Walking back out to the great sprawl of tents, Egwene tried to get a grip on herself, but she was not sure her feet actually touched the ground. Well, she knew they did. They added their small portion to the waves of dust swept along by the hot gusting wind; coughing, she wished Wise Ones wore veils. A shawl wrapped around your head was not the same, and it was like wearing a sweat tent besides. Yet she felt as if her feet trod on air. Her brain seemed to be spinning, and not from the heat.
At first she had thought Gawyn was not going to meet her, but then he was suddenly just there as she walked through the crowds. They had spent the entire morning in the private dining room of The Long Man, holding hands and talking over tea.  It made her start thinking of his dreams, about maybe slipping back into them again, about things no decent woman should be thinking at all! Not an unmarried woman, anyway.
Hastily she looked around. The tents were still half a mile off, and there was not a living soul closer. If there had been, they could not have seen her blushes. Realizing she was grinning idiotically behind the shawl, she wiped it away. Light, she had to keep a rein on herself. Forget the feel of Gawyn’s strong arms and remember why they had had so much time at The Long Man.
Threading through the crowd, she peered about, looking for Gawyn and trying with some difficulty to pretend casualness; she did not want him to think her eager, after all. Suddenly a man leaned toward her, whispering fiercely. “Follow me to The Long Man.”
She jumped; she could not help herself. It took her a moment to recognize Gawyn. He wore a plain brown coat, and a thin dustcloak hung down his back, the hood up and nearly hiding his face. He was not the only one cloaked—any but Aiel who went beyond the city walls wore one—but not many had their hoods raised in that oven heat.
She caught his sleeve firmly as he tried to slide away ahead of her.  She did keep her voice down, though; no need to attract eyes to an argument. “We were going to walk. You are taking entirely too much for granted if you think for a moment—”
Grimacing, he whispered at her hurriedly. “The women I came with are looking for someone. Someone like you.  Now follow me.”
The memory settled her feet firmly. The burned-over ground was nearly as hot as the city paving stones through the soles of her soft boots. She trudged through the dust, thinking furiously. Gawyn had not known much more than he told in that first exchange. He argued that it could not be her they were looking for, that she just had to be careful of her channeling and stay out of sight as much as possible. Only, he had not looked very convinced himself, not wearing a disguise. She refrained from mentioning his clothes; he was so worried that if these Aes Sedai found her she would be in all sorts of troubles, worried that he would lead them to her, so plainly unwilling to stop seeing her even if he did suggest it himself. And so convinced that what she needed was to sneak somehow back to Tar Valon and into the Tower. That, or to make her peace with Coiren and the others and return with them. Light, but she should have been angry at him, thinking he knew what was best for her better than she did, but for some reason it made her want to smile indulgently even now. For some reason she just could not think straight about him, and he seemed to creep into whatever thought she had.
Chewing her lip, she focused on the real problem. The Tower Aes Sedai. If only she could bring herself to question Gawyn; it would not be betraying him to ask just a few small questions, their Ajahs, where they went, or . . . no! She had made that promise to herself, but breaking it would dishonor him. No questions. Only what he volunteered.
Whatever he said, she had no reason to think they were looking for Egwene al’Vere. And, she admitted reluctantly, no real reason to think they were not, only a lot of suppositions and hopes. Just because a Tower agent would not recognize Egwene al’Vere in an Aiel woman did not say that the agent had not heard the name, even heard of Egwene Sedai of the Green Ajah. She winced. From now on, she would have to be very careful in the city. More than careful.
She had reached the edge of the tents. The encampment sprawled over miles, covering the hills east of the city whether treed or not. Aiel moved among the low tents, but only a handful of gai’shain nearby. None of the Wise Ones were in sight. She had broken a promise to them. To Amys, really, but to all of them. Necessity seemed an increasingly thin reed to support her deception.
“Join us, Egwene,” a woman’s voice called. Even with her head covered, Egwene was not hard to pick out unless surrounded by girls not yet full grown. Surandha, Sorilea’s apprentice, had poked her dark golden head out of a tent and was waving to her. “The Wise Ones are meeting back among the tents, all of them, and they’ve given us all the day for ourselves. The entire day.” That was a luxury seldom offered, and not one Egwene would pass up.
Inside, women lay sprawled on cushions reading by oil lamps—the tent was closed against dust, and thus against light as well—or sat sewing or knitting or doing embroidery. Two were playing cat’s cradle. A low murmur of conversation filled the tent, and several smiled greetings. They were not all apprentices—two mothers and several first-sisters had come to visit—and the older women wore as much jewelry as any Wise One. Everyone had their blouses half-unlaced and shawls wrapped around their waists, though the trapped heat did not seem to bother them.
A gai’shain moved about refilling teacups. Something in the way he moved said he was a craftsman, not algai’d’siswai; he was still hard of face, yet a trifle softer by comparison, and maintaining a meek manner seemed less of a struggle. He wore one of those headbands naming him siswai’aman. None of the women gave it a second glance, though gai’shain were not supposed to wear anything but white.
Egwene tied her shawl around her waist and gratefully accepted water to wash her face and hands, then undid a few of her blouse laces and took a tasseled red cushion between Surandha and Estair, Aeron’s red-haired apprentice. “What are the Wise Ones meeting about?” Her mind was not on the Wise Ones. She had no intention of avoiding the city entirely—she had agreed to look in at The Long Man every morning to see whether Gawyn was there, though the smirk on the stout innkeeper’s face made her cheeks grow warm; the Light only knew what that woman thought!—but there definitely would be no more attempts to listen in at Lady Arilyn’s mansion. After leaving Gawyn she had gone near enough to sense the channeling continuing inside, but left after one quick peek around the corner. Just standing that close produced the uneasy feeling that Nesune was going to pop up behind her. “Does anyone know?”
“Your sisters, of course,” Surandha laughed. She was a handsome woman, with large blue eyes, and laughter made her beautiful. Some five years older than Egwene, she could channel as strongly as many Aes Sedai and was eagerly awaiting the call to a hold of her own. In the meanwhile, of course, she jumped when Sorilea thought jump. “What else would make them leap as if they had sat on segade spines?”
“We should send Sorilea to talk with them,” Egwene said, taking a green-striped cup of tea from the gai’shain. While telling her how his Younglings were crowded into all the bedrooms not taken by the Aes Sedai, and some into the stables, Gawyn had let slip that there was no room for even another scullery maid, and that the Aes Sedai were not preparing any. It was good news. “Sorilea could make any number of Aes Sedai sit up straight.” Surandha’s head went back in gales of laughter.
Estair’s laugh was faint, and more than a touch scandalized. A slender young woman with serious gray eyes, she always behaved as if a Wise One was watching her. It never ceased to amaze Egwene that Sorilea should have an apprentice who was full of fun, while Aeron, pleasant and smiling, with never a cross word, had one who seemed to hunt for rules to obey. “I believe it is the Car’a’carn,” Estair said in the gravest of tones.
“Why?” Egwene asked absently. She was just going to have to avoid the city. Except for Gawyn, of course; embarrassing as it might be to admit, she would not forgo meeting him for anything less than the certainty of Nesune waiting in The Long Man. That meant back to walking around the city walls for exercise, in all that dust. This morning had been an exception, but she was not going to give the Wise Ones any excuse to put off her return to Tel’aran’rhiod. Tonight they would meet the Salidar Aes Sedai alone, but in seven nights, she would be with them. “What now?”
“You have not heard?” Surandha exclaimed.
In two or three days she could approach Nynaeve and Elayne, or speak to them in their dreams again. Try to speak to them, anyway; you could never be absolutely certain the other person knew you were more than a dream, not unless they were used to communicating that way, which Nynaeve and Elayne certainly were not. She had only spoken to them that way once before. In any case, the thought of approaching them at all still made her vaguely uneasy. She had had another hazy almost nightmare about it; every time one of them said a word, they tripped and fell on their faces or dropped a cup or plate or knocked over a vase, always something that shattered on impact. Since interpreting the dream about Gawyn becoming her Warder she had been making an effort at all of them. To no real effect so far, but she was sure that one had meaning. Maybe it was best to wait on the next meeting to speak to them. Besides, there was always the chance of running into Gawyn’s dreams again, being drawn in. Just the thought made her cheeks color.
“The Car’a’carn has returned,” Estair said. “He is to meet your sisters this afternoon.”
All thoughts of Gawyn and dreams gone, Egwene frowned into her teacup. Twice inside ten days. It was unusual for him to come back so soon. Why had he? Had he learned of the Tower Aes Sedai somehow? How? And as always, his trips themselves triggered their own question. How did he do it?
“How does he do what?” Estair asked, and Egwene blinked, startled that she had spoken aloud.
“How does he upset my stomach so easily?”
Surandha shook her head in commiseration, but she grinned too. “He is a man, Egwene.”
“He is the Car’a’carn,” Estair said with heavy emphasis, and more than a touch of reverence. Egwene would not be entirely surprised to see her wind that fool strip of cloth around her head.
Surandha immediately tackled Estair over how she was ever going to deal with a hold chief, much less a sept or clan chief, if she did not realize that a man did not stop being a man just because he led, while Estair maintained stoutly that the Car’a’carn was different. One of the older women, Mera, who had come to see her daughter, leaned toward them and said that the way to handle any chief—hold, sept, clan or the Car’a’carn—was the same as the way to handle a husband, which brought a laugh from Baerin, also there to visit a daughter, and a comment that that would be a good way to have a roofmistress lay her knife at your feet, a declaration of feud. Baerin had been a Maiden before she married, but anyone could declare a feud with anyone other than a Wise One or a blacksmith. Before the words were well out of Mera’s mouth everybody except the gai’shain joined in, overwhelming poor Estair—the Car’a’carn was a chief among chiefs, no more; that was certain—but arguing whether it was better to approach a chief directly or through his roofmistress.
Egwene paid little attention. Surely Rand would not do anything foolish. He had been properly doubtful concerning Elaida’s letter, yet he believed Alviarin’s, which was not only more cordial, but downright fawning. He thought he had friends, even followers, in the Tower. She did not. Three Oaths or no Three Oaths, she was convinced Elaida and Alviarin had worked up that second letter between them, with all its ridiculous talk of “kneeling in his radiance.” It was all a ploy to get him into the Tower.
Looking at her hands regretfully, she sighed and set down her cup. It was snatched up by the gai’shain before her hand was well away.
“I must go,” she told the two apprentices. “There’s something I realize I have to do.” Surandha and Estair made noises about going with her—well, more than noises; if Aiel said something, they meant it—but they were caught up in the discussion and did not argue when she insisted they stay. Wrapping her shawl around her head again and leaving the rising voices behind—Mera was telling Estair in no uncertain tones that she might be a Wise One eventually, but until she was she could listen to a woman who had managed a husband and raised three daughters and two sons without a sister-wife to help—Egwene ducked back into the windblown dust.
In the city, she tried to creep through the crowded streets without appearing to creep, tried to look every way while seeming to watch only where she was going. The chances of walking into Nesune were small, but . . . ahead of her two women in sober dresses and prim aprons sidestepped to go around one another, but both moved the same way, and they came nose to nose. Murmured apologies, and each woman stepped aside again. In the same direction. More apologies, and as if dancing, they moved together once more. As Egwene passed them, they were still stepping from side to side in perfect unison, faces beginning to redden, apologies swallowed behind compressed lips. How long it might go on she had no idea, but it was well to remember that Rand was in the city. Light, when he was around, it would not be beyond belief for her to walk right up on all six Aes Sedai just as a gust of wind ripped the shawl from around her head and three people shouted her name and called her Aes Sedai. With him around, it would not be entirely beyond belief to walk into Elaida.
 Fortunately, the sight of a wild-eyed Aiel with her face hidden—what did they know of the difference between a shawl and a veil?—made people move out of her way, which allowed her to speed along at a near trot, but she did not draw a peaceful breath until she slipped into the Sun Palace by a small servant’s door in the rear.
A strong smell of cooking hung in the narrow hallway, and liveried men and women scurried back and forth. Others, taking their ease in their shirtsleeves or flapping aprons to make a little breeze, stared at her in astonishment. Likely no one except other servants came this close to the kitchens from one year to the next. Certainly not an Aiel. They looked as though they expected her to produce a spear from under her skirts.
She pointed a finger at a round little man who was wiping his neck with a kerchief. “Do you know where Rand al’Thor is?”
He gave a start, rolling his eyes toward his companions, who were quickly drifting away. His feet shifted, wanting very much to follow. “The Lord Dragon, uh . . . mistress? In his chambers? I suppose, anyway.” He began to shuffle sideways, bowing. “If Mistress . . . uh . . . if my Lady will forgive, I must get back to my—”
“You will take me there.” she said firmly. She was not going to wander about this time.
One last eye-rolling after his vanished friends, a sigh quickly suppressed, a hurried frightened look to see whether he had offended, and he scampered off to fetch his coat. He was very efficient in the warren of palace corridors, hurrying along and bowing her way at every turn, but when at last he pointed with yet another bow to tall doors worked with gilded rising suns and guarded by a Maiden and an Aielman, she felt a flash of contempt as she dismissed him. She could not understand why; he was simply doing what he was paid to do.
The Aielman stood as she approached, a very tall man in his middle years, with bull-like chest and shoulders and cold gray eyes. Egwene did not know him, and he plainly meant to turn her away. Luckily she did know the Maiden.
“Let her pass, Maric,” Somara said, grinning. “This is Amys’ apprentice, hers and Bair’s and Melaine’s, the only apprentice I know to serve three Wise Ones. And from the look of her, they have sent her running with strong words for Rand al’Thor.”
“Running?” Maric’s chuckle softened neither face nor eyes. “Crawling, it looks.” He went back to watching the corridor.
Egwene did not have to ask what he meant. Digging her handkerchief out of her belt pouch, she wiped hurriedly at her face; no one could take you seriously dirty, and Rand had to listen. “Important words anyway, Somara. He is alone, I hope. The Aes Sedai haven’t come yet?” The handkerchief came away gray and went back into her pouch with a sigh.
Somara shook her head. “It is some good time before they are due. Will you tell him to be careful? I mean no disrespect to your sisters, but he will not look where he leaps. He is headstrong.”
“I will tell him.” Egwene could not help a grin. She had heard Somara talk this way before—with the sort of exasperated pride a mother might have for an over-adventurous son of about ten—and a few other Maidens as well.  “I’ll tell him to wash his ears, too.” Somara actually nodded before catching herself. Egwene drew a deep breath. “Somara, my sisters mustn’t find out I am here.” Maric glanced at her curiously, between studying every servant who entered the hallway. She had to be careful. “We are not close, Somara. In fact, you might say we are as far apart as sisters can be.”
“The worst bad blood is between first-sisters,” Somara said with a nod. “Go in. They will not hear your name from me, and if Maric’s tongue flaps, I will tie a knot in it.” Maric, head and shoulders taller and weighing at least twice as much, smiled slightly without looking at her.
The Maidens’ habit of sending her in without announcing her had led to embarrassments in the past, but this time Rand was not sitting in his bath. The apartments had obviously belonged to the king, and the anteroom was more a throne room in miniature. Miniature by comparison with the real throne room, anyway. The wavy rays of a golden sun a full span across, set in the polished stone floor, were the only curves in sight. Tall mirrors in severe gold frames lined the walls beneath broad straight bands of gilding, and the deep cornice was made of golden triangles overlapping like scales. Heavily gilded chairs to either side of the rising sun made two facing lines as stiff as their tall backs. Rand sat in another chair, with twice the gilding and a back twice as high, atop a small dais that was itself encrusted with gilt. In a red silk coat embroidered in gold and holding that piece of carved Seanchan spear in the crook of his arm, he wore a dark scowl. He looked a king, and one about to do murder.
She planted her fists on her hips.
Surprise, and a touch of outrage, lasted only a moment. With a grin he stepped down and tossed the spearhead onto the chair seat. “What under the Light have you been doing?” Striding the length of the chamber, he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the nearest mirror.
She winced in spite of herself. She was a sight. The dust that had sifted through her shawl—no; mud, with the sweat added—made streaks across her cheeks and swirls across her forehead where she had tried to scrub it away.
“I’ll have Somara send for some water,” he said dryly. “Perhaps she’ll think it is for my ears.” That grin was insufferable!
“There is no need,” she told him with as much dignity as she could muster. She was not about to have him stand there watching her wash. Pulling out her already grimy handkerchief, she hurriedly tried to clean off the worst. “You’re meeting Coiren and the others soon. I don’t have to warn you they’re dangerous, do I?”
“I think you just did. They aren’t all coming. I said no more than three, so that is what they’re sending.” In the mirror his head tilted as if he were listening, and he nodded, voice dropping to a murmur. “Yes, I can handle three, if they aren’t too strong.” Abruptly he noticed her looking. “Of course, if one of them is Moghedien in a wig, or Semirhage, I may be in trouble.”
“Rand, you must take this seriously.” The handkerchief was not doing much good. With the greatest reluctance, she spat on it; there was simply no dignified way to spit on a handkerchief. “I know how strong you are, but they are Aes Sedai. You can’t behave like they’re women in from the country. Even if you think Alviarin will kneel at your feet, and all her friends with her, these were sent by Elaida. You can’t think she means anything but to try putting a leash on you. The short and simple of it is, you should send them away.”
“And trust your hidden friends?” he asked softly. Much too softly.
There was nothing to be done with her face; she should have let him send for the water. There was no asking for it now, though, not after refusing. “You know you cannot trust Elaida,” she said carefully, turning to him. Mindful of what had happened the last time, she did not even want to mention the Aes Sedai in Salidar. “You know that.”
“I don’t trust any Aes Sedai. They”—there was a hesitation in his voice, as if he had started to use another word, though she could not imagine what—“will try to use me, and I will try to use them. A pretty circle, don’t you think?” If she had ever considered the possibility that he could be allowed near the Salidar Aes Sedai, his eyes disabused her of it, so hard, so cold, that she shivered inside.
Maybe if he got angry enough, if he struck enough sparks with Coiren that the embassy went back to the Tower empty-handed, on their own . . . “If you think it is pretty, I suppose it is; you are the Dragon Reborn. Well, since you intend to go through with this, you might as well do it right. Just remember that they are Aes Sedai. Even a king listens to Aes Sedai with respect, even when he doesn’t agree, and he’d set out for Tar Valon on the hour if summoned. Even the Tairen High Lords would, or Pedron Niall.” The fool man grinned at her again, or at least showed his teeth; the rest of his face was as blank as river rock. “I hope you’re paying attention. I am trying to help you.” Just not the way he thought. “If you mean to use them, you can’t make them bristle like doused cats. The Dragon Reborn won’t impress them any more than he does me, with your fancy coats and your thrones and your fool scepter.” She shot a scornful look at the tasseled spearhead; Light, the thing made her skin crawl!   Bend your stubborn neck. It isn’t groveling to show a proper deference, a little humbleness.”
“Proper deference,” he said thoughtfully.  “I suppose I can’t talk to an Aes Sedai the same way I do to some lord who’s been plotting behind my back. It’s good advice, Egwene. I’ll try. I will be humble as a mouse.”
Trying not to look hurried, she rubbed at her face again with the handkerchief to hide her goggling. She was not really sure her eyes were popping, but she thought they must be. Her whole life, any time she pointed out that right was a better way, he stuck out his chin and insisted on left! Why did he have to choose now to listen?
Was there anything to the good as matters stood? At least it could not hurt him to display some respect. Even if they followed Elaida, the idea of anyone showing impertinence to any Aes Sedai really did upset her.  There was no point in trying to undo it, not now; he was not slow-witted. Only exasperating.
“Was that all you came for?” he asked.
She could not go yet. There might be a chance to put things right, or at least make sure he was not wool-headed enough to go to Tar Valon. “Do you know there’s a Sea Folk Wavemistress on a ship in the river? The White Spray.” That was as good a change of topic as any. “She came to see you, and I hear she is growing impatient.” That was from Gawyn. Erian had had herself rowed out to discover what Sea Folk were doing so far inland, and was refused permission to board.  Egwene more than suspected why they were here, but she was not about to tell Rand; for once let him meet somebody without expecting them to bow down.
“The Atha’an Miere are everywhere, it seems.” Rand took a seat in one of the chairs; he looked amused for some reason, but she would swear it had nothing to do with the Sea Folk. “Berelain says I should meet this Harine din Togara Two Winds, but if her temper is anything like Berelain reports, she can wait. I have enough women angry with me for the moment.”
That was almost an opening, but not quite. “I cannot understand why. You always have such a winning way about you.” Immediately she wished she had the words back; they only reinforced what she did not want him to do.
Frowning, he seemed not to have heard her at all. “Egwene, I know you don’t like Berelain, but it hasn’t gone beyond that, has it? I mean, you make such a good job of playing at Aiel, I could imagine you offering to dance the spears with her. She was troubled about something, uneasy, but she wouldn’t say what.”
Probably the woman had found a man who told her no; that would be enough to shake Berelain’s world to its foundations. “I’ve not said a dozen words to her since the Stone of Tear, and not many more then.  “The Aes Sedai are here, Car’a’carn.”
Rand’s head swiveled toward the door, his face stone. “They weren’t to come for another—! Thinking to catch me off guard, were they? They have to learn who sets the rules here.”
Right then Egwene did not care if they were trying to catch him in his smallclothes. All thought of Berelain vanished. Somara made a small gesture that might have been commiseration. She did not care about that either. Rand could keep them from taking her, if she asked. All it meant was staying close to him from now on so they could not shield her and hustle her away the first time she put her nose into the street. All it meant was asking, putting herself under his protection. The choice between that and being hauled back to the Tower in a sack was so thin it made her stomach hurt. For one thing, she would never become Aes Sedai hiding behind him, and for another, the idea of hiding behind anyone set her teeth on edge. Only, they were here, right outside the door, and inside the hour she might be in that sack, or as good as. Deep slow breaths did nothing to steady her twitching nerves.
“Rand, is there another way out of here? If there isn’t, I will hide in one of the other rooms. They mustn’t know I am here. Rand? Rand! Are you listening to me?”
He spoke, but definitely not to her. “You are there,” he whispered hoarsely. “Too much coincidence for you to think of that now.” He was staring at nothing with a look of fury, and maybe fear. “Burn you, answer me! I know you’re there!”
Egwene licked her lips before she could stop herself. Somara might be gazing at him with what could be described as fond motherly concern—and him not even noticing her joke—but Egwene’s stomach was turning over slowly. He could not have gone mad as suddenly as that. He could not have. But he had seemed to listen to some hidden voice just a little while ago, and maybe spoken to it then too.
She did not remember crossing the intervening space, but abruptly her hand was pressed against his forehead. Nynaeve always said to check for fever first, though what good that would do now . . . if only she knew more than a scrap of Healing. But that would do no good, either. Not if he was . . . “Rand, are you . . . ? Are you feeling all right?”
He came to himself, shying back from her hand, peering at her suspiciously. The next moment he was on his feet, gripping her arm, all but hauling her down the chamber so quickly she nearly tripped over her skirts trying to keep up. “Stand right there,” he ordered briskly, planting her beside the dais, and backed away.
Rubbing her arm vigorously enough that he could not miss it, she started to follow. Men never realized how strong they were; even Gawyn did not always, though she did not really mind with him. “What do you think—?”
“Don’t move!” In a disgusted tone he added, “Burn him, it seems it ripples if you move. I’ll fasten it to the floor, but you still can’t jump about. I don’t know how big I can make it, and this is no time to find out.”
Fasten what to the floor? What was he talking—? It came to her so suddenly that she forgot to wonder who the “him” was. Rand had woven saidin around her. Her eyes widened; she was breathing too quickly, but she could not stop. How close was it? Every shred of reason told her the taint could not seep out of whatever he channeled; he had touched her with saidin before, but if anything, that thought only made it worse. Instinctively she narrowed her shoulders and held her skirts close in front of her.
“What—? What did you do?” She was very proud of her voice, a trifle unsteady maybe, but nothing like the wail she wanted to let out.
“Look in that mirror,” he laughed. Laughed!
Grumpily she obeyed—and gasped. There in the silvered glass was the gilded chair on its dais. Some of the rest of the room. But not her. “I’m . . . invisible,” she breathed. Once Moiraine had hidden them all behind a screen of saidar, but how had he learned it?
“Much better than hiding under my bed,” he said, speaking to air a good hand to the right of her head. As if that had ever entered her mind! “I want you to see how respectful I can be. Besides,” his tone became more serious, “maybe you’ll see something I miss. Maybe you’ll even be willing to tell me.”  “Send them in, Somara. Let the embassy of the White Tower approach the Dragon Reborn.” His twisted smile made Egwene almost as uncomfortable as the nearness of woven saidin.
Somara vanished, and in moments the doors opened wide.
A plump, stately woman who could only be Coiren led the way in a dark blue gown, flanked a pace to the rear by Nesune in plain brown wool and a raven-haired Aes Sedai in green silk, a pretty, round-faced woman with a plump, demanding mouth. Egwene wished Aes Sedai always wore the colors of their Ajah—Whites did at every chance—because whatever that woman was, she would not believe her Green, not with the hard stare she gave Rand from her first step into the room. Cold serenity barely masked her contempt, perhaps did mask it for anyone not used to Aes Sedai. Would Rand see? Maybe not; he seemed to be concentrating on Coiren, whose face was completely unreadable. Nesune, of course, took in everything, bird-like eyes darting this way and that.
Right then, Egwene was very glad of the cloak he had woven for her. She started to dab at her face with the handkerchief she still held, then froze. He said he would fix it to the floor. Had he? Light, she might be standing there naked for all she knew. Except that Nesune’s gaze swept past without pausing. Sweat rolled down Egwene’s face. It poured. Burn the man! She would have been perfectly happy hiding under his bed.
 Most were stocky, but they labored under the weight of two chests, not small, the polished brass strapping worked with the Flame of Tar Valon. The serving women set the chests down with audible sighs of relief, furtively working arms and knuckling backs as the doors swung shut, and Coiren and the other two sank into curtsies in perfect unison, though not very deeply.
Rand was down out of the chair before they straightened. The glow of saidar surrounded the Aes Sedai, all three together; they had linked. Egwene tried to remember what she had seen, how they did it; despite the glow, nothing ruffled their outward calm as Rand strode by them to the serving women and peered into each face in turn.
What was he—? Of course; making sure none had the ageless face of an Aes Sedai. Egwene shook her head, then froze again. He was a fool if he thought that enough. Most wore too much age—not all old by any means, but you could put an age to them—yet two were young enough to be Aes Sedai not long raised. They were not—Egwene could only sense the ability in the three Aes Sedai, and she was close enough—but he certainly could not tell by looking.
Tipping up one solid young woman’s chin, he smiled into her eyes. “Do not be afraid,” he said softly. She swayed as if she might faint. With a sigh, Rand spun on his heel. He did not look at the Aes Sedai as he passed them. “You will not channel around me,” he said firmly. “Let it go.” A brief look of speculation crossed Nesune’s face, but the other two serenely watched him take his seat. Rubbing his arm—Egwene had been there when he learned that tingle—he spoke in a harder tone. “I said you will not channel around me. Or even embrace saidar.”
A stretched-out moment, while Egwene prayed silently. What would he do if they held on to the Source? Try to cut them off? Cutting a woman off from saidar once she embraced it was far harder than shielding her beforehand. She was not certain even he could manage it with three women, and linked to boot. Worse, what would they do if he tried anything at all? The glow vanished, and she barely stopped a heavy sigh of relief. Whatever he had done made her invisible, but plainly it did not stop sound.
“Much better.” Rand’s smile took them all in, but it never reached his eyes. “Let us begin again from the beginning. You are honored guests, you only entered this very moment.”
They understood, of course. He had not been guessing. Coiren stiffened slightly, and the raven-haired woman’s eyes actually widened. Nesune merely nodded to herself, adding to her mental notes. Egwene hoped desperately that he would be careful. Nesune would not miss anything.
With a visible effort Coiren gathered herself, smoothing her dress and very nearly adjusting the shawl she was not wearing. “I have the honor,” she announced in ringing tones, “to be Coiren Saeldain Aes Sedai, Ambassador from the White Tower and emissary of Elaida do Avriny a’Roihan, the Watcher of the Seals, the Flame of Tar Valon, the Amyrlin Seat.” Somewhat less florid introductions, though with the full honorific Aes Sedai, named the other two; the hard-eyed woman was Galina Casban.
“I am Rand al’Thor.” The simplicity was a marked contrast. They had not mentioned the Dragon Reborn and neither had he, but somehow his leaving it out seemed to make the title whisper faintly in the room.
Coiren drew a deep breath, moved her head as if hearing that whisper. “We bring a gracious invitation to the Dragon Reborn. The Amyrlin Seat is fully cognizant that signs have been given and prophecies fulfilled, that . . . ” Those deep round tones took little time to reach the point, that Rand should accompany them, “in all honor as deserved,” to the White Tower, and that if he accepted this invitation, Elaida offered not only the protection of the Tower, but the full weight of its authority and influence behind him. Another goodly bit of flowery speech flowed before she finished with, “ . . . and in token of this, the Amyrlin Seat sends this trifling gift.”
She turned toward the chests, raising her hand, then hesitated with the faintest grimace. She had to gesture twice before the servants understood and lifted the brass-strapped lids; apparently she had planned to fling them open with saidar. Leather sacks filled the chests. At another, sharper, gesture, the serving women began untying them.
Egwene swallowed a gasp. No wonder those women had struggled! The opened sacks spilled gold coins of every size, sparkling rings and glittering necklaces and unset gems. Even if those below held dross, it was a fortune.
Leaning back in that thronelike chair, Rand looked at the chests with a near smile. The Aes Sedai studied him, faces masks of composure, yet Egwene thought she detected a hint of complacency in Coiren’s eyes, a faint increase of contempt on Galina’s full lips. Nesune . . . Nesune was the real danger.
Abruptly the lids snapped down without a hand touching them, and the serving women leaped back, not bothering to muffle their squeals. The Aes Sedai stiffened, and Egwene prayed as hard as she sweated.
Suddenly it occurred to her that so far he had shown nothing of that “humble as a mouse.” He had never intended to. The man had been toying with her! If she were not too frightened to be sure of her knees, she would go over and box his ears.
“A great deal of gold,” Rand said. He seemed relaxed, his smile taking in his whole face. “I can always find a use for gold.” Egwene blinked. He sounded almost greedy!
Coiren answered with a smile of her own, a definite picture of poised self-satisfaction now. “The Amyrlin Seat is, of course, most generous. When you reach the White Tower—”
“When I reach the Tower,” Rand cut in as though thinking aloud. “Yes, I look forward to the day I stand in the Tower.” He leaned forward, elbow on his knee and Dragon Scepter dangling. “It will take a little time, you understand. I have commitments to meet first, here, in Andor, elsewhere.”
Coiren’s mouth tightened for just an instant. Her voice remained as smooth and round as ever, though. “We surely have no objections to resting a few days before we begin the return journey to Tar Valon. In the meanwhile, may I suggest that one of us remain close at hand, to offer advice should you wish it? We have, of course, heard of Moiraine’s unfortunate demise. I cannot offer myself, but Nesune or Galina would be most willing.”
Rand studied the named pair with a frown, and Egwene held her breath. He seemed to be listening to something again, or listening for something. Nesune examined him in return as openly as he did her. Galina’s fingers stroked her skirts unconsciously.
“No,” he said at last, sitting back with his arms on the arms of the chair. He made it look even more a throne than before. “It might not be safe. I would not like one of you to take a spear through your ribs by accident.” Coiren opened her mouth, but he rode over her. “For your own safety, none of you should come closer to me than a mile without permission. Best if you stay that far from the Palace without permission, too. You will know when I’m ready to go with you. I promise that.” Abruptly he was on his feet. Atop the dais he stood tall enough that the Aes Sedai had to crane their necks, and it was plain none of them liked it any more than they liked his restrictions. Three faces carved in stone stared up at him. “I will let you go back to your resting now. The quicker I can see to certain things, the quicker I can go to the Tower. I will send word when I can see you again.”
They were not pleased at so sudden a dismissal, or likely at any dismissal—Aes Sedai were the ones who said when an audience was done—yet there was little they could do except make their minimal curtsies, disgruntlement nearly breaking through Aes Sedai calm.
As they turned to go, Rand spoke again, casually. “I forgot to ask. How is Alviarin?”
“She is well.” Galina’s mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes widening. She appeared startled to have spoken.
Coiren hesitated on the brink of using the opening to say more, but Rand stood impatiently, all but tapping his foot. When they were gone, he stepped down, hefting that spearhead and staring at the doors that had closed behind them.
Egwene wasted not a moment striding toward him. “What game are you playing at, Rand al’Thor?” She had taken half a dozen steps before a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrors made her realize she had walked right through his weave of saidin. At least she had not known when it touched her. “Well?”
“She’s one of Alviarin’s,” he said thoughtfully. “Galina. She is one of Alviarin’s friends. I’d bet on it.”
  Galina is a Red, or I never saw one.”
“Because she doesn’t like me?” He was looking at her now, and she almost wished he was not. “Because she’s afraid of me?” He was not grimacing or glaring, or even staring particularly hard, yet his eyes seemed to know things she did not. She hated that. His smile came so suddenly she blinked. “Egwene, do you expect me to believe you can tell a woman’s Ajah by her face?”
“No, but—”
“Anyway, even Reds might end following me. They know the Prophecies as well as anybody else. ‘The unstained tower breaks and bends knee to the forgotten sign’. Written before there was a White Tower, but what else could ‘the unstained tower’ be? And the forgotten sign?  The curse came more awkwardly than she could have wished; she was not accustomed to saying such things.  You can’t really be thinking of going with them. You can’t!”
He showed his teeth in amusement. Amusement! “Didn’t I do what you wanted? What you told me to do and what you wanted.”
Her lips compressed indignantly. Bad enough that he knew, but throwing it in her face was just rude. “Rand, please listen to me. Elaida—”
“The question now is how to get you back to the tents without them finding out you were here. I expect they have eyes-and-ears in the Palace.”
“Rand, you have to—!”
“How about riding in one of those big laundry baskets? I can have a couple of Maidens carry it.”
She very nearly threw up her hands. He was as eager to be rid of her as he had been of the Aes Sedai. “My own feet will do well enough, thank you.” A laundry basket, indeed!  She did not understand why asking should rasp so, yet it did. “I know you can’t teach me, but if you told me how, maybe I could work out how to do it with saidar.”
Instead of the joke at her expense she more than half-expected, he took the end of her shawl in both hands. “The Pattern,” he said. “Caemlyn,” one finger on his left hand tented the wool, “and Cairhien.” A finger on the other hand made a tent, and he brought the two tents together. “I bend the Pattern and bore a hole from one to the other. I don’t know what I bore through, but there’s no space between one end of the hole and the other.” He let the shawl drop. “Does that help?”
Chewing her lip, she frowned at the shawl sourly. It did not help at all. Just the thought of tearing a hole in the Pattern made her queasy. She had hoped it would be like something she had worked out concerning Tel’aran’rhiod. Not that she ever meant to use it, of course, but she had had all that time on her hands, and the Wise Ones kept grumbling about the Aes Sedai asking how to enter in the flesh. She thought the way would be to create—a similarity seemed the only way to describe it—a similarity between the real world and its reflection in the World of Dreams. That should make a place where it was possible to simply step from one to the other. If Rand’s method of travel had seemed even slightly the same, she would have been willing to try, but this . . . saidar did as you wanted as long as you remembered it was infinitely stronger than you and had to be guided gently; try to force the wrong thing, and you were dead or burned out before you could scream.
“Rand, are you sure there isn’t any sense of making things the same . . . or . . . ” She did not know how to put it, but in any case, he shook his head before she trailed off.
“That sounds like changing the weave of the Pattern. I think it would tear me apart if I so much as tried. I bore a hole.” He poked a finger at her to demonstrate.
Well, there was no point in pursuing that. She shifted her shawl irritably. “Rand, about those Sea Folk. I don’t know any more than I’ve read”—she did, but she still was not going to tell him—“but it must be something important to bring them this far to see you.”
“Light,” he muttered absently, “you jump around like a drop of water on a hot griddle. I’ll see them when I have time.” For a moment he rubbed at his forehead, and his eyes seemed to see nothing. With a blink he was seeing her again. “Do you intend to stay until they come back?” He really did want to be rid of her.
At the door she paused, but he was already stalking up the room, hands clasped behind his back, talking to himself. Softly, but she could make out some.  I know you’re there!”
Shivering, she let herself out. If he really was going mad already, there was no changing it. The Wheel weaved as the Wheel willed, and its weaving must be accepted.
Realizing that she was eyeing the servants passing up and down the hall, wondering which might be Aes Sedai agents, she made herself stop. The Wheel weaved as the Wheel willed. With a nod for Somara, she squared her shoulders and tried very hard not to scuttle on her way to the nearest servants’ entrance.
There was little talk as Arilyn’s best coach lurched away from the Sun Palace followed by the wagon that had borne the chests, burdened now only with the serving women and driver. Steepling her fingers in the coach, Nesune tapped them thoughtfully against her lips. A fascinating young man. A fascinating subject for study. Her foot touched one of the specimen boxes under the seat; she never went anywhere without proper specimen boxes. One would think that the world must have been catalogued long since, yet since leaving Tar Valon she had tucked away fifty plants, twice as many insects, and the skins and bones of a fox, three sorts of lark, and no fewer than five species of ground squirrel that she was sure were nowhere in the records.
“I did not realize you were friendly with Alviarin,” Coiren said after a time.
Galina sniffed. “It is not necessary to be friends to know she was well when we left.” Nesune wondered whether the woman knew that she pouted. Only the shape of her mouth perhaps, but one had to learn to live with one’s face. “Do you think he truly knew?” Galina went on. “That we had . . . it is impossible. He must have been guessing.”
Nesune’s ears perked, though she continued to tap her lips. That was clearly an effort to change the subject, and a sign that Galina was nervous besides. Silence had held as long as it did because no one wanted to mention al’Thor and there seemed no other topic possible. Why did Galina not want to speak of Alviarin? The two certainly were not friends; it was a rare Red who had a friend outside her Ajah. Nesune filed the question in its own mental cubbyhole.
“If he was guessing, he could make his fortune at the fairs.”   “However ridiculous it might seem, we must assume he can sense saidar in a woman.”
“That might be disastrous,” Galina muttered. “No. It cannot be. He must have guessed. Any man who can channel would assume we would embrace saidar.”
The woman’s pout irritated Nesune. This entire expedition irritated her. She would have been more than happy to join it if asked, but Jesse Bilal had not asked; Jesse had practically shoved her onto her horse physically. However it might be in other Ajahs, the head of the Browns’ council was not expected to behave so. Worst of all, though, Nesune’s companions were so focused on young al’Thor that they seemed to have gone blind to all else.
“Do you have any notions,” she mused aloud, “as to the sister who shared our interview?”
It might not have been a sister—three Aiel women seemed to turn up when she went into the Royal Library, and two could channel—but she wanted to see their reactions. She was not disappointed; or rather, she was. Coiren only sat up straight, but Galina stared. It was all Nesune could do not to sigh. They truly were blind. Only a few paces from a woman able to channel, and they had not sensed her because they could not see her.
“I don’t know how she was hidden,” Nesune went on, “but it will be interesting to discover.” It had to have been his work; they would have seen any weaving of saidar. They did not ask whether she was sure; they knew she always identified a guess.
“Confirmation that Moiraine is alive.” Galina settled back with a grim smile. “I suggest we set Beldeine to find her. Then we take her and bundle her into the basement. That takes her away from al’Thor, and we can carry her to Tar Valon along with him. I doubt he’ll even notice, so long as we let enough gold glitter under his nose.”
Coiren shook her head emphatically. “We have no more confirmation than we already had, not of Moiraine. It may be this mysterious Green. As far as finding whoever it is, I agree, but we must consider the rest carefully. I will not risk everything that has been so carefully planned. We must be aware that al’Thor is connected to this sister—whoever she may be—and that his plea for time may be only a strategy. Fortunately, we have time.” Galina nodded, however reluctantly; she would marry and settle on a farm before she risked their plans.
Nesune allowed herself a small sigh. Aside from pomposity, stating the obvious was Coiren’s only real fault. She did have a good mind, when she used it. And they did have time. Her foot touched one of the specimen boxes again. However events spun out, the paper she intended to write on al’Thor would be the culmination of her life.


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| Package | Description |
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| org.attoparser |
Main parser and handler artifacts: basic interfaces and implementations.
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| org.attoparser.discard |
Handlers for discarding markup.
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| org.attoparser.dom |
Handlers for creating DOM trees as a result of parsing.
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| org.attoparser.duplicate |
Handlers for duplicating events between more than one handler.
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| org.attoparser.minimize |
Handlers for minimizing (compacting) HTML markup.
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| org.attoparser.output |
Handlers for outputting markup as a result of parsing.
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| org.attoparser.prettyhtml |
Handlers for creating a pretty-HTML representation of parsing events.
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| org.attoparser.select |
Handlers for filtering a part or several parts of markup during parsing
in a fast and efficient way.
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| org.attoparser.simple |
Artifacts for parsing using a simplified version of the handler interfaces.
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| org.attoparser.trace |
Handlers for creating traces of parsing events (for testing/debugging).
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IMarkupParser
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Parsers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| ParseStatus
Class used for reporting the status of current parsing operations to handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| ParseStatus
Class used for reporting the status of current parsing operations to handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractChainedMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its event handlers
by delegating these events to another IMarkupHandler object passed during construction. |
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractChainedMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its event handlers
by delegating these events to another IMarkupHandler object passed during construction. |
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| ParseStatus
Class used for reporting the status of current parsing operations to handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Processing Instructions.
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| ITextHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| IXMLDeclarationHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about XML Declarations.
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| ParseException
General exception for parsing errors, thrown primarily by event handlers.
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| Class and Description |
|---|
| AbstractMarkupHandler
Base abstract implementation of
IMarkupHandler that implements all of its methods
as no-ops. |
| IAttributeSequenceHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about attribute sequences.
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| ICDATASectionHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about CDATA Sections.
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| ICommentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Comments.
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| IDocTypeHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about DOCTYPE clauses.
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| IDocumentHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about document start/end.
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| IElementHandler
Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about elements.
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| IMarkupHandler
Interface to be implemented by all Markup Handlers.
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| IProcessingInstructionHandler
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Interface to be implemented by all handlers capable of receiving events about Text events.
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| last_lifecycle_warnings {lifecycle} | R Documentation |
last_lifecycle_warnings()
returns a list of all warnings that
occurred during the last top-level R command, along with a
backtrace.
Use print(last_lifecycle_warnings(), simplify = level)
to control
the verbosity of the backtrace. The simplify
argument supports
one of "branch"
(the default), "collapse"
, and "none"
(in
increasing order of verbosity).
last_lifecycle_warnings()
# These examples are not run because `last_lifecycle_warnings()` does not # work well within knitr and pkgdown ## Not run: f <- function() invisible(g()) g <- function() list(h(), i()) h <- function() deprecate_warn("1.0.0", "this()") i <- function() deprecate_warn("1.0.0", "that()") f() # Print all the warnings that occurred during the last command: last_lifecycle_warnings() # By default, the backtraces are printed in their simplified form. # Use `simplify` to control the verbosity: print(last_lifecycle_warnings(), simplify = "none") ## End(Not run)


| DOSE: T+ 0:00 |
2 in |
oral |
Calamus |
(roots) |
| T+ 2:00 |
8 in |
oral |
Calamus |
(roots) |
[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated or tripping is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
After trying Calamus, I hallucinated puking for 6 hours.
No wait, that wasn't an hallucination--that was real.
Now for the details. At 9PM on a Thursday night I ate around 2 inches of the root. This was the first time I had ever tried Calamus.  Extremely bitter and pungent.
Around 10PM I went for a drive. Got home around 11PM. I felt somewhat relaxed, but in general could feel nothing else from the herb. I decided that if it was going to have a negative effect on me, it would have already done so. Therefore, going for what a website describes as the hallucinogenic dose, I proceeded to eat another 7 or 8 inches of the root. Because I simply could not eat this root by itself, I ate it with chocolate, which definitely made it more palatable.
By 2 AM I felt no effects. Got hungry and ate a hotdog with ketchup and mustard.
Around 2:30AM I started feeling queasy and laid down on the couch. Around 3AM I ran to the bathroom and puked up the hotdog.
I proceed to puke or dry heave every 15 to 20 minutes until 9:15AM. Needless to say, I wasn't sleeping b/c I had to puke so often. Eventually I was puking up green stuff, I guess my stomach lining or something. I felt as if a piece of my stomach came up and lodged in the back of my throat; it felt very uncomfortable and hot. I stuck my finger well down my throat to attempt to clear whatever it was, but this did not work. Now, around 24 hours later my throat still hurts and still feels like it has a knot in it, though this is starting to clear. My head has hurt off and on all day as well. All the puking also put a lot of strain on my back muscles, which are somewhat sore.
During the night as I lay in my bed between puking spells, I felt as if I wanted to die. I am not a very religious person but felt compelled several times to call out to God for help. Other times I compulsively moved my legs around and around under the covers.
I fell asleep for good at 9:15AM and slept until 1:15PM. Then I had to go into work. In spite of the sore throat, headache and sore muscles, I felt surprisingly relaxed all day, if somewhat bedraggled. So, in spite of all the puking the Calamus did have an effect.
However, I did not hallucinate, and the effect the calamus had was in no way worth what I went through to get it. If Hell exists, I can't imagine it would be much worse than the effects of eating 10 inches of Calamus root.
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid.


In addition to demonstrating gestures (Pen, Mouse and Touch) on a tile - Transformations, Tap to change colors, Press and Hold for restoring original form, this sample showcases Mouse Wheel Support. Using scroll on the mouse - one can translate the tile. Using Shift + Ctrl + scroll - one can Rotate the tile (Origin is the mouse pointer head). Using Ctrl + scroll - one can perform scale operations on the tile.
Press the Start button to start.


Notebook
Fortran 90 Notebook
COMPUTING-BLOG
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Table of Contents
This notes were possible by reading from several sources, but the book Introduction to Programming with Fortran 1 was specifically useful because its large set of examples and progressive definitions. My first approach to Fortran 90 relies on the manual Physique Numérique2 that I recommend to those people interested in an introduction to Computational Physics based in Fortran.
Terminology
Arrays
- explicit-shape array: declared with explicit values for the bounds in each dimension of the array. For this we can have automatic arrays, when the array is a local variable, and adjustable array when it is a dummy argument to a subprogram or procedure.
- assumed-shape array: it is a non-pointer(!) dummy argument array that takes its shape from the associated actual argument array (by actual I mean the array that is introduced or demanded by the main program when it is called the subprogram or procedure). It is interesting to combine this approach with the size() instrinc procedure that gives the actual size of an array. We then can obtain within the procedure the size of the array and use this integer value inside the subprogram. For example to allocate an intent(out) array with the correct dimensions.
- deferred-shape array: is an allocatable array (it has the ALLOCATABLE attribute and a specified rank but their bounds are set by allocation or argument association) or array pointer.
- automatic array: it is explicit-shape and local. It is usually in subprograms and the bounds are set when the subprogram is called
Examples
An example with a subprogram (a subroutine) with arguments x and n will be:
subroutine example(x , n)
implicit none
integer , intent(in) :: n
real , intent(in) , dimension(1:n) :: x
Here x is a dummy argument declared with specific bounds therefore it is a explicit-shape dummy array. However we could use an assumed-shape dummy array because in Fortran 90 and later versions the actual array size and the associated dummy arguments have the same rank and the same size in each dimension. In this situation a different approach will be:
program example_main
implicit none
integer :: n
real, allocatable, dimension(:) :: a
! The interface part is optional and not mandatory
! it is useful when we have external subprograms
! and we can help the compiler to a full consistence
! checking. It is recomended its use.
interface
subroutine example(x)
implicit none
integer :: m
real , intent(in), dimension(:) :: x
end subroutine example
end interface
! n can be read from a file for example
read *,n
allocate(x(1:n))
CALL example(x)
end example_main
subroutine example(x)
implicit none
integer :: n
real , intent(in) , dimension(:) :: x
n = size(x)
Procedures
They are very important for break the code in smaller problems, to don’t repeat code within a program, to allow a better testing strategy.
In general the procedures communicate with the main program or other procedure by the arguments, inside the procedure they are named dummy arguments.Because Fortran is an strongly type code, we have to define the type of each argument both in the main program and in the procedures and they have to be consistent (this is for instance ensured by the definition of an interface).
Inside the procedures, specifically in the subroutines, we have the possibility of define if the dummy argument is an input, an output or both, by the intent sentence in the type definition block at the beginning of the sentence. The internal local variables are simple not included in the list of arguments of the procedure and they are destroyed once the procedure end.
The interface block is mandatory in several cases:
1. A procedure with optional or keywords arguments
2. Function returning an array or a pointer
3. Procedure with assumed-shape dummy arguments
4. Procedure with dummy arguments with pointer or target attribute
5. Procedure generic (this allow overloading)
6. Procedure defining a user operator
7. Procedure with a user defined assignment
Functions
Subroutines
A very interesting case is when the subroutine is including a procedure as argument this means that we have to define an interface for the function that is consistent with the actual procedure argument
subroutine my_own(a, ext_sub, b, c, d)
implicit none
real, intent(in), dimension(:) :: a
real, intent(out), dimension(:) :: b
integer :: c,d
interface
subroutine ext_sub(a,b,c)
implicit none
real, intent(in), dimension(:) :: a
real, intent(out), dimension(:) :: b
integer, intent(inout) :: c
real :: parm1, parm2
end subroutine ext_sub
end interface
! now we have operations including call ext_sub(a,b,c) and using the arguments b and c
! ..
end subroutine my_own
In this situation we have to include information on a main program using this subroutine as
program main
implicit none
real :: parmx, parmy
integer :: i,j,k
real, allocatable, dimension(:) :: x,y,z
interface
subroutine my_own()
interface
subroutine ext_sub()
end subroutine ext_sub
end interface
end subroutine my_own
end interface
interface
subroutine ext_sub1()
end subroutine ext_sub1
end interface
interface
subroutine ext_sub2()
end subroutine ext_sub2()
end interface
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Scientific-computing Fortran


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Richard Russell Riordan Jr. is an American author. He is known for writing the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series, about a twelve-year-old Percy Jackson who discovers he is a son of Greek God Poseidon. His books have been translated into 42 languages and sold more than 30 million copies in the US. 20th Century Fox has adapted the first two books of his Percy Jackson series as part of a series of films. His books have spawned related media, such as graphic novels and short story collections.
a demigod, daughter of the Greek goddess Athena
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a Greek demigod, son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson
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a satyr and the Lord of the Wild
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a demigod, the daughter of Ares
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a Greek demigod, son of Hermes and May Castellan
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daughter of Zeus, sister of Jason Grace
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It stars Logan Lerman as Percy Jackson alongside an ensemble cast that includes Brandon T. Jackson, Alexandra Daddario, Jake Abel, Rosario Dawson, Steve Coogan, Uma Thurman, Catherine Keener, Joe Pantoliano, Kevin McKidd, Sean Bean, Dylan Neal and Pierce Brosnan. The movie was released to theaters on February 12, 2010 in the United States by 20th Century Fox.
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The film continues the adventures of Percy Jackson and his friends, as they search for the Golden Fleece at the Sea of Monsters. Brandon T. Jackson, Alexandra Daddario, and Jake Abel reprise their roles from the previous film, while Nathan Fillion and Anthony Head replace Dylan Neal and Pierce Brosnan. The film was released in North America on August 7, 2013. It received mixed critical reviews, with praise for the visuals, action sequences, and Lerman's performance, but criticized its script, unfaithfulness to its source material, and ending.
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The selectInputText component provides an inputText component enhanced with auto-complete functionality. As the user enters text into the component it provides a popup list of possible matching values that the user may select from. The component predicts a word or phrase that a user wants to type in without the user actually completely typing it in. The selectInputText component requires developers to implement the matching list search algorithm in their backing bean.
The selectInputText component can generate one of two types of lists:
1. A list of String data.
2. A list of arbitrarily complex child components.
The server call delay frequency can be configured using the "options" attribute. Please see the description of "options" attribute for detail.
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| TagExtraInfo Class | None |
| Body Content | JSP |
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| Name | Required | Request-time | Type | Description |
| accesskey | false | false | java.lang.String | Access key that, when pressed, transfers focus to this element. |
| action | false | false | java.lang.String | MethodBinding representing the application action to invoke when this component is activated by the user. The expression must evaluate to a either a String or a public method that takes no parameters, and returns a String (the logical outcome) which is passed to the NavigationHandler for this application. |
| actionListener | false | false | java.lang.String | MethodBinding representing an action listener method that will be notified when this component is activated by the user. The expression must evaluate to a public method that takes an ActionEvent parameter, with a return type of void. |
| alt | false | false | java.lang.String | Alternate textual description of the element rendered by this component. |
| autocomplete | false | false | java.lang.String | Passed through to root element. |
| binding | false | false | java.lang.String | The value binding expression linking this component to a property in a backing bean |
| converter | false | false | java.lang.String | Converter instance registered with this component. |
| converterMessage | false | false | java.lang.String | A ValueExpression enabled attribute that, if present, will be used as the text of the converter message, replacing any message that comes from the converter. |
| dir | false | false | java.lang.String | Direction indication for text that does not inherit directionality. Valid values are "LTR" (left-to-right) and "RTL" (right-to-left). |
| disabled | false | false | java.lang.String | Flag indicating that this element must never receive focus or be included in a subsequent submit. |
| effect | false | false | java.lang.String | The Javascript Effect |
| enabledOnUserRole | false | false | java.lang.String | If user is in given role, this component will be rendered normally. If not, the component will be in disabled state. |
| id | false | false | java.lang.String | The component identifier for this component. This value must be unique within the closest parent component that is a naming container. |
| immediate | false | false | java.lang.String | Flag indicating that this component's value must be converted and validated immediately (that is, during Apply Request Values phase), rather than waiting until Process Validations phase. |
| label | false | false | java.lang.String | A localized user presentable name for this component. |
| lang | false | false | java.lang.String | Code describing the language used in the generated markup for this component. |
| listValue | false | false | java.lang.String | The list of selectItem components. |
| listVar | false | false | java.lang.String | Name of a request-scope attribute under which the model data for the row selected by the current value of the "rowIndex" property (i.e. also the current value of the "rowData" property) will be exposed. |
| maxlength | false | false | java.lang.String | The maximum number of characters that may be entered in this field. |
| onblur | false | false | java.lang.String | Javascript code executed when this element loses focus. |
| onchange | false | false | java.lang.String | Javascript code executed when this element loses focus and its value has been modified since gaining focus. |
| onclick | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onclickeffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onclick event |
| ondblclick | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| ondblclickeffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on ondblclick event |
| onfocus | false | false | java.lang.String | Javascript code executed when this element receives focus. |
| onkeydown | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onkeydowneffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onkeydown event |
| onkeypress | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onkeypresseffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onkeypress event |
| onkeyup | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onkeyupeffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onkeyup event |
| onmousedown | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onmousedowneffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onmousedown event |
| onmousemove | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onmousemoveeffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onmousemove event |
| onmouseout | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onmouseouteffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onmouse event |
| onmouseover | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onmouseovereffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onmouseover event |
| onmouseup | false | false | java.lang.String | No Description |
| onmouseupeffect | false | false | java.lang.String | Effect invoked on onmouseup event |
| onselect | false | false | java.lang.String | Javascript code executed when text within this element is selected by the user. |
| options | false | false | java.lang.String | The value of this attribute will be passed to the "options" param of the Autocompleter.js. Which allows to set different options to the autoCompleter object. For example the server call delay frequency can be changed to 100 Milliseconds (e.g.) |
| partialSubmit | false | false | java.lang.String | Enable component to perform partial submit. Default value is false. |
| readonly | false | false | java.lang.String | Flag indicating that this component will prohibit changes by the user. The element may receive focus unless it has also been disabled. This attribute is valid for input types "text" and "password" only. It is non-functional for other input types like "radio" or "checkbox". |
| rendered | false | false | java.lang.String | Flag indicating whether or not this component should be rendered (during Render Response Phase), or processed on any subsequent form submit. |
| renderedOnUserRole | false | false | java.lang.String | If user is in given role, this component will be rendered normally. If not, nothing is rendered and the body of this tag will be skipped. |
| required | false | false | java.lang.String | Flag indicating that the user is required to provide a submitted value for this input component. |
| requiredMessage | false | false | java.lang.String | A ValueExpression enabled attribute that, if present, will be used as the text of the validation message for the "required" facility, if the "required" facility is used. |
| rows | false | false | java.lang.String | The number of rows to display, starting with the one identified by the "first" property. If this value is set to zero, all available rows in the underlying data model will be displayed. |
| size | false | false | java.lang.String | The number of characters used to determine the width of this field. |
| style | false | false | java.lang.String | CSS style(s) to be applied when this component is rendered. |
| styleClass | false | false | java.lang.String | Base name for the style classes. Deafult is iceSelInpTxt. if enabled
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| tabindex | false | false | java.lang.String | Position of this element in the tabbing order for the current document. This value must be an integer between 0 and 32767. |
| textChangeListener | false | false | java.lang.String | MethodBinding behaving similarly to valueChangeListener. The target bean method will receive an argument of type com.icesoft.faces.component.selectinputtext.TextChangeEvent, which is a subclass of ValueChangeEvent. The new value in the event is the submittedValue of the SelectInputText component. The purpose of textChangeListener is to notify when the user has manually typed in text into the SelectInputText component, as opposed to selecting a list entry. This way, the application can refine the selection list, from the entered text. The MethodBinding is invoked in the APPLY_REQUEST_VALUES phase, much like RowSelector's selectionListener, allowing for the bean method to call FacesContext.getCurrentInstance().renderResponse(), and keep validation from happenning, on partially inputted text which would be known to fail validation. |
| title | false | false | java.lang.String | Advisory title information about markup elements generated for this component. |
| validator | false | false | java.lang.String | MethodBinding representing a validator method that will be called during Process Validations to perform correctness checks on the value of this component. The expression must evaluate to a public method that takes FacesContext, UIComponent, and Object parameters, with a return type of void. |
| validatorMessage | false | false | java.lang.String | A ValueExpression enabled attribute that, if present, will be used as the text of the validator message, replacing any message that comes from the validator. |
| value | false | false | java.lang.String | The current value of this component. All UIInput derived UIComponents, that are placed within a UIData container, such as a dataTable or panelSeries, should have their value attribute bound to a bean property via a ValueBinding/ValueExpression, since otherwise the UIData container will not keep their successfully validated state, which can cause the component to fail to function properly. |
| valueChangeListener | false | false | java.lang.String | MethodBinding representing a value change listener method that will be notified when a new value has been set for this input component. The expression must evaluate to a public method that takes a ValueChangeEvent parameter, with a return type of void. |
| visible | false | false | java.lang.String | Set the visibility of this component. When false CSS style is set to display:none |
| width | false | false | java.lang.String | Sets the width of both, inputText and associated drop down list. |
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Cockapoos
A short guide
Introduction
Cockapoos were developed by crossing Cocker Spaniels with Poodles and were first bred in the United States during the fifties. They are one of the oldest hybrid dog breeds or "designer" dogs around and since they first appeared on the scene, Cockapoos have found a massive fan base not only in the UK, but throughout the world too and for good reason. Cockapoos are loyal, energetic, affectionate and fun-loving dogs that make wonderful family pets and companions.
Appearance
Because Cockapoos are a cross-breed, they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes with some dogs leaning towards the Cocker Spaniel whereas other inherit more Poodle traits whether it’s their physical traits or their temperaments. Some dogs may have the curly coat of a Poodle and others could have much straighter and longer hair because they inherited more of a Spaniel's coat, so it really does depend on the luck of the draw as to how a puppy Cockapoo turns out.


'12-0 victory' - How Newcastle United fans see tonight's game with Aston Villa
Aston Villa v Newcastle | The Magpies make the long trip to the Midlands to face Villa, looking to continue their positive start under Steve Bruce
by Ben Husband, https://www.birminghammail.co.uk/authors/ben-husband/Newcastle United fans have been having their say ahead of the pivotal looking clash with Aston Villa tonight.
The Magpies make the trip to B6 in good form - winning the last two before the international break.
Villa meanwhile lost three on the spin before the 15 day break, with defeat at Wolves labelled as one of the worst under Dean Smith.
Newcastle come into the game in 13th place, with 15 points from their opening dozen games, four points ahead of Villa.
With a tricky looking run of fixtures for Smith's side on the horizon, Villa will be desperate to earn three points in front of the Sky Sports cameras.
It will also be Steve Bruce's Villa Park return, the Newcastle United boss hasn't been in a dugout on B6 since his unceremonious sacking from the club in 2018.
Ahead of the game, we've taken a look on social media and on fan forums, to get a taste of how the away end are feeling:
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Transfers, injuries, match-days and managers, we’ve got you covered.
We’ll be bringing the very latest on the Villains throughout the week and around the clock.
Make sure you keep yourself updated with our handy daily catch up...
Must reads...
- Dean Smith fires Aston Villa transfer warning to Man United
- The injury update Aston Villa fans have been waiting for
- Aston Villa boss issues blunt Steve Bruce warning
- Club make decision on Villa target ahead of January
For all your latest AVFC news, opinion, analysis and transfer gossip, click here
You can follow our Villa reporter Ashley Preece on Twitter, and his email address is<EMAIL_ADDRESS>Ben 10: They were poor against Wolves, we've won our last 2 so should really be beating them. Nailed on home win
Southerner: I'm going for the front three making up for their profligacy all at once with a 12-0 victory. Up to 6th in the table and dreams of Europe!
@JBDT: Villa are poor without Grealish, let’s hope he’s still out of action when we meet at Villa Park
@ToonHeed77: I've often looked at Aston Villa like a Boro in terms of size and stature, yet because they won trophies in the 1890s they're big. I truly believe if we get a result on Monday they're away where they belong again at the end of the season
Ewerk: 2-1 away victory and Steve Bruce to be handed the freedom of the city.
@NUFC3000: I reckon we’ll do villa.
@LewisWill33: they're one of those teams that are tough to beat. I reckon we'll either win 3-2 or it'll be a boring 1-0 to them
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Cosmo Qiu
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Distributed Location-based Crawler System -- PokemonGo Map(based on mocking data)
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: Cross-platform snipppet/note manager based on GitHub Gist
Pokémon Go Map
: Distributed crawler system for PokemonGo map (POC)
HeroCards
: Character Playing Card Maker
GitHub-Ranking-FrontEnd
: Activity ranking for GitHub organization members (Web App)
GitHub-Ranking-Crawler
: Activity ranking for GitHub organization members (Crawler)
Note it!
: Android app for idea collection
OCRize
: Android app for image to text recognition based on OCR(Optical character recognition)
Geek Profile
: Geek profile maker based on Markdown and GitHub Page
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: Customized theme for Hexo Blog Engine
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: Awesome bootstrap scripts for Ubuntu/Vim/vscode/Git/shell
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: File explorer implemented in NW.js and Electron
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Private discussion of the Alpha. Karl posts updates here.
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- Evidyon TESTING PARTY!!! Friday April 3rd 5-7 pm EST
by Karl G. » Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:16 am
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- Wand of Starlight
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- Crashing my Computer
by Creepngdeath » Thu Apr 02, 2009 10:19 am
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Fri Apr 03, 2009 5:57 pm
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- Help me plan for Beta!
by Karl G. » Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:06 pm
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- [Latest! April 1] - Evidyon 2.10 *party edition*
by Karl G. » Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:49 pm
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Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:58 am
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- Private Noobcake reporting in..
by Anacian » Thu Apr 02, 2009 10:44 am
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Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:16 am
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- Little Help Please
by Rag » Wed Apr 01, 2009 6:38 pm
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Wed Apr 01, 2009 7:01 pm
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- [LATEST - March 22] Version 2.9.0
by Karl G. » Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:26 pm
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Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:30 pm
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- 2.10 - coming soon to an intertube near you
by Karl G. » Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:13 pm
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Wed Apr 01, 2009 9:01 am
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- When is the server comming up?
by marzuku » Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:13 am
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Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:13 am
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- new update
by deathstalker » Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:51 am
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Mon Mar 30, 2009 5:17 pm
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- Movie Contest!
by marzuku » Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:49 am
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Mon Mar 30, 2009 12:39 pm
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- servers
by lordoflotd » Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:46 pm
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Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:34 pm
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- Picture thread!
by marzuku » Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:48 am
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Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:01 pm
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- server
by deathstalker » Fri Mar 27, 2009 12:54 pm
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Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:37 pm
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- failed to initialize
by ascent » Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:23 pm
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Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:58 pm
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- Finding the BSOD bug
by ubern00ber » Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:20 am
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Wed Mar 25, 2009 11:23 am
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- Cant logg inn at school
by marzuku » Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:40 am
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Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:47 am
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- Mini-update: Fixed buff spells
by Karl G. » Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:17 am
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Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:04 am
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- Question ++
by Axel » Wed Mar 18, 2009 9:51 am
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:42 am
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- Cant logg inn:(
by marzuku » Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:53 am
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 6:41 am
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- need more
by deathstalker » Sun Mar 22, 2009 6:19 pm
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 6:19 pm
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- Item properties?
by marzuku » Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:46 am
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:46 am
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- Server down AGaiN?
by marzuku » Wed Mar 18, 2009 12:51 pm
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Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:38 pm
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- OK Folks I'm back!
by Karl G. » Fri Mar 13, 2009 2:00 pm
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Fri Mar 20, 2009 9:11 am
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--- layout: post title: Small Aion PHP API Fix date: 2010-01-15 20:59:06.000000000 -06:00 categories: - Projects tags: - aion - projects status: publish type: post published: true meta: _edit_last: '1' author: login: Blake email<EMAIL_ADDRESS>display_name: Blake first_name: Blake last_name: Harley ---
There was a small error in the example file that was posted on the website and in the download.
I uploaded a new zip file, but the API itself hasn't changed any.