s gentle hands. That was as much as any man could want or need. She seemed disappointed, even a little upset with him, and the Wise Ones appeared to share the feeling to one degree or another, from Bair’s openly disapproving frown to Melaine’s sniff and ostentatious shifting of her shawl. Women never understood. Rhuarc and Lan and Mat did; they left him alone, as he wanted.
For some reason he did not feel like eating when Melaine had food brought, so he went to lie at the edge of the tent, with one of the cushions under his elbow, where he could watch the slope, and the fog-shrouded city. The sun blasted the valley and the surrounding mountains, burning the shadows. The air that eddied into the tent seemed to come from an open oven.
After a time Mat came over, wearing a clean shirt. He sat beside Rand without speaking, peering into the valley below, the strange spear propped on his knee. Now and again he felt at the cursive script carved into the black haft.
“How is your head?” Rand asked, and Mat jumped.
“It . . . doesn’t hurt anymore.” He jerked his fingers away from the carving, folded his hands deliberately in his lap. “Not as much, anyway. Whatever that was they mixed up, it did the trick.”
He fell silent again, and Rand let him. He did not want to talk, either. He could almost feel time passing, grains of sand in an hourglass dropping one by one, ever so slowly. But everything seemed to tremble, too, the sands ready to explode in a torrent. Foolish. He was just being affected by the shimmering heat haze rising from the mountain’s bare rock. The clan chiefs could not reach Alcair Dal one day sooner if Moiraine appeared before him that instant. They were only a part anyway, and maybe the least important part. A little while later he noticed Lan squatting easily atop the same granite outcrop Couladin had used, paying no mind to the sun. The Warder was watching the valley, too. Another man who did not want to talk.
Rand refused a midday meal, too, though Egwene and the Wise Ones took turns trying to make him eat. They seemed to take his refusal calmly enough, but when he suggested returning to Rhuidean to look for Moiraine—and Aviendha, for that matter—Melaine exploded.
“You fool man! No man can go twice to Rhuidean. Even you would not come back alive! Oh, starve if you want to!” She threw half a round loaf of bread at his head. Mat caught it out of the air and calmly began eating.
“Why do you want me to live?” Rand asked her. “You know what that Aes Sedai said in front of Rhuidean.   Mat choked, and Egwene planted her fists on her hips, ready to lecture, but Rand kept his attention on Melaine. Instead of answering, she glared at him and left the tent.
It was Bair who spoke. “Everyone thinks they know the Prophecy of Rhuidean, but what they know is what Wise Ones and clan chiefs have told them for generations. Not lies, but not the whole truth. The truth might break the strongest man.”
“What is the whole truth?” Rand insisted.
She glanced at Mat, then said, “In this case, the whole truth, the truth known only to Wise Ones and clan chiefs before this, is that you are our doom. Our doom, and our salvation. Without you, no one of our people will live beyond the Last Battle. Perhaps not even until the Last Battle. That is prophecy, and truth. With you . . . ‘He shall spill out the blood of those who call themselves Aiel as water on sand, and he shall break them as dried twigs, yet the remnant of a remnant shall he save, and they shall live.’ A hard prophecy, but this has never been a gentle land.” She met his gaze without flinching. A hard land, and a hard woman.
He rolled back over and returned to watching the valley. The others left, except for Mat.
In the midafternoon he finally spotted a figure climbing the mountain, scrambling up wearily. Aviendha. Mat had been right; she was bare as she was born. And showing some effects of the sun, too, Aiel or not; it was only her hands and face that were sun-darkened, and the rest of her looked decidedly red. He was glad to see her. She disliked him, but only because she thought he had mistreated Elayne. The simplest of motives. Not for prophecy or doom, not for the Dragons on his arms or because he was the Dragon Reborn. For a simple human reason. He almost looked forward to those cool, challenging stares.
When she saw him, she froze, and there was nothing cool in her blue-green eyes. Her gaze made the sun seem cold; he should have been burned to ash on the spot.
“Uh . . . Rand?” Mat said quietly. “I don’t think I would turn my back on her if I were you.”
A tired sigh escaped him. Of course. If she had been into those glass columns, she knew. Bair, Melaine, the others they had all had years to grow used to it. For Aviendha, it was a fresh wound with no scab. No wonder she hates me now.
The Wise Ones scurried out to meet Aviendha, hurrying her away into another tent. The next time Rand saw her she wore a bulky brown skirt and loose white blouse, with a shawl looped around her arms. She did not look very happy about the clothes.
Shadows were beginning to stretch to the far mountains by the time Moiraine appeared, falling and staggering back to her feet as she climbed, as sunburned as Aviendha. He was startled to see she had no clothes on either. Women were crazy, that was all.
Lan leaped from the stone outcrop and ran down to her. Scooping her into his arms, he ran back upslope, perhaps faster than he had descended, cursing and shouting for the Wise Ones by turns. Moiraine’s head lolled on his shoulder. The Wise Ones came out to take her, Melaine physically barring his way when he tried to follow them into the tent. Lan was left stalking up and down outside, pounding a fist into his hand.
Rand rolled onto his back and stared up at the low tent roof. Three days saved. He should have felt glad Moiraine and Aviendha were back and safe, but his relief was all for days saved. Time was everything. He had to be able to choose his own ground. Maybe he still could.
“What are you going to do now?” Mat asked.
“Something you should like. I am going to break the rules.”
“I meant are you going to get something to eat? Me, I’m hungry.”
In spite of himself, Rand laughed. Something to eat? He did not care if he ever ate again. Mat stared at him as if he were crazy, and that only made him laugh harder. Not crazy. For the first time somebody was going to learn what it meant that he was the Dragon Reborn. He was going to break the rules in a way no one expected.


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Kieran Hayler hints he's upset Katie Price stole snap of kids Bunny and Jett
Kieran urged fans to remember that 'the original is always better than the copy' after estranged wife Katie posted the same picture that he had of their two kids together, Bunny and Jett
by Irishmirror.ieKatie Price's estranged husband Kieran Hayler has hinted he's not got a cool head after the former glamour model took one of his pictures of their kids for her own Instagram .
Kieran, 32, posted a snap of Bunny, five and Jett, six, looking adorable dressed up in old timey clothes.
Mum Katie, 41, followed suit - the day after, according to Instagram's time stamp - posting the cute snap with a string of heart emojis.
Kieran might not be alright with that, though, as he shared a quote with his fans that read: "Never be intimidated by someone who copies you. The original is always better than the copy."
Katie and her third husband have had a turbulent and troubled relationship, meeting online back in 2012.
They got hitched in an intimate Bahamas ceremony the year after, with Katie announcing she was expecting her fourth child just a month later - Jett was born in August 2013.
She'd been married twice before - to I'm A Celeb co-star Peter Andre from 2005 to 2009 and stripper Alex Reid from 2010 to 2012.
Days after Katie revealed she was pregnant again - with Bunny - Kieran's cheating came to light.
It was made all the more dramatic by the fact it had been with one of Pricey's closest pals and a bridesmaid at their wedding, Jane Pountney.

She told fans she'd be divorcing Kieran in August 2017 after she claimed she found emails showing his affair with their nanny Nikki Brown.
Katie's had an up and down love life since then - she's now back with toyboy lover Kris Boyson.
The mum of five had initially dumped Kris by text while she partied away with her new flame Charles Drury.
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Hello and welcome to my music analytics project, focusing on the music of American singer-songwriter Sufjan Stevens.
Data about his music exists online in all three forms: notated, descriptive and acoustic. Notated data can be found in user-generated sheet music
on sites such as Musescore (which can be downloaded in musicXML, PDF and MUCZ format) and on commercial sheet music sites (typically in PDF format).
Acoustic data is found commonly in MP3 file format and in videos on Youtube, these recordings include found of both studio and live performances
which creates depth in the data. Official acoustic music data files, such as MP3s, can be found for download on major online music retailers such as Amazon, iTunes and Bandcamp.
Descriptive data about Stevens’ music exists primarily in text form in many places including fan sites, music news outlets and on his own websites.
His Bandcamp perhaps holds the most accurate data about his various albums, including track names, lengths, lyrics, artists notes, performers, recording locations, license info and release dates. Descriptive data
is also attached to acoustic data in places where his music is available to buy and listen to (such as Spotify and iTunes)- which eases searching for the consumer.
Data about Sufjan Stevens has not been widely analysed or visualised, perhaps due to lack of mainstream interest in the artist. Nonetheless some amateur analyists have sought to present his music data in
word-frequency charts that count the lyrical content of his songs,
or in the wider project by Jax De Leon, "Illinois: Visualising Music", where Sufjan Stevens tracks were analysed and visualised in various different ways - revealing common lyrical and instrumental themes.
While De Leon's graphics are visually impressive, they are somewhat hard to analyse for individual characterstics due to their scope - although they do reveal interesting patterns in his lyricism and instrumentation.
In this project I have notated four Sufjan Stevens tracks, including the epic Chicago, which is arranged in six parts. You can view these notations below (by clicking the album art) along with piano rolls, histograms and comparisons with automatically transcribed music.
At the bottom of this page you find links to jSymbolic data and acoustic analyses of tracks from the Free Music Archive.
The content on this site is just part of the work done for this project, please view "Project Files" in my GitHub repository via the logo below for the full dataset!


The seasonal cycle of surface temperature¶
Look at the observed seasonal cycle in the NCEP reanalysis data.
Read in the necessary data from the online server.
The catalog is here: http://www.esrl.noaa.gov/psd/thredds/dodsC/Datasets/ncep.reanalysis.derived/catalog.html
In [1]:
%matplotlib inline
import numpy as np
import matplotlib.pyplot as plt
import netCDF4 as nc
from climlab import constants as const
from climlab.model import ebm
from climlab.solar.insolation import daily_insolation
datapath = "http://ramadda.atmos.albany.edu:8080/repository/opendap/latest/Top/Users/Brian+Rose/CESM+runs/"
endstr = "/entry.das"
In [2]:
ncep_url = "http://www.esrl.noaa.gov/psd/thredds/dodsC/Datasets/ncep.reanalysis.derived/"
ncep_air = nc.Dataset( ncep_url + "pressure/air.mon.1981-2010.ltm.nc" )
ncep_Ts = nc.Dataset( ncep_url + "surface_gauss/skt.sfc.mon.1981-2010.ltm.nc" )
lat_ncep = ncep_Ts.variables['lat'][:]; lon_ncep = ncep_Ts.variables['lon'][:]
Ts_ncep = ncep_Ts.variables['skt'][:]
print Ts_ncep.shape
(12, 94, 192)
Load the topography file from CESM, just so we can plot the continents.
In [3]:
topo = nc.Dataset( datapath + 'som_input/USGS-gtopo30_1.9x2.5_remap_c050602.nc' + endstr )
lat_cesm = topo.variables['lat'][:]
lon_cesm = topo.variables['lon'][:]
Make two maps: one of annual mean surface temperature, another of the seasonal range (max minus min).
In [4]:
maxTs = np.max(Ts_ncep,axis=0)
minTs = np.min(Ts_ncep,axis=0)
In [5]:
fig = plt.figure( figsize=(16,6) )
ax1 = fig.add_subplot(1,2,1)
cax1 = ax1.pcolormesh( lon_ncep, lat_ncep, np.mean(Ts_ncep, axis=0), cmap=plt.cm.seismic )
cbar1 = plt.colorbar(cax1)
ax1.set_title('Annual mean surface temperature (degC)', fontsize=14 )
ax2 = fig.add_subplot(1,2,2)
cax2 = ax2.pcolormesh( lon_ncep, lat_ncep, maxTs - minTs )
cbar2 = plt.colorbar(cax2)
ax2.set_title('Seasonal temperature range (degC)', fontsize=14)
for ax in [ax1,ax2]:
ax.contour( lon_cesm, lat_cesm, topo.variables['LANDFRAC'][:], levels=[0.5], colors='k');
ax.axis([0, 360, -90, 90])
ax.set_xlabel('Longitude', fontsize=14 ); ax.set_ylabel('Latitude', fontsize=14 )
Make a contour plot of the zonal mean temperature as a function of time of year
In [6]:
[-65,-55,-45,-35,-25,-15,-5,5,15,25,35,45,55,65]
Out[6]:
[-65, -55, -45, -35, -25, -15, -5, 5, 15, 25, 35, 45, 55, 65]
In [7]:
np.arange(-65,75,10)
Out[7]:
array([-65, -55, -45, -35, -25, -15, -5, 5, 15, 25, 35, 45, 55, 65])
In [8]:
Tmax = 65; Tmin = -Tmax; delT = 10
clevels = np.arange(Tmin,Tmax+delT,delT)
fig_zonobs = plt.figure( figsize=(10,6) )
ax = fig_zonobs.add_subplot(111)
cax = ax.contourf( np.arange(12)+0.5, lat_ncep, np.transpose(np.mean( Ts_ncep, axis=2 )), levels=clevels,
cmap=plt.cm.seismic, vmin=Tmin, vmax=Tmax )
ax.set_xlabel('Month', fontsize=16)
ax.set_ylabel('Latitude', fontsize=16 )
cbar = plt.colorbar(cax)
ax.set_title('Zonal mean surface temperature (degC)', fontsize=20)
plt.show()
Exploring the amplitude of the seasonal cycle with an EBM¶
We are looking at the 1D (zonally averaged) energy balance model with diffusive heat transport. The equation is
\(C \frac{\partial T(\phi,t)}{\partial t} = \big(1-\alpha\big) Q(\phi,t) - \Big(A+B T(\phi,t) \Big) + \frac{K}{\cos\phi} \frac{\partial}{\partial \phi} \bigg( \cos\phi \frac{\partial T}{\partial \phi} \bigg)\)
and the code in climlab.model.ebm.py
solves this equation
numerically.
One handy feature of climlab
process code: the function
integrate_years()
automatically calculates the time averaged
temperature. So if we run it for exactly one year, we get the annual
mean temperature saved in the field T_timeave
.
We will look at the seasonal cycle of temperature in three different models with different heat capacities (which we express through an equivalent depth of water in meters):
In [9]:
model1 = ebm.EBM_seasonal()
model1.integrate_years(1, verbose=True)
water_depths = np.array([2., 10., 50.])
num_depths = water_depths.size
Tann = np.empty( [model1.lat.size, num_depths] )
models = []
for n in range(num_depths):
models.append(ebm.EBM_seasonal(water_depth=water_depths[n]))
models[n].integrate_years(20., verbose=False )
models[n].integrate_years(1., verbose=False)
Tann[:,n] = np.squeeze(models[n].timeave['Ts'])
Integrating for 90 steps, 365.2422 days, or 1 years.
Total elapsed time is 1.0 years.
All models should have the same annual mean temperature:
In [10]:
lat = model1.lat
plt.plot(lat, Tann)
plt.xlim(-90,90)
plt.xlabel('Latitude')
plt.ylabel('Temperature (degC)')
plt.title('Annual mean temperature in the EBM')
plt.legend( water_depths.astype(str) )
plt.show()
There is no automatic function in the ebm.py
code to keep track of
minimum and maximum temperatures (though we might add that in the
future!)
Instead we’ll step through one year “by hand” and save all the temperatures.
In [11]:
num_steps_per_year = int(model1.time['num_steps_per_year'])
Tyear = np.empty((lat.size, num_steps_per_year, num_depths))
for n in range(num_depths):
for m in range(num_steps_per_year):
models[n].step_forward()
Tyear[:,m,n] = np.squeeze(models[n].state['Ts'])
Make a figure to compare the observed zonal mean seasonal temperature cycle to what we get from the EBM with different heat capacities:
In [12]:
fig = plt.figure( figsize=(20,10) )
ax = fig.add_subplot(2,num_depths,2)
cax = ax.contourf( np.arange(12)+0.5, lat_ncep, np.transpose(np.mean( Ts_ncep, axis=2 )), levels=clevels,
cmap=plt.cm.seismic, vmin=Tmin, vmax=Tmax )
ax.set_xlabel('Month')
ax.set_ylabel('Latitude')
cbar = plt.colorbar(cax)
ax.set_title('Zonal mean surface temperature - observed (degC)', fontsize=20)
for n in range(num_depths):
ax = fig.add_subplot(2,num_depths,num_depths+n+1)
cax = ax.contourf( 4*np.arange(num_steps_per_year), lat, Tyear[:,:,n], levels=clevels,
cmap=plt.cm.seismic, vmin=Tmin, vmax=Tmax )
cbar1 = plt.colorbar(cax)
ax.set_title('water_depth = ' + str(models[n].param['water_depth']) + ' meters', fontsize=20 )
ax.set_xlabel('Days of year', fontsize=14 )
ax.set_ylabel('Latitude', fontsize=14 )
#fig.set_title('Temperature in seasonal EBM with various water depths', fontsize=14)
plt.show()
Which one looks more realistic? Depends a bit on where you look. But overall, the observed seasonal cycle matches the 10 meter case best. The effective heat capacity governing the seasonal cycle of the zonal mean temperature is closer to 10 meters of water than to either 2 or 50 meters.
Making an animation of the EBM solutions¶
In [13]:
fpath = '/Users/Brian/Dropbox/PythonStuff/ebm_seasonal_frames/'
fig = plt.figure( figsize=(20,5) )
#for m in range(model2.time['num_steps_per_year']):
for m in range(1):
thisday = m * models[0].param['timestep'] / const.seconds_per_day
Q = daily_insolation( lat, thisday )
for n in range(num_depths):
c1 = 'b'
ax = fig.add_subplot(1,num_depths,n+1)
ax.plot( lat, Tyear[:,m,n], c1 )
ax.set_title('water_depth = ' + str(models[n].param['water_depth']) + ' meters', fontsize=20 )
ax.set_xlabel('Latitude', fontsize=14 )
if n is 0:
ax.set_ylabel('Temperature', fontsize=14, color=c1 )
ax.set_xlim([-90,90])
ax.set_ylim([-60,60])
for tl in ax.get_yticklabels():
tl.set_color(c1)
ax.grid()
c2 = 'r'
ax2 = ax.twinx()
ax2.plot( lat, Q, c2)
if n is 2:
ax2.set_ylabel('Insolation (W m$^{-2}$)', color=c2, fontsize=14)
for tl in ax2.get_yticklabels():
tl.set_color(c2)
ax2.set_xlim([-90,90])
ax2.set_ylim([0,600])
filename = fpath + 'ebm_seasonal' + str(m).zfill(4) + '.png'
#fig.savefig(filename)
#fig.clear()
plt.show()
The seasonal cycle for a planet with 90º obliquity¶
The EBM code uses our familiar insolation.py
code to calculate
insolation, and therefore it’s easy to set up a model with different
orbital parameters. Here is an example with very different orbital
parameters: 90º obliquity. We looked at the distribution of insolation
by latitude and season for this type of planet in the last homework.
In [14]:
orb_highobl = {'ecc':0., 'obliquity':90., 'long_peri':0.}
print orb_highobl
model_highobl = ebm.EBM_seasonal(orb=orb_highobl)
print model_highobl.param['orb']
{'long_peri': 0.0, 'ecc': 0.0, 'obliquity': 90.0}
{'long_peri': 0.0, 'ecc': 0.0, 'obliquity': 90.0}
Repeat the same procedure to calculate and store temperature throughout one year, after letting the models run out to equilibrium.
In [15]:
Tann_highobl = np.empty( [lat.size, num_depths] )
models_highobl = []
for n in range(num_depths):
models_highobl.append(ebm.EBM_seasonal(water_depth=water_depths[n], orb=orb_highobl))
models_highobl[n].integrate_years(40., verbose=False )
models_highobl[n].integrate_years(1.)
Tann_highobl[:,n] = np.squeeze(models_highobl[n].timeave['Ts'])
Tyear_highobl = np.empty([lat.size, num_steps_per_year, num_depths])
for n in range(num_depths):
for m in range(num_steps_per_year):
models_highobl[n].step_forward()
Tyear_highobl[:,m,n] = np.squeeze(models_highobl[n].state['Ts'])
Integrating for 90 steps, 365.2422 days, or 1.0 years.
Total elapsed time is 41.0 years.
Integrating for 90 steps, 365.2422 days, or 1.0 years.
Total elapsed time is 41.0 years.
Integrating for 90 steps, 365.2422 days, or 1.0 years.
Total elapsed time is 41.0 years.
And plot the seasonal temperature cycle same as we did above:
In [16]:
fig = plt.figure( figsize=(20,5) )
Tmax_highobl = 125; Tmin_highobl = -Tmax_highobl; delT_highobl = 10
clevels_highobl = np.arange(Tmin_highobl, Tmax_highobl+delT_highobl, delT_highobl)
for n in range(num_depths):
ax = fig.add_subplot(1,num_depths,n+1)
cax = ax.contourf( 4*np.arange(num_steps_per_year), lat, Tyear_highobl[:,:,n],
levels=clevels_highobl, cmap=plt.cm.seismic, vmin=Tmin_highobl, vmax=Tmax_highobl )
cbar1 = plt.colorbar(cax)
ax.set_title('water_depth = ' + str(models_highobl[n].param['water_depth']) + ' meters', fontsize=20 )
ax.set_xlabel('Days of year', fontsize=14 )
ax.set_ylabel('Latitude', fontsize=14 )
plt.show()
Note that the temperature range is much larger than for the Earth-like case above (but same contour interval, 10 degC).
Why is the temperature so uniform in the north-south direction with 50 meters of water?
To see the reason, let’s plot the annual mean insolation at 90º obliquity, alongside the present-day annual mean insolation:
In [17]:
lat2 = np.linspace(-90, 90, 181)
days = np.linspace(1.,50.)/50 * const.days_per_year
Q_present = daily_insolation( lat2, days )
Q_highobl = daily_insolation( lat2, days, orb_highobl )
Q_present_ann = np.mean( Q_present, axis=1 )
Q_highobl_ann = np.mean( Q_highobl, axis=1 )
In [18]:
plt.plot( lat2, Q_present_ann, label='Earth' )
plt.plot( lat2, Q_highobl_ann, label='90deg obliquity' )
plt.grid()
plt.legend(loc='lower center')
plt.xlabel('Latitude', fontsize=14 )
plt.ylabel('W m$^{-2}$', fontsize=14 )
plt.title('Annual mean insolation for two different obliquities', fontsize=16)
plt.show()
Though this is a bit misleading, because our model prescribes an increase in albedo from the equator to the pole. So the absorbed shortwave gradients look even more different.
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Select Azure AD roles and then Role settings:
Select the role you would like to require just in time privileges. Here, we selected the Intune Administrator role:
Click Edit to identify the tasks required to receive privileges. Here, we set the maximum activation duration to 8 hours, required Azure MFA for activation, and required justification. We also required an approver to activate.
When assigning a privileged identity-managed role, you can choose from those two assignment types – eligible and active. Eligible assignments require the member of the role to perform an action to use the role. Actions might include performing a multi-factor authentication (MFA) check, providing a business justification, or requesting approval from designated approvers. Active assignments don't require the member to perform any action to use the role. Members assigned as active have privileges assigned at all times. In the roles settings, we can configure the expiration duration for both of these assignment types.
Provide notification rules, such that the appropriate members of your organization are aware of the permissions users have.
Now that you’ve configured and updated the settings for a role, in the Privileged Identity Management pane, add a member to the role by selecting Roles -> + Add Assignments. Then, select the role to be configured and members to assign.
Then provide the assignment type:
Click assign.
Now when the assigned users log in to the Privileged Identity Management blade of the Azure portal, they will be able to Activate the roles they were assigned:
Because of the settings we configured, to activate the Intune administrator role users need to provide a justification:
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Base for database models with relationships to Function models. It provides automatic conversion of functions to Function models when setting attributes.
Examples
In the setup, we create a SQLAlchemy session, define a Parent model
subclassing FunctionRelator
, and a Function model subclassing
FunctionMixin
.
from sqlalchemy_function import FunctionMixin, FunctionRelator
# standard session creation
from sqlalchemy import create_engine, Column, ForeignKey, Integer
from sqlalchemy.orm import relationship, sessionmaker, scoped_session
from sqlalchemy.ext.declarative import declarative_base
engine = create_engine('sqlite:///:memory:')
session_factory = sessionmaker(bind=engine)
Session = scoped_session(session_factory)
session = Session()
Base = declarative_base()
# subclass `FunctionRelator` for models with a relationship to Function models
class Parent(FunctionRelator, Base):
__tablename__ = 'parent'
id = Column(Integer, primary_key=True)
functions = relationship('Function', backref='parent')
# subclass `FunctionMixin` to define a Function model
class Function(FunctionMixin, Base):
__tablename__ = 'function'
id = Column(Integer, primary_key=True)
parent_id = Column(Integer, ForeignKey('parent.id'))
Base.metadata.create_all(engine)
We can now set the functions
attribute to a callable as follows.
def foo(*args, **kwargs):
print('My args are', args)
print('My kwargs are', kwargs)
return 'return value'
parent = Parent()
parent.functions = foo
# equivalent to:
# parent.functions = [foo]
# parent.functions = Function(foo)
# parent.functions = [Function(foo)]
parent.functions
Out:
[<__main__.Function object at 0x7f4e5a49c160>]


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[gecode-users] CP 2006: Call for Tutorial Proposals
Christian Schulte
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Wed May 10 14:38:52 CEST 2006
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CP 2006 -- CALL FOR TUTORIAL PROPOSALS
Twelfth International Conference on
Principles and Practice of Constraint Programming
http://www.sciences.univ-nantes.fr/cp06/
The CP 2006 Program Committee invites proposals for the Tutorial Program. CP
2006 will be held in Nantes, France from September 25th-29th.
CP 2006 tutorials are ideally targeted at the whole constraint community and
should give a state-of-the-art description of a field of research related to
constraint programming or of a large area of application. As an example, the
topics of tutorials in the previous CP conferences were: numerical CSPs,
global constraints, soft constraints, mathematical programming, cooperation
between methods, areas of application (eg. bioinformatics), etc.
Tutorials will take place during the technical program.
Important Dates for Tutorials
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* June 16, 2006: Acceptance notification
* Mid August, 2006: Deadline for tutorial notes (TBD)
* September 25-29, 2006: CP technical program and tutorials
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The World is Not Enough Dir: Michael Apted. Starring Pierce Brosnan, Sophie Marceau, Robert Carlyle, Denise Richards, Robbie Coltrane and Judi Dench.
The pitch: James Bond races around the globe to stop a brain-damaged terrorist from disrupting the world's oil supply.
Secret Agent 007, now in his 19th official outing, can still act suave, caressing women, guns and cocktails with equal ease. But the series itself is looking long in the tooth and short on ideas.
After an old friend is killed in a bombing inside MI6 headquarters, Bond resolves to protect the man's beautiful but emotionally scarred daughter Elektra (Marceau, who can plop her feet on our coffee table any time). The bewitching Elektra was once kidnapped by Bosnian terrorist Carlyle, who still carries a bullet in his head from an attempted assassination. Although he survived the hit, the bullet has caused irreparable neurological damage. Carlyle can no longer feel pain. Or pleasure. The injury is slowly killing him. Too bad this idea never develops into a big payoff at the climax. Like most of the action in this busy film, the issue of brain damage is introduced and quickly forgotten as Carlyle obsesses on blowing up an oil pipeline in the Caspian Sea (think fast, film fans: how many times has the climax of a Bond movie hinged on the threat of a thermonuclear device?).
Bond travels by jet ski and snow ski, by boat, rocket-equipped BMW and submarine. Curiously, though, for all his globe-trotting, we never see the super spy climb aboard or disembark from a plane (Perhaps the ancient Q and his new sidekick -- John Clesse, in an amusing cameo -- have developed a secret teleportation device so Bond can get around).
Brosnan, reprising the role for the third time, seems to relish his assignment. His confidence and wry manner are well-suited to the part, which demands a seriousness that Roger Moore could never muster and a levity that eluded Timothy Dalton in his two-picture incarnation as Bond. Brosnan has shrugged off the Remington Steel albatross and settled for a style somewhere between Moore and Dalton.  And if Connery wouldn't look absurd trying to hold his toupee in place – or face serious risk of cardiac thrombosis (he turned 69 in August) – we'd say bring him back, put a Walther PPK in his shoulder holster and let's rock.
If this sounds like carping, then the gentle readers of Cinema Uprising should know that we have seen every Bond film, most of them multiple times. We even enjoy Casino Royale (1967), the much-maligned spoof that purists don 't count as a legitimate Bond film, although in many ways it is better than most of the movies starring Roger Moore (as Bond, or anyone else, for that matter). So we're predisposed toward this Bond character. We know the formula. And Brosnan is the best actor to get behind the role since Connery vowed `nevermore.'
But the goons behind the camera are so focused on pyrotechnics, good as they are, and gee-whiz gadgets, that no one bothered with the script. We're not talking about believable plots. Hell, if that was a prerequisite, there wouldn't be any Bond films.
The problem with The World is Not Enough is the characters have nothing intelligent to say. The new Bond girl, Christmas Jones (Richards), is a case in point.  Richards plays a nuclear bimbo-scientist, with an emphasis on the bimbo. Talk about unbelievable: If this doe-eyed valley girl knows anything about nuclear physics, then we'll eat plutonium. Richards hit her stride in Wild Things (1998), a gleefully sleazy picture that still shows up on cable TV at 2 a.m. Such roles illustrate the breadth of her talent, which doesn't stand up to the stress of dialogue or facial expression.
Bond's tricked-out BMW turns in a better performance. Worse, he shows more emotion for the car when it is destroyed than he does for Ms. Richards – or the remarkable Ms. Marceau – who is a wild and an untamed thing, yet sadly impervious to Bond's particular method of rehabilitation.
Even the fine Shakespearean actress Judi Dench, starring here as a matronly M, is forced to declare obvious plot points that we can see for ourselves. The portly Coltrane fares better, reprising his role from Goldeneye (1995) as a Russian gangster. He provides equal parts cynicism and comic relief.
The World is Not Enough just isn't enough to sate the legions of Bond fans who must wait another two years for the next installment. Our advice is to check out the solid first hour, then bail out for a debriefing over vodka martinis and Beluga caviar served on toast points. Thus primed, the discriminating viewer will head for the home theater and a nostalgic, late-night viewing of the Bond classic, From Russia with Love (1963) on video. As the ads once exclaimed: Sean Connery is James Bond. That's good enough for us.
Rated PG-13 for cartoonish violence and insipid sexual double-entendres.
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[gecode-users] Value selection when branching
Guido Tack
tack at ps.uni-sb.de
Tue Feb 7 16:38:28 CET 2006
Hi.
> I still haven't solved the previous problem (about the strange propagation
> behaviour), but since for the moment there is a workaround, I have started
> to work on some other things at the same time, one of them random value
> selection when branching.
Uh, I tried that too and failed miserably ;-)
> I've also added the value BVAL_RAND to BvalSel for the case distinction
> inside the create method in select-val.icc, everything compiles and runs
> without errors. Moreover I've added a command line parameter "-seed" to set
> the global random seed.
>
> To just test this new part I changed some existing examples to use
> BVAL_RAND, e.g. all-intervall.cc.
>
> Still using the default BVAL_MIN I obtain:
> $ /examples/all-interval 10 -solutions 200 | grep solutions
> solutions: 74
>
> But then, after the change to BVAL_RAND:
> $ ./examples/all-interval 10 -solutions 200 -seed 1 | grep solutions
> solutions: 3
> $ ./examples/all-interval 10 -solutions 200 -seed 2 | grep solutions
> solutions: 118
> $ ./examples/all-interval 10 -solutions 200 -seed 3 | grep solutions
> solutions: 100
> $ ./examples/all-interval 10 -solutions 200 -seed 37582 | grep solutions
> solutions: 125
>
> ...and so on, you get the idea. Clearly something is wrong here. ;) Even
> though values are chosen randomly, in the end the number of solutions
> should be the same. And since for this setting all that was changed/added
> are the things above, the error should be within there. Still I can't see
> the problem, esp. when comparing it to the existing value selection
> classes.
To understand this behaviour, you have to understand how the search engine
works. One severe problem is recomputation: this requires that the branching
is deterministic, i.e. for equivalent spaces it must always result in the
same choice. This is clearly not the case here. You could switch off
recomputation by giving -c_d 1 -a_d 1 as command line parameters. Please try
out if that changes anything.
It might still not work, because even if you never recompute spaces, you are
not guaranteed that for one space at one point in the search tree the
branching is evaluated only once. The only way out of this trap is to use
something that will be completely deterministic, so that for equivalent
spaces you will always get the same choice.
Cheers,
Guido
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4.1 Variables
The normality of all six variables needed for the correlations is examined via Shapiro-Wilk tests for normality:
- percentage of women graduates who graduate from ICT programs,
- percentage of men graduates who graduate from ICT programs,
- percentage of women among ICT graduates,
- percentage of women among ICT graduates adjusted for the disparity in the ratio of women to men who graduate from all programs,
- disparity between the percentage of all women versus all men graduates who graduate from an ICT program, and
- GGGI
4.2 Normality
Of these six variables, only three follow a normal distribution: variable (3) variable (5), and variable (6). The table below displays all results of the Shapiro-Wilk tests. Because Pearson’s correlation coefficient (r) is the metric of interest, no transformations to the data are needed because Pearson’s r requires continuous, but not normal data.
| variable | W | p-value |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 0.7473 | 5.056e-12 |
| 2 | 0.9033 | 1.499e-06 |
| 3 | 0.9693 | 0.0170 |
| 4 | 0.9498 | 0.0007 |
| 5 | 0.9809 | 0.1433 |
| 6 | 0.9890 | 0.5647 |
4.3 Outliers and data omission
Mahalonobis \(D^{2}\) values were computed for four of the six variables. The other two variables, variables (4) and (5) were omitted, as they were computed directly using variables (1) and (2). Including these variables and thus, their dependencies, will not allow for Mahalonobis \(D^{2}\) calculations to be possible.
The Q-Q plot below displays each of the countries’ Mahalonobis \(D^{2}\) values (the seven countries that deviate the most are labeled with their iso_a3 country code).
The figure below shows bivariate scatter plots, histograms, and the Pearson correlations for and between each of the four variables, with any outliers marked with a blue dot. Only one country, Oman (iso_a3 ‘OMN’), has a Mahalonobis \(D^{2}\) value of greater than 25. Therefore, Oman is the sole country to be removed from the analysis for being an outlier.
However, in order to correctly compare the three correlations, an identical set of countries must be the subject of each. The second and third correlations depend on the existence of data for variables (1) and (2), whereas the third correlation depends on the existence of data for variable (3). One country, Sri Lanka, has data for variable (3), but not variables (1) and (2). Thus, Sri Lanka was the second and final country to be removed from the analysis. This leaves 102 remaining countries for which sufficient data is available.
4.4 Data description
Descriptive statistics for the 102 countries and the bivariate scatter plots, histograms, and the Pearson correlations for the data after removing the outlier:
## vars n mean sd median trimmed mad min max range skew kurtosis se
## variable_1 1 102 2.74 2.41 1.74 2.32 1.20 0.20 13.44 13.24 1.84 3.83 0.24
## variable_2 2 102 7.24 3.74 6.82 6.83 2.72 1.25 22.93 21.68 1.42 3.26 0.37
## variable_3 3 102 30.09 12.60 28.40 29.53 13.52 7.49 67.35 59.86 0.39 -0.48 1.25
## variable_4 4 102 25.94 13.04 23.80 24.93 14.58 4.62 61.17 56.55 0.55 -0.60 1.29
## variable_5 5 102 -4.50 3.10 -4.31 -4.39 3.25 -12.89 2.55 15.44 -0.36 -0.14 0.31
## variable_6 6 102 0.70 0.05 0.70 0.70 0.05 0.57 0.84 0.27 -0.06 0.15 0.01
The ICT-GEP Thinkpiece does not offer an explanation regarding the consideration or removal of outliers. However, through a simple count of the countries listed in the think piece’s reference data, it appears that only 79 countries were included in the analysis.


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54
Reviewed by Harvey Karten, Ph.D. Miramax Films Director: Mark Christopher Writer: Mark Christopher Cast:Mike Meyers, Neve Campbell, Ryan Phillipe, Salma Hayek, Sela Ward, Breckin Meyer, Sherry Stringfield, Lauren Hutton
Would you believe that disco is dead? The clubs with long lines of people who had to beg the bouncers to admit them; the pulsating music that took the hordes of young far from their daily troubles; the throbbing rhythms that propelled John Travolta into stardom with his great film "Saturday Night Fever," now a mere historical curiosity making way for his darker, more cynical works. It's gone the way of the cha cha. Or has it? In the final scene of "The Last Days of Disco," last year's meditation on the dance phenomenon, writer-director Whit Stillman gets a contemporary subway car to its feet, passenger by passenger rising to boogie, then an entire station on the New York transit swinging to the beat. If the clubs are boarded up or metamorphosed into shopping centers filled with stores like P.C. Richard and Kmart, the music in our minds remains, a lasting tribute to the 1980s phenomenon that captured youthful hearts and minds throughout the west.
This introduction might serve as a model of what a movie about the country's most notable disco should elicit by its conclusion: an excitement in the audience, a feeling that, "Hey, the music, the dancing were great! Maybe we'll come to our senses and revive the delirium that defined the era?" Unfortunately Mark Christopher, who wrote and directed "54," is not sure what he wants to do with the material. Loosely constructed as a series of incidents in the life of a rising young protege of "54" impresario Steve Rubell, Mr. Christopher's movie at times looks like a parody of the era, at other times like a celebration of a period haplessly gone by. Trash bags full of money turn up from time to time with only a smidgen of evidence of how this much cash changed hands, but most important the film does not make clear exactly how its narrator and central character rose from a New Jersey working-class boy to a semi-celebrity of New York's nightly social scene.  No sooner does any sensuality hit the screen than Alexander Gruszynski's camera pans away to introduce the next vignette.
The fictionalized story of how Studio 54 changes the life of one young man opens in a small New Jersey town just three miles across the water from the Manhattan which few of its residents seem ever to visit. When 19-year-old Shane O'Shea (Ryan Phillippe), his curly blond hair newly coiffed by some small-town Vidal Sassoon, hitches a ride across the river with two friends, he finds himself just outside the entrance of the famed Studio 54 where Steve Rubell (Mike Myers) himself, aided by a bouncer, makes careful picks as to who gets admitted. When Shane gets the thumbs up and his two friends dismissed, we get the earliest hint of a chemistry between him and Mr. Rubell. Asked to remove his shirt to display the body of Michelangelo's David (according to one female admirer) he ascends the hierarchy to bartender and it is in that position that he, by adding assorted pills to the patrons' drinks and by performing services not clearly defined by the movie, begins to acquire heavy cash with his growing fame.
Shane's female side, Julie Black (Neve Campbell), is a soap-opera performer eager, like Shane, to use whatever charms she has to rise in her career, obviously not stopping at the bedpost on the way to the ladder. In her case just as in his, director Christopher barely hints at the intrigue as though he wants to give Shane and Julie the benefit of the doubt--to allow us to assume that pure looks and bauble were enough to make their calling a success.
Nor do we get to see much dancing. Compare "54" with "Dance With Me" for an indication of how a story--not necessary a great one--can feature both hot dancing and a semblance of chemistry from its stars. For all of Ryan Phillippe's good looks, he is oddly uncharismatic, and Mike Myers, in portraying a man who electrified the disco scene like no other in his time, performs the role as a man perpetually on downers.
Rated R. Running time: 89 minutes. (C) Harvey Karten 1998
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Hudson Police chief asking for public's support after sergeant's stroke abroad
by Christine McCarthyHUDSON, Mass. - Police in Hudson, Mass. Are asking for the public's help as they rally around one of their own. A sergeant visiting Europe with his family is in the hospital after suffering a stroke.
The Hudson Police Chief tells Boston 25 News that he knows the sergeant and his family very well. That sergeant has been serving the community for decades and though he's usually the one helping others, the chief says it’s time to support him and his family in their difficult time in a foreign country.
"Scott is an awesome police officer, police sergeant," said Chief Michael Burks Sr. "And [has a] good family."
Raised in a law enforcement family, Hudson Police Sergeant Scott Chaulk has it in his blood. It's what he’s meant to do.
"He grew up in Hudson, his father was a police officer with the registry," Chief Burks said.
That's why Chief Burks is calling on the community Sergeant Chaulk has served for 21 years to help him in return.
"It would be easier if it were here," he said.
Chaulk was visiting Spain with his family, where one of his two sons is studying abroad, when the 53-year-old suffered a stroke last week.
"Right now he's in a Barcelona hospital," Chief Burks said. "They attended to him. He has had a surgery yesterday and one today."
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What's next in his treatment and when he'll return are unknown.
"We don't know how long it's going to take and when he will be back here and, you know, stand beside us," Chief Burks said.
Until then, his extended family at Hudson PD is rallying around him, raising money to cover mounting medical bills and asking others to donate too.
"Our thoughts and prayers go out to him and his family," Chief Burks said. "And just let him know that he has the support of his brothers here at the Hudson Police Department."
The chief added that residents have come into the police station with donations in hand for the family. He says that shows the character of Sergeant Chaulk. But he’s asking donors to use a fund that’s been set up at a local bank or use a GoFundMe page.


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The locking mechanism provides synchronization of simultaneous access to the same resource in applications with multiple threads and it works similar to the implementation found in TCanvas class. For additional information, see Delphi documentation on TCanvas.