Sometimes we use exceptions to manage the flow of our scripts. I imagine that the use of exceptions must have a performance lack. Because of that I will perform a small benchmark to test the performance of one simple script throwing exceptions and without them. Let’s start:
First a silly script to find even numbers (please don’t use it it’s only for the benchmanrk :) )
error_reporting(-1);
$time = microtime(TRUE);
$mem = memory_get_usage();
$even = $odd = array();
foreach (range(1, 100000) as $i) {
try {
if ($i % 2 == 0) {
throw new Exception("even number");
} else {
$odd[] = $i;
}
} catch (Exception $e) {
$even[] = $i;
}
}
echo "odds: " . count($odd) . ", evens " . count($even);
print_r(array('memory' => (memory_get_usage() - $mem) / (1024 * 1024), 'microtime' => microtime(TRUE) - $time));
And now the same script without exceptions.
error_reporting(-1);
$time = microtime(TRUE);
$mem = memory_get_usage();
$even = $odd = array();
foreach (range(1, 100000) as $i) {
if ($i % 2 == 0) {
$even[] = $i;
} else {
$odd[] = $i;
}
}
echo "odd: " . count($odd) . ", evens " . count($even);
print_r(array('memory' => (memory_get_usage() - $mem) / (1024 * 1024), 'microtime' => microtime(TRUE) - $time));
The outcomes: with exceptions memory: 10.420181274414 microtime: 1.1479668617249 0.19249302864075 (without xdebug)
without exceptions memory: 10.418941497803 microtime: 0.14752888679505 0.1234929561615
As we can see the use of memory is almost the same and ten times faster without exceptions.
I have done this test using a VM box with 512MB of memory and PHP 5.3. Now we are going to do the same test with a similar host. The same configuration but PHP 5.4 instead of 5.3
PHP 5.4: with exceptions memory: 7.367259979248 microtime: 0.1864490332
without exceptions memory: 7.3669052124023 microtime: 0.089046955108643
I’m really impressed with the outcomes. The use of memory here with PHP 5.4 is much better now and the execution time better too (ten times faster).
According to the outcomes my conclusion is that the use of exceptions in the flow of our scripts is not as bad as I supposed. OK in this example the use of exceptions is not a good idea, but in another complex script exceptions are really useful. We also must take into account the tests are iterations over 100000 to maximize the differences. So I will keep on using exceptions. This kind of micro-optimization not seems to be really useful. What do you think?


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The Board Support Package for Mini51DE Series MCU
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Mini51 series system clock definition file. More...
Go to the source code of this file.
Macros | |
| #define | __XTAL12M (12000000UL) |
| #define | __XTAL32K (32768UL) |
| #define | __IRC22M (22118400UL) |
| #define | __IRC10K (10000UL) |
| #define | __XTAL __XTAL12M |
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| uint32_t | CyclesPerUs |
Mini51 series system clock definition file.
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Definition at line 34 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
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Definition at line 32 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
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Definition at line 31 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
| #define __XTAL __XTAL12M |
Definition at line 33 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
| #define __XTAL12M (12000000UL) |
Definition at line 29 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
| #define __XTAL32K (32768UL) |
Definition at line 30 of file system_Mini51Series.h.
| void SystemCoreClockUpdate | ( | void | ) |
Updates the SystemCoreClock with current core Clock retrieved from CPU registers.
Update SystemCoreClock variable
| None |
Updates the SystemCoreClock with current core Clock retrieved from CPU registers.
| None. |
| None. |
Definition at line 31 of file system_Mini51Series.c.
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extern |
Cycles per micro second
Definition at line 21 of file system_Mini51Series.c.
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extern |
System Clock Frequency (Core Clock)
Definition at line 20 of file system_Mini51Series.c.


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- Static Link gives vision around your target hero as well.
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Pretty much the only thing that can stop Static Link is the enemy moving out of the break radius.
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At a high level, there are a few key parts to ESLint:
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- this is the heart of the ESLint CLI. It takes an array of arguments and then uses eslint
to execute the commands. By keeping this as a separate utility, it allows others to effectively call ESLint from within another Node.js program as if it were done on the command line. The main call is cli.execute()
. This is also the part that does all the file reading, directory traversing, input, and output.lib/eslint.js
- this is the core eslint
object that does code verifying based on configuration options. This file does not file I/O and does not interact with the console
at all. For other Node.js programs that have JavaScript text to verify, they would be able to use this interface directly.cli
objectThe cli
object is the API for the command line interface. Literally, the bin/eslint.js
file simply passes arguments to the cli
object and then calls process.exit()
with the returned exit code.
The main method is cli.execute()
, which accepts an array of strings that represent the command line options (as if process.argv
were passed without the first two arguments). If you want to run ESLint from inside of another program and have it act like the CLI, then cli
is the object to use.
This object's responsibilities include:
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and accepts two arguments: the source text to verify and a configuration object (the baked configuration of the given configuration file plus command line options). The method first parses the given text with Esprima and retrieves the AST. The AST is produced with both line/column and range locations which are useful for reporting location of issues and retrieving the source text related to an AST node, respectively.
Once the AST is available, estraverse
is used to traverse the AST from top to bottom. At each node, the eslint
object emits an event that has the same name as the node type (i.e., "Identifier", "WithStatement", etc.). On the way back up the subtree, an event is emitted with the AST type name and suffixed with ":after", such as "Identifier:after" - this allows rules to take action both on the way down and on the way up in the traversal. Each event is emitted with the appropriate AST node available.
This object's responsibilities include:
process.exit()
directlyconsole.log()
or any other similar methodIndividual rules are the most specialized part of the ESLint architecture. Rules can do very little, they are simply a set of instructions executed against an AST that is provided. They do get some context information passed in, but the primary responsibility of a rule is to inspect the AST and report warnings.
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Hollywood Praises Alexander Vindman During Impeachment Hearing: 'Bravo' 'Beautiful Heroic'
A bevy of left-wing Hollywood figures showered praise on Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman during his testimony on Tuesday during the House Intelligence Committee’s partisan impeachment inquiry into President Donald Trump.
by Jerome Hudson“I have never been more proud to be an American. Bravo, Lieutenant Colonel Vindman!” horror author film producer Stephen King said.
“It is amazing and appalling that Republicans are going after veteran military officers,” said former Netflix talk show host and White Privilege star Chelsea Handler. “How many people have to come forward for Republicans to stop defending the man who pretended he had bone spurs in favor of all the men and women who actually serve our country every day?”
Indeed, during the hearing, Lt. Col. Vindman said President Trump was “well within his right” to ask Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky, during a now-infamous July 25 telephone call, to use his country’s resources to investigate former Vice President Joe Biden and his son, Hunter, as it regards to potential corruption.
The Democrat-led impeachment hearing hinges on the party’s argument that President Trump pressured President Zelensky into launching a probe into Biden and leveraging hundreds of millions in foreign aid in the process.
On Tuesday, Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman testified that he couldn’t recall Ukrainian government officials saying they felt pressure from the Trump administration. to investigate the Bidens.
Despite his contradictions, the Hollywood left saw an unwavering star witness in Lt. Col. Vindman. Check out their reactions to Tuesday impeachment hearings below.
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The pains of planning
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The first steps were taken almost a year in advance, contacting the Embassy and making sure I could intern there throughout the summer, just in case
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The next step was going to be making sure I didn't have to live on the street. And lets just say, that wasn't easy either. Apparently finding a room
to rent in Paris is not only extremely expensive and unsafe, but also so-many-documents-complicated. So I couldn't technically legally rent a room.
After months and months of fruitless efforts and panic tears I finally came across a nice lady leaving her apartment to go on holiday with her family.
And so I ended up securing a nice, two bedroom apartment in a safe neighbourhood. In Paris terms, an absolute score!
But... how to pay the rent when you're a student? Part-time work, of course. And lots of it. After running around a clothing store for 40 hours a week
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| Game |
| Result | Moves |
Year | Event/Locale | Opening |
| 1. M Brooks vs D Kumaran |
| 1-0 | 44 | 1990 | New York Open | B17 Caro-Kann, Steinitz Variation |
| 2. D Kumaran vs Kamsky |
| ½-½ | 40 | 1990 | New York Open | E21 Nimzo-Indian, Three Knights |
| 3. Bisguier vs D Kumaran |
| 0-1 | 40 | 1990 | New York Open | E54 Nimzo-Indian, 4.e3, Gligoric System |
| 4. D Kumaran vs N Murshed |
| 0-1 | 35 | 1990 | Lloyds Bank | D20 Queen's Gambit Accepted |
| 5. Igor Ivanov vs D Kumaran |
| 0-1 | 30 | 1991 | 15th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | A31 English, Symmetrical, Benoni Formation |
| 6. D Kumaran vs Gulko |
| 0-1 | 46 | 1991 | Vienna op | E21 Nimzo-Indian, Three Knights |
| 7. D Kumaran vs Waitzkin |
| 1-0 | 73 | 1992 | Oakham | A57 Benko Gambit |
| 8. D Kumaran vs Shirov |
| 0-1 | 37 | 1992 | Oakham YM | E92 King's Indian |
| 9. Hebden vs D Kumaran |
| ½-½ | 60 | 1992 | BCF-ch | E54 Nimzo-Indian, 4.e3, Gligoric System |
| 10. Sadler vs D Kumaran |
| ½-½ | 92 | 1993 | Dublin Zonal | A57 Benko Gambit |
| 11. D Kumaran vs Miles |
| 1-0 | 15 | 1993 | Dublin Zonal | D02 Queen's Pawn Game |
| 12. Speelman vs D Kumaran |
| 1-0 | 46 | 1993 | Dublin Zonal | E54 Nimzo-Indian, 4.e3, Gligoric System |
| 13. D Kumaran vs Pavasovic |
| ½-½ | 27 | 1993 | Wch U18 | D31 Queen's Gambit Declined |
| 14. D Kumaran vs Hebden |
| ½-½ | 60 | 1993 | BCF-ch | E92 King's Indian |
| 15. K Murugan vs D Kumaran |
| 0-1 | 32 | 1993 | BCF-ch | A15 English |
| 16. J Howell vs D Kumaran |
| 1-0 | 32 | 1993 | 17th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | E54 Nimzo-Indian, 4.e3, Gligoric System |
| 17. D Kumaran vs M Houska |
| 1-0 | 23 | 1993 | 17th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | A80 Dutch |
| 18. D Kumaran vs Hebden |
| 1-0 | 46 | 1993 | 17th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | E97 King's Indian |
| 19. D Kumaran vs Kharlov |
| 0-1 | 21 | 1993 | 3rd Principe de Asturias rapid | D20 Queen's Gambit Accepted |
| 20. D Kumaran vs Salov |
| 1-0 | 30 | 1993 | 3rd Principe de Asturias rapid | E32 Nimzo-Indian, Classical |
| 21. Smirin vs D Kumaran |
| 1-0 | 28 | 1993 | 3rd Principe de Asturias rapid | B17 Caro-Kann, Steinitz Variation |
| 22. M Basman vs D Kumaran |
| 0-1 | 23 | 1994 | 18th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | A00 Uncommon Opening |
| 23. D Kumaran vs Psakhis |
| ½-½ | 30 | 1994 | 18th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | E32 Nimzo-Indian, Classical |
| 24. D Kumaran vs Miles |
| 0-1 | 33 | 1994 | 18th Lloyds Bank Masters Open | E73 King's Indian |
| 25. D Kumaran vs I Miladinovic |
| 1-0 | 65 | 1994 | Wch U20 | D07 Queen's Gambit Declined, Chigorin Defense |


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The ifelse
function is the way to do vectorised if then else in R. One of the first cool things I learned to do in R a few years back, I got from Norman Matloff’s The Art of R Programming. When you have more than one if then statements, you just nest multiple ifelse
functions before you reach the else.
set.seed(0310)
x <- runif(1000, 1, 20)
y <- runif(1000, 1, 20)
the_old_way <-
ifelse(x < 5 & y < 5, 'A',
ifelse(x < 5 & y < 15, 'B',
ifelse(x < 5, 'C',
ifelse(x < 15 & y < 5, 'D',
ifelse(x < 15 & y < 15, 'E',
ifelse(y < 5, 'F',
ifelse(y < 15, 'G',
'H')))))))
Although this is very functional and fast, it is not exactly pretty. Matters worsen as the variable names get longer and as the logical expressions get more complicated. During the last session of Friday-afternoon-playground at work, I decided to have a go at cleaning this up a bit and having a look at the lazyeval
package along the way. To fully get my mind around the lazy evaluation philosophy, I will need to revisit the vignette a few times. But the wrapper turned out as I intended.
The idea is simple. Get your if then statements in the function i
, get your else value in the function e
, and stitch those together in ie
.
i <- function(if_stat, then) {
if_stat <- lazyeval::expr_text(if_stat)
then <- lazyeval::expr_text(then)
sprintf("ifelse(%s, %s, ", if_stat, then)
}
i(x < 5 & y < 5, z)
## [1] "ifelse(x < 5 & y < 5, z, "
So i
takes the logical expression and the value to return when TRUE
. It spits out a string that is the incomplete part of an ifelse
function. Next we define the e
function that returns the final value if all logical statements in the if-statements are evaluated as FALSE
.
e <- function(else_ret) {
else_ret <- lazyeval::expr_text(else_ret)
else_ret
}
And finally we stitch them together. You enter as many i
functions as you like, but only one e
function of course.
ie <- function(...) {
args <- list(...)
for (i in 1:(length(args) - 1) ) {
if (substr(args[[i]], 1, 6) != "ifelse") {
stop("All but the last argument, need to be i functions.", call. = FALSE)
}
}
if (substr(args[[length(args)]], 1, 6) == "ifelse"){
stop("Last argument needs to be an e function.", call. = FALSE)
}
args$final <- paste(rep(')', length(args) - 1), collapse = '')
eval_string <- do.call('paste', args)
eval(parse(text = eval_string))
}
And there we are. Using the power of the nested ifelse
, but without the messy code. A whole lot easier to write, read, and debug.
the_new_way <-
ie(
i(x < 5 & y < 5, 'A'),
i(x < 5 & y < 15, 'B'),
i(x < 5, 'C'),
i(x < 15 & y < 5, 'D'),
i(x < 15 & y < 15, 'E'),
i(y < 5, 'F'),
i(y < 15, 'G'),
e('H')
)
all.equal(the_old_way, the_new_way)
## [1] TRUE
These functions can be found in the R package on my github, that accompanies this blog. You can easily install it by running devtools::install_github("edwinth/thatssorandom")
. Enjoy!


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Cautiously Sammael stepped onto flowery silk carpets, leaving the gateway open in case he needed to retreat and holding hard to saidin. Usually he refused meetings except on neutral ground, or his own, but this was the second time he had come here. A matter of necessity. He had never been a trusting man, and was less so since hearing bits of what had passed between Demandred and the three women, and Graendal certainly had told him only enough to support some gain she saw for herself. He quite understood; he had plans of his own the other Chosen knew nothing about. There would only be one Nae’blis, and that was a prize worth as much as immortality itself.
He stood on a deep dais, marble-railed at one end, where tables and chairs of gilded work and carved ivory, some quite disgusting in their details, were arranged to command the rest of the long, columned hall, ten feet below. No stairs led down there; it was a huge, extravagant pit in which to present entertainment. Sunlight sparkled through tall windows where colored glass made elaborate patterns. None of the sun’s blistering heat penetrated; the air was cool, though he felt it only remotely. Graendal had no more need than he to make such an effort, but of course she would. The wonder was that she had not extended the net to the entire palace.
There was something different in the lower part of the chamber since his last visit, but he could not see what. Three long wading pools ran down the center of the hall, each with a fountain—sleek forms, motion frozen in stone—that sent water almost to the carved marble ribs of the arched ceiling overhead. Men and women sported in the pools wearing scraps of silk or less, while others garbed in little more performed along the sides, acrobats and jugglers, dancers in varied styles and musicians playing flutes and horns, drums and all sorts of stringed instruments. Of every size, every shade of skin and hair and eyes, each was more physically perfect than the last. It was all meant to amuse whoever stood on the dais. It was idiocy. A waste of time and energy. Typical of Graendal.
The dais had been empty except for himself when he stepped onto it, but with saidin filling him, he smelled Graendal’s sweet perfume, like an air from a garden of flowers, and heard her slippers whispering on the carpets well before she spoke behind him. “Are my pets not beautiful?”
She joined him at the railing, smiling at the display below. Her thin blue Domani gown clung and more than hinted. As usual she had a ring with different stones on every finger, four or five gem-encrusted bracelets on each wrist, and a wide collar of huge sapphires snugged around the gown’s high neck. He did not know about such things, but he suspected hours had gone into arranging those sun-gold curls touching her shoulders, and the moondrops seemingly scattered through them; there was something about their casualness that hinted at precision.
Sammael sometimes wondered about her. He had never met her until he chose to abandon a losing cause and follow the Great Lord, but everyone knew of her, famous and honored, a dedicated ascetic, treating those with disturbed minds Healing could not touch. At that first meeting, when she accepted his initial pledges to the Great Lord, every trace of the abstemious benefactor was gone, as if she had deliberately become the opposite of everything she had been before.  And that in turn almost hid her own thirst for power, very seldom exercised openly. Graendal had always been very good at hiding things in plain sight. He thought he knew her better than any of the other Chosen did—she had accompanied him to Shayol Ghul to make his obeisance—but even he did not know all the layers of her. She had as many shades as a jegal had scales, slipping from one to another as quickly as lightning. She had been the mistress then, he the acolyte, for all his accomplishments as a general. That situation had changed.
None of the waders or performers looked up, but with her appearance they became more energetic, more graceful if that was possible, attempting to display themselves to best advantage; they existed to please her. Graendal made sure of that.
She gestured to four acrobats, a dark-haired man supporting three slim women, coppery skins oiled and gleaming. “They are my favorites, I think. Ramsid is the Domani king’s brother. The woman standing on his shoulders is Ramsid’s wife; the other two are the king’s youngest sister and eldest daughter. Don’t you find it remarkable what can be learned with the proper encouragement? Consider all the talents going to waste.” That was one of her favorite concepts. A place for everyone and everyone in their place, chosen for them according to their talents and the needs of society. Which needs always seemed to center on her own desires. The whole thing bored Sammael; had her precepts been applied to him, he would still stand where he was.
The male acrobat turned slowly to give them a good view; he held a woman straight-armed to either side while they hung by one hand from the grip of the one on his shoulders. Graendal had already moved on, to a very dark-skinned man and woman with curly hair, both of great beauty. A slender pair played oddly elongated harps, with chimes that resonated to the plucked strings in crystalline echoes. “My newest acquisitions, from the lands beyond the Aiel Waste. They should thank me for rescuing them. Chiape was Sh’boan, a sort of empress, newly widowed, and Shaofan was to marry her and become Sh’botay. For seven years she would have ruled absolutely, then died. Whereupon he would have chosen a new Sh’boan and ruled absolutely until his death in seven years. They have followed that cycle for nearly three thousand years without a break.”  “Shaofan and Chiape insist the deaths are natural. The Will of the Pattern, they call it. To them everything is the Will of the Pattern.”
Sammael kept his eyes on the people below. Graendal prattled like a fool, but only a true fool took her for one. What she seemed to let slip among her babbling was often planted as carefully as a conje needle. The key was picking out why, and what she meant to gain. Why would she suddenly have snatched pets from so far away? She seldom went out of her way. Was she trying to divert him toward the lands beyond the Waste by making him think she had an interest there? The battlefield was here. The Great Lord’s first touch when he broke free would land here. The rest of the world would be whipped by the fringes of storms, even racked by storms, but those storms would generate here.
“Since so much of the Domani king’s family met with your approval,” he said dryly, “I am surprised no more did.” If she wanted to divert him, she would find a way to slide it in again. She never thought anyone knew her tricks well enough to see through them.
A lithe dark-haired woman, not young but with the sort of pale beauty and elegance that would last all her life, appeared at his elbow cradling a crystal goblet of dark wine punch in both hands. He took it, though he had no intention of drinking; beginners watched for a major assault till their eyes burned, and let a lone assassin walk up behind them. Alliances, however temporary, were all very well, but the fewer of the Chosen who remained on the Day of Return, the greater the chance among the survivors to be named Nae’blis. The Great Lord had always encouraged such . . . competition; only the fittest were worthy to serve. At times Sammael behaved that the one chosen to rule the world forever would be the last of the Chosen left standing.
The woman turned back to a muscular young man who held a golden tray with another goblet and a tall matching pitcher. Both wore diaphanous white robes, and neither gave so much as the flicker of an eye to the gateway, opening into his apartments in Illian. When she served Graendal, the woman’s face was a portrait of worship. There was never any trouble about speaking in front of her servants and pets, though they would not number a single Friend of the Dark among them. She distrusted Friends of the Dark, claiming they were too easily swayed, but the level of Compulsion used on those who served her personally left little room for anything beyond adoration.
“I almost expect to see the king himself here serving wine,” he continued.
“You know I choose only the most exquisite. Alsalam is not up to my standard.” Graendal took the wine from the woman with barely a glance, and not for the first time Sammael wondered whether the pets were another screen, like the chattering. A little prodding might shake something loose.
“Sooner or later you will slip, Graendal.  What will you do if someone descends on this palace with an army to rescue a husband or a sister? An arrow may not be a shocklance, yet it can still kill you.”
 Plainly, as long as you did not know her. “Oh, Sammael, why would I let them see anything but what I want them to? I certainly do not send my pets to serve them. Alsalam’s supporters and his opponents, even the Dragonsworn, leave here thinking I support them and only them. And they do not want to disturb an invalid.” His skin tingled slightly as she channeled, and for an instant her image changed. Her skin became coppery but dull, her hair and eyes dark but flat; she appeared gaunt and frail, a once-beautiful Domani woman slowly losing a battle against illness. He barely stopped his lip from curling. One touch would prove the angular contours of that face were not hers—only the most subtle use of Illusion could pass that test—but Graendal seemed wedded to flamboyance. The next moment she was herself again, wearing a wry smile. “You would not believe how they all trust and listen to me.”
It never ceased to amaze him that she chose to remain here in a palace well known across Arad Doman, with civil war and anarchy all around her. Of course, he did not think she had let any others of the Chosen know where she had established herself. That she trusted him with the knowledge made him wary. She liked her comforts, and never wanted to expend much effort to keep them, yet this palace was in sight of the Mountains of Mist, and considerable work was necessary to keep the turmoil away from her, to keep anyone from asking where the former owner had gone, along with his family and servants. Sammael would not be surprised if every Domani who visited here left believing that this land had been handed down in her family since the Breaking. She used Compulsion so often like a hammer that one might forget that she could wield the weaker forms of it with great delicacy, twisting a mind’s path so subtly that even the closest examination might miss every trace of her. In fact, she might have been the best at that who ever lived.
He let the gateway vanish but held on to saidin; those tricks did not work on someone wrapped in the Source. And in truth, he enjoyed the struggle for survival, though it was unconscious now; only the strongest deserved to survive, and he proved his own fitness to himself every day in that battle. There was no way she could know he still grasped saidin, but she smiled briefly into her goblet as if she did. He liked people pretending to know things almost as little as he liked them knowing things he did not. “What do you have to tell me?” he said, more roughly than he intended.
“About Lews Therin? You never seem interested in anything else. Now, he would be a pet. I would make him the centerpiece of every display. Not that he is handsome enough, normally, but who he is makes up for that.” Smiling into her goblet again, she added in a murmur that would have been inaudible without saidin in him, “And I do like them tall.”
It was an effort not to stand up as straight as he could. He was not short, but it rankled that his height did not match his ability. Lews Therin had been a head taller than he; so was al’Thor. There was always an assumption that the taller man was the better. It took another effort not to touch the scar that slanted across his face from hairline to square-cut beard. Lews Therin had given him that; he kept it for a reminder. He suspected she had misunderstood his question on purpose, to bait him. “Lews Therin is long dead,” he said harshly. “Rand al’Thor is a jumped-up farmboy, a choss-hauler who has been lucky.”
Graendal blinked at him as if surprised. “Do you really think so? There has to be more than luck behind him. Luck could not have carried him so far, so fast.”
Sammael had not come to talk about al’Thor, yet ice formed at the base of his spine. Thoughts he had forced himself to dismiss came oozing back. Al’Thor was not Lews Therin, but al’Thor was Lews Therin’s soul reborn, as Lews Therin himself had been the rebirth of that soul. Sammael was neither philosopher nor theologian, yet Ishamael had been both, and he claimed to have divined secrets hidden in that fact. Ishamael had died mad, true, but even when he was still sane, back when it seemed they surely would drive Lews Therin Telamon to defeat, he claimed this struggle had gone on since the Creation, an endless war between the Great Lord and the Creator using human surrogates. More, he avowed that the Great Lord would almost as soon have turned Lews Therin to the Shadow as have broken free. Maybe Ishamael had been a little mad then, too, but there had been efforts to turn Lews Therin. And Ishamael said that it had happened in the past, the Creator’s champion made a creature of the Shadow and raised up as the Shadow’s champion.
There were unsettling implications in those claims, ramifications Sammael did not want to consider, but the thing that shoved itself to the front of his mind was the possibility that the Great Lord might really want to make al’Thor Nae’blis. It could not happen in a vacuum. Al’Thor would need help. Help—that could explain his supposed luck so far. “Have you learned where al’Thor is hiding Asmodean? Or anything of Lanfear’s whereabouts? Or Moghedien’s?” Of course, Moghedien always hid herself; the Spider was forever popping up just when you were sure she was finally dead.
“You know as much as I do,” Graendal said blithely, pausing for a sip from her goblet. “Myself, I think Lews Therin killed them. Oh, don’t grimace at me. Al’Thor, since you insist.” The thought did not seem to disturb her, but then, she would never find herself in open conflict with al’Thor. That had never been her way. If al’Thor ever discovered her, she simply would abandon everything and re-establish herself elsewhere—or else surrender before he could strike a blow, then begin convincing him that she was indispensable. “There are rumors out of Cairhien about Lanfear dying at Lews Therin’s hands the same day he killed Rahvin.”
“Rumors! Lanfear has been aiding al’Thor since the beginning, if you ask me. I would have had his head in the Stone of Tear except that someone sent Myrddraal and Trollocs to save him! That was Lanfear; I am certain. I’m done with her.  And why would he kill Asmodean? I would if I could find him, but he has gone over to al’Thor. He’s teaching him!”
“Always some excuse for your failures,” she whispered into her punch, again too softly for him to have heard without saidin. In a louder voice, she said, “Choose your own explanations, if you wish. You may even be right. All I know is that Lews Therin seems to be removing us from the game one by one.”
Sammael’s hand trembled with anger, nearly slopping punch from his goblet before he could still it. Rand al’Thor was not Lews Therin. He himself had outlived the great Lews Therin Telamon, handing out praise for victories he could not have won himself and expecting others to lap it up. His only regret was that the man had not left a grave for him to spit on.
Waving ringed fingers in time to a snatch of music from below, Graendal spoke absently, as though her real attention was on the tune. “So many of us have died confronting him. Aginor and Balthamel. Ishamael, Be’lal and Rahvin. And Lanfear and Asmodean, whatever you believe. Possibly Moghedien; she might be creeping about in the shadows waiting until the rest of us have fallen—she’s foolish enough. I do hope you have somewhere prepared to run. There doesn’t seem to be any doubt that he is going after you next. Soon, I would say.  The price you pay if you must be seen to wield power as well as wield it.”
He did have lines of retreat prepared, as it happened—that was only prudent—but hearing in her voice the certainty of his need infuriated him. “And if I destroy al’Thor then, it will violate none of the Great Lord’s command.” He did not understand, but there was no requirement to understand the Great Lord, only to obey. “As far as you’ve told it to me. If you have held back . . . ”
Graendal’s eyes hardened to blue ice. She might avoid confrontation, but she did not like threats. The next instant she was all inane smiles again. As changeable as the weather in M’jinn. “What Demandred told me that the Great Lord told him, I have passed on to you, Sammael. Every word.  Practically nothing.”
“I have told you what I know.” She sighed irritably. Perhaps she was telling the truth. She seemed to regret not knowing herself. Perhaps. With her, anything and everything could be show.  We used to plot against one another almost as hard as we fought Lews Therin, yet we were winning before he caught us all gathered at Shayol Ghul.” She shuddered, and for a moment her face looked haggard. Sammael did not want to remember that day either, or what came after, a dreamless sleep while the world changed past recognition and all he had wrought vanished. “Now we have awakened in a world where we should stand so far above ordinary mortals as to be another species—and we are dying. For a moment forget who will be Nae’blis. Al’Thor—if you must call him by that name—al’Thor was as helpless as a babe when we woke.”
“Ishamael did not find him so,” he said—of course, Ishamael had been mad then—but she continued as if he had not spoken.
“We behave as if this is the world we knew, when nothing is what we knew. We die one by one, and al’Thor grows stronger. Lands and people gather behind him.  Immortality is mine.  Before the words were well out of his mouth he would have swallowed them if he could.
Disbelief and scorn twisted Graendal’s face. “I serve the Great Lord and obey, Sammael.”
“As do I. As well as any.”
“So good of you to deign to kneel to our Master.”  “All I say is that Lews Therin is as dangerous now as he ever was in our own time. Frightened? Yes, I am frightened. I intend to live forever, not meet Rahvin’s fate!”
“Tsag!” The obscenity at least made her blink and truly look at him. “Al’Thor—al’Thor, Graendal!  A primitive lout who probably still believes that nine-tenths of what you and I take for granted is impossible! Al’Thor makes a few lords bow and thinks he has conquered a nation. He hasn’t the will to close his fist and truly conquer them. Only the Aiel—Bajad drovja! Who would have thought they could change so?”—he had to get a grip on himself; he never cursed like this; it was a weakness—“only they truly follow him, and not all of them. He hangs by a thread, and he will fall, one way or another.”
“Will he? What if he is . . . ?” She stopped, raising her goblet so rapidly that punch spilled onto her wrist, and gulped until the goblet was almost empty. The elegant serving woman came scurrying with the crystal pitcher. Graendal thrust out the goblet to be refilled and went on breathlessly. “How many of us will die before it is done? We must stand together as we never have before.”
That was not what she had started to say. He ignored the ice that gripped his spine once more. Al’Thor would not be chosen Nae’blis. He would not! So she wanted them to stand together, did she? “Then link with me. The pair of us linked would be more than a match for al’Thor. Let that be the beginning of our new standing together.” His scar tightened as he smiled at the sudden blankness on her face. The link had to come from her, but with only the two of them, she would have to give him control and trust him to choose when to end it. “So. It seems we will go on as before.” There had never been any question of it, really; trust was no part of any of them. “What more do you have to tell me?” That was the reason he had come here, not to listen to her rattle on about Rand al’Thor. Al’Thor would be dealt with. Directly or indirectly.
She stared at him, gathering herself, eyes glittering with enmity. Finally she said, “Little enough.” She would not forget that he had seen her lose control. None of her anger came out in her voice; her tone was smooth, even offhand. “Semirhage missed the last gathering; I don’t know why, and I do not think Mesaana or Demandred does either. Mesaana in particular was annoyed, though she tried to hide it. She thinks Lews Therin soon will be in our hands, but then she has said the same every time.  Demandred warns you to be careful.”
“So Demandred knows you and I meet,” he said flatly. Why had he ever expected to receive more than driblets from her?
“Of course he does.  I am trying to bring us together, Sammael, before it is too—”
He cut in sharply. “You deliver a message to Demandred from me. Tell him I know what he is up to.” Events to the south had Demandred’s mark all over them. Demandred had always liked using proxies. “Tell him to be careful. I won’t have him or his friends interfering in my plans.” Perhaps he could direct al’Thor’s attention there; that would likely put an end to him. If other means did not work. “So long as they steer clear of me, his lackeys can carve out what he wants, but they will steer clear or he will answer for it.” There had been a long struggle after the Bore was opened into the Great Lord’s prison, many years before enough strength was gathered to move openly. This time, when the final seal was shattered, he would present the Great Lord with nations ready to follow. If they did not know who they followed, what did that matter? He would not fail, as Be’lal and Rahvin had. The Great Lord would see who served him best. “You tell him!”
“If you wish it,” she said, grimacing reluctantly.  Changeable. “All these threats weary me. Come. Listen to the music and calm yourself.” He started to tell her he had no interest in music, as she knew very well, but she turned to the marble railing. “There they are. Listen.”
The very dark man and woman had come to the foot of the dais with their peculiar harps. Sammael supposed the chimes added something to their playing; what, he could not say. They beamed reverently up at Graendal when they saw her watching. Despite her own advice to listen, Graendal went on talking. “A peculiar place they come from.  No one with the markings is allowed to marry anyone without; any child of such a union is killed.
So she had come back to it after all. She truly must think he was simple. He decided to plant a small barb of his own. “Do they bind themselves like criminals?”
A look of puzzlement flashed across her face and was hastily suppressed. Plainly she had not reasoned it out; there was no reason she should. Few people in their time had ever committed one violent crime, let alone more. Before the Bore, at least. She did not admit her ignorance, of course. There were times when it was best to hide lack of knowledge, but Graendal often carried the practice to a fault. That was why he had mentioned it; he knew it would dig at her, and serve her right for the useless shreds she doled out.
“No,” she said as if she had understood. “The Ayyad, as they call themselves, live in their own small towns, avoiding everyone else, and supposedly never channel without permission or orders from the Sh’botay or Sh’boan. In fact, they are the real power, and the reason the Sh’botay and Sh’boan only rule seven years.” Rich laughter bubbled up in her for a moment. She herself had always believed in being the power behind the power. “Yes, a fascinating land. Too far from the center to be of any use for many years, of course.” She made a slight, dismissive gesture, fluttering beringed fingers. “There will be plenty of time to see what can be made of it after the Day of Return.”
Yes, she definitely wanted him to think she had some interest there. If she really had, she never would have mentioned the place. He set his untouched goblet on the tray the muscular fellow had ready before his hand finished moving. Graendal did train her servants well. “I am sure their music is fascinating,” if you cared for that sort of thing, “but I have preparations to see to.”
Graendal laid a hand on his arm. “Careful preparations, I trust? The Great Lord will not be pleased if you disturb his plans.”
Sammael’s mouth tightened. “I have done everything short of surrendering to convince al’Thor I am no threat to him, but the man seems obsessed with me.”
“You could abandon Illian, start again elsewhere.”
“No!” He had never run from Lews Therin, and he would not run from this provincial buffoon. The Great Lord could not mean to put one like that above the Chosen. Above him! “You have told me all of the Great Lord’s command?”
“I dislike repeating myself, Sammael.” Her voice held a touch of exasperation, her eyes a hint of anger. “If you did not believe me the first time, you will not now.”
He stared at her a moment longer, then nodded brusquely. Very probably she had told the truth there; a lie touching the Great Lord could rebound with deadly force. “I see no reason to meet again until you have something to tell me besides whether Semirhage was there or not.” His brief frown at the harpists should be enough to convince her she had succeeded in her misdirection; he turned his gaze into a disapproving sweep across the people splashing in the pools, the acrobats and the rest, so it would not seem obvious. All this wasted effort, all this display of flesh, really did disgust him. “Next time you can come to Illian.”
She shrugged as though it did not matter, but her lips moved slightly, and his saidin-enhanced hearing plucked “If you are still there” from the air.
Icily Sammael opened a gateway back to Illian. The muscular young man failed to move quickly enough; he did not have time to scream before he was sliced in two down the middle, him and the tray and the crystal pitcher. The edge of a gateway made a razor seem blunt. Graendal pursed her lips peevishly at the loss of one of her pets.
“If you want to help us stay alive,” Sammael told her, “find out how Demandred and the others mean to carry out the Great Lord’s instructions.” He stepped through the gateway, never taking his eyes from her face.
Graendal maintained her vexed expression until the gateway closed behind Sammael, then allowed herself to tap her fingernails on the marble railing. With his golden hair Sammael might have been handsome enough to stand among her pets, if he would let Semirhage remove the burned furrow that slanted across his face; she was the only one remaining with the skill to do what would once have been a simple matter. It was an idle thought.
Shaofan and Chiape played their strange atonal music, full of complex harmonies and odd dissonances, quite beautifully; their faces shone with joy that they might be pleasing her. She nodded, and could almost feel their delight. They were much happier now than they would have been left to themselves. So much effort to procure them, and solely for this few minutes with Sammael. Of course, she could have taken less trouble—anyone at all from their lands would have done as well—but she had her standards even when preparing a momentary subterfuge. Long ago she had chosen to seek every pleasure, to deny herself none that did not threaten her standing with the Great Lord.
Her eyes fell on the offal staining her carpet, and her nose twitched irritably. The weaving might be salvaged, but it annoyed her that she would have to remove the blood herself. She gave quick orders, and Osana ran to oversee having the carpet removed. And Rashan’s remains disposed of.
  He was deadly enough when he had something to fight directly, something he could see clearly, but he might as well be blind when it came to subtleties. Very likely he believed her ruse was intended to mask what she and the others were up to. One thing he would never consider was that she knew every twitch of his mind, every twist of his thoughts. After all, she had spent nearly four hundred years studying the workings of minds far more convoluted than his. Transparent, he was. However much he tried to hide it, he was frantic. He was trapped in a box of his own devising, a box he would defend to the death rather than abandon, a box in which he very probably would die.
She sipped her wine, and her forehead furrowed slightly. Possibly she had already achieved her end with him, though she had expected it to take four or five visits. She would have to find reason to call on him in Illian; it was best to observe the patient even after it appeared the desired path had been taken.
Whether the boy was a simple farm lad or Lews Therin himself truly come back—she could not make up her mind on that—he had proven himself far too dangerous. She served the Great Lord of the Dark, but she did not mean to die, not even for the Great Lord. She would live forever. Of course, one did not go against even the slightest of the Great Lord’s wishes unless one wished to spend an eternity dying and another eternity wishing for the lesser agony of that long death. Still, Rand al’Thor had to be removed, but it would be Sammael who earned the blame. If he realized that he had been aimed at Rand al’Thor like a dornat set to hunt, she would be very much surprised. No, not a man to recognize subtleties.
Far from stupid, though. It would be interesting to discover how he had found out about the binding. She herself would never have learned had Mesaana not made a rare slip while venting her anger on an absent Semirhage; her fury had been strong enough that she did not realize how much she had revealed. How long had Mesaana been tucked away inside the White Tower? The mere fact that she was opened interesting avenues. If there were some way to discover where Demandred and Semirhage had placed themselves, it might be possible to work out what they intended to do. They had not trusted her with that. Oh, no. Those three had worked together since before the War of Power. On the surface, at least. She was sure they had plotted against one another as assiduously as any of the Chosen, but whether Mesaana undercut Semirhage or Semirhage Demandred, she had never yet found a crack between them into which a wedge could be driven.
A scuff of boots announced an arrival, but not men to replace the carpet and remove Rashan. Ebram was a tall, well-made young Domani in tight red breeches and a flowing white shirt; he could have fit into her collection of pets if he had been more than a merchant’s son. His eyes were intent on her as he knelt, dark and shining. “The Lord Ituralde has come, Great Mistress.”
Graendal set the goblet atop a table that at first glance seemed to be inlaid with ivory dancers. “Then he shall speak with the Lady Basene.”
Ebram rose smoothly and offered an arm for the frail Domani woman he now saw. He knew who lay behind the weaving of Illusion, but even so the reverence on his face faded slightly; she knew it was Graendal, not Basene, whom he worshiped. At the moment she did not care. Sammael was at the very least pointed at Rand al’Thor, and perhaps launched. As for Demandred and Semirhage and Mesaana . . . only she herself knew that she had made her own journey to Shayol Ghul and down to the lake of fire. Only she knew that the Great Lord had all but promised to name her Nae’blis, a promise sure to be fulfilled with al’Thor out of the way. She would be the most obedient of the Great Lord’s servants. She would sow chaos till the harvest made Demandred’s lungs explode.
Semirhage let the iron-bound door close behind her. One of the glowbulbs, salvaged from the Great Lord alone knew where, flickered fitfully, but they still gave better light than the candles and oil lamps she had to accept in this time. Aside from the light, the place had the intimidating look of a prison, rough stone walls and a bare floor with a small crude wooden table in one corner. Not her notion; she would have had it all spotless white and gleaming cueran, sleek and sterile. This place had been prepared before she knew the need. A pale-haired silk-clad woman hung spread-eagled from nothing in the middle of the room, glaring at her defiantly. An Aes Sedai. Semirhage hated Aes Sedai.
“Who are you?” the patient demanded. “A Darkfriend? A Black sister?”
Ignoring the noise, Semirhage quickly checked the buffer between the woman and saidar. If it failed, she could mask the wretch again with no trouble—it was a measure of the woman’s weakness that she could afford to leave the knotted buffer unwatched—but taking care was second nature to her, taking each step in its exact turn. Now for the woman’s clothing. Someone in garments felt safer than someone without. Delicately she wielded Fire and Wind, slicing away dress and shift and every scrap right down to the patient’s shoes. Drawing everything out in front of the woman in one compressed bundle, she channeled again, Fire and Earth, and fine dust rained down onto the stone floor.
The woman’s blue eyes bulged. Semirhage doubted she could duplicate those simple feats even if she had been able to follow them.
“Who are you?” This time there was an edge to the demand. Fear perhaps. It was always good if that began early.
Precisely Semirhage located the centers in the woman’s brain that received messages of pain from the body, and just as meticulously began to stimulate them with Spirit and Fire. Only a little at first, building slowly. Too much at once could kill in moments, yet it was remarkable how far the system could be taken if fed in finely increasing increments. Working on something you could not see was a difficult task, even this close, but she was as knowledgeable about the human body as anyone had ever been.
The spread-eagled patient shook her head as if she could shake off the pain, then realized she could not and fixed Semirhage with a stare. Semirhage merely watched, and maintained the net. Even in something as hurried as this must be, she could afford a little patience.
  She had been known, famed, whisked to every corner of the world for her ability to mend any injury, to bring people back from the brink when everyone else said there was nothing more to be done. And a delegation from the Hall of the Servants had offered her a choice that was no choice: to be bound never to know her pleasures again, and with that binding be able to see the end of life approach; or else to be severed, and cast out as Aes Sedai. They had expected her to accept binding; that was the rational, proper thing to do, and they were rational, proper men and women. They never expected her to flee. She had been one of the first to go to Shayol Ghul.
Fat beads of sweat popped out on the patient’s pale face. Her jaw knotted, and her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. Now and then she gave a small grunt. Patience. Soon, now.
It had been jealousy, the jealousy of those who could not do what she could.  And the others? There were always those who deserved to suffer. What matter that she enjoyed giving them their deserts? The Hall and its hypocritical whining about legalities and rights. She had deserved the right to do as she did; she had earned the right.  And in jealousy and spite the Hall had tried to pull her down!
Well, some of them had fallen into her hands during the war. Given time she could break the strongest man, the proudest woman, mold them exactly as she wanted them to be. The process might be slower than Compulsion, but it was infinitely more enjoyable, and she did not think even Graendal could undo what she did. Compulsion could be unraveled. But her patients . . . on their knees they had begged to give their souls to the Shadow, and had served obediently until they died. Each time Demandred had been full of what a coup it was, another Counselor of the Hall publicly proclaiming allegiance to the Great Lord, but for her the best part had been the way their faces went pale, even years later, when they saw her, the way they hurried to assure her that they remained faithful to what she had made of them.
The first sob ripped out of the woman hanging in the air and was stifled. Semirhage waited impassively. Haste might be necessary here, but too much haste could spoil everything. More sobbing erupted, overwhelming the patient’s efforts to subdue it, growing louder, louder, until it swelled to a howl. Semirhage waited. The woman shone with a greasy slick of sweat; her head flung from side to side, flailing her hair, and she jerked helplessly in her unseen tethers, convulsive flutters. Full-throated, ear-shattering shrieks lasted until breath was exhausted and began again as soon as lungs could be filled. Those wide bulging blue eyes saw nothing; they seemed to be glazing. Now it began.
Semirhage cut off her streams of saidar abruptly, but minutes passed before the screams subsided into panting. “What is your name?” she asked gently. The question did not matter as long as it was one the woman would answer. It could have been “Do you still defy me?”—it was often pleasant to keep on with that one until they pleaded to prove they no longer did—but she needed to make every question count this time.
Involuntary shudders ran through the hanging woman. Giving Semirhage a wary, slitted gaze, she licked her lips, coughed, and finally muttered hoarsely, “Cabriana Mecandes.”
Semirhage smiled. “It is good to tell me the truth.” There were pain centers in the brain, and pleasure centers. She stimulated one of the latter, just for a few moments but hard, as she moved closer. The jolt widened Cabriana’s eyes as far as they would go; she gasped and shook. Plucking a handkerchief from her sleeve, Semirhage lifted the woman’s wondering face and tenderly dabbed away sweat. “I know this is very hard on you, Cabriana,” she said warmly. “You must try not to make it more difficult.” With a soft touch she smoothed damp hair away from the woman’s face. “Would you like something to drink?” Not waiting for an answer, she channeled; a battered metal flask floated from the small table in the corner to her hand. The Aes Sedai never took her eyes from Semirhage, but she drank thirstily. After a few swallows, Semirhage took the flask away and returned it to the table. “Yes, that’s better, isn’t it? Remember, try not to make it difficult for yourself.” As she turned away, the woman spoke again, in a rasping voice.
“I spit in the milk of your mother, Darkfriend! Do you hear me? I . . . ”
Semirhage stopped listening. Any other time there would have been a spreading glow of pleasure that the patient’s defiance had not been crushed yet. The purest exhilaration came from shaving away defiance and dignity in minute slices, watching the patient finally realize that they were going and struggle vainly to cling to what remained. No time for that now. Carefully she once more set the web on the pain centers of Cabriana’s brain and knotted it. Normally she liked to be in personal control, but some haste was necessary. Triggering the net, she channeled to extinguish the lights and left, closing the door behind her. Darkness would work its part, too. Alone, in the dark, with the pain.
Despite herself Semirhage made a vexed sound. There was no finesse in this. She did not like having to hurry. And to be called away from her charge; the girl was willful and obdurate, the circumstances difficult.
The corridor came close to matching the chamber for bleakness, a broad shadowy shaft through stone, with crossing passageways that she had no desire to explore nearly lost in the murk. Only two other doors were in sight, one leading to her present quarters. They were comfortable enough rooms if she had to be here, but she made no move toward them. Shaidar Haran stood in front of that door, black-clad and wreathed in dimness like smoke, so still that it was almost a shock when it spoke, a sound of bone dust being ground.
“What have you learned?”
The summons to Shayol Ghul had resulted in a warning from the Great Lord.  WHEN YOU DISOBEY SHAIDAR HARAN . . . however much the warning nettled, there had been no need for more. “Her name. Cabriana Mecandes. I could hardly learn more so quickly.”
It flowed across the hallway in that eye-wrenching way, ebon cloak hanging in denial of motion. One moment it was a statue ten paces away, the next it loomed over her so she had the choice of backing away or craning her neck to look up at that dead-white, eyeless face. Backing away was out of the question. “You will drain her completely, Semirhage. You will squeeze her dry, without delay, and tell me every scrap that you learn.”
“I promised the Great Lord that I would,” she told it coldly.
Bloodless lips twisted in a smile. That was its only reply. Turning sharply, it strode away through patches of shadow—and abruptly was gone.
Semirhage wished she knew how Myrddraal did that. It had nothing to do with the Power, but on the edges of shadow, where light was becoming dark, a Myrddraal could suddenly be elsewhere, in another shadow far away. Long ago Aginor had tested over a hundred of them to destruction in a vain effort to learn how it was done. The Myrddraal themselves did not know; she herself had proved that.
Abruptly she realized that her hands were pressed hard against her stomach, which seemed a ball of ice. It had been many years since she had felt fear anywhere except facing the Great Lord in the Pit of Doom. The frozen lump began to melt as she moved to the other prison door. Later she would analyze the emotion dispassionately; Shaidar Haran might be different from any other Myrddraal she had ever seen, but it was still a Myrddraal.
Her second patient, hanging like the first in midair, was a blocky, square-faced man in a green coat and breeches suitable for fading into a forest. A full half of the glowbulbs here shimmered on the edge of failure—that any had survived so long was a miracle—but Cabriana’s Warder was unimportant, really. What was needed, for whatever purpose, rested in the Aes Sedai’s mind, yet the Myrddraal apparently had been told to capture an Aes Sedai, and in their minds for some reason Aes Sedai and Warders seemed inseparable. As well they had, though. She had not before had an opportunity to break one of these storied fighters.
His dark eyes tried to bore holes through her head as she removed his clothing and boots and destroyed them as she had Cabriana’s. He was hairy, a mass of large hard muscles and scars. He never flinched. He said nothing. His defiance was different from the woman’s. Hers was bold, flung in your face, his a quiet refusal to bend. He might be harder to crack than his mistress. Normally he would have been much the more interesting.
Pausing, Semirhage studied him.  As if he already fought pain. Of course. That peculiar bond between Aes Sedai and Warder. Strange that these primitives should have come up with something that none of the Chosen understood, yet it was so. From the little she knew, this fellow quite possibly felt at least some of what the other patient was undergoing. Another time that would present interesting possibilities. Now, it only meant that he thought he knew what he was facing.
“Your owner does not take very good care of you,” she said. “If she was more than a savage, there would be no need for you to be marred with all those scars.” His expression changed only slightly. To a tinge of contempt. “So.”
This time she set the net on the pleasure centers and began the slowly increasing stimulation. He was intelligent. He frowned, shook his head, then his eyes narrowed, fixed on her like chips of dark ice. He knew he should not be feeling that rising bliss, and though he could not see her net, he knew it had to be her work, so he set himself to fight it. Semirhage almost smiled. No doubt he thought pleasure easier to fight than pain. On rare occasions she had broken patients with no more than this. It gave her little enjoyment, and afterward they could not think coherently, simply wanting more of the ecstasy that bloomed in their heads, but it was quick, and they would do absolutely anything for more. That lack of coherence was why she had not used it on the other patient; she needed answers there. This fellow would learn the difference soon enough.
Difference. She put a finger to her lips in thought. Why was Shaidar Haran different from every other Myrddraal? She did not like discovering an oddity just when everything seemed to be going in their favor, and a Myrddraal set above the Chosen, even occasionally, was more than a mere oddity. Al’Thor was blinded, his attention all on Sammael, and Graendal was letting Sammael know enough to keep him from ruining everything with his pride. Of course, Graendal and Sammael were certainly scheming for advantage, together or separately. Sammael was a hot sofar with warped steering planes, and Graendal not much easier to predict. They had never learned that power came only from the Great Lord, handed out as he chose, for his own reasons. At his whims; she could think that in the safety of her head.
More troubling were the Chosen who had vanished. Demandred insisted they must be dead, but she and Mesaana were not so sure. Lanfear. If there was any justice, time would give her Lanfear. The woman was always there when least expected, always behaving as if she had the right to dabble her fingers in others’ plans, always flitting to safety if her dabbling brought ruin. Moghedien. She skulked out of sight, but she had never gone so long before without making herself known, just to remind the rest of them that she, too, was Chosen. Asmodean. A traitor, and so doomed, but he really had vanished, and Shaidar Haran’s existence and her own orders here combined to remind her that the Great Lord worked in his own ways toward his own goals.
The Chosen were no more than pieces on the board; they might be Counselors and Spires, but they were still pieces. If the Great Lord moved her here secretly, might he not be moving Moghedien or Lanfear, or even Asmodean? Might Shaidar Haran not be sent to deliver covert commands to Graendal or Sammael? Or for that matter, to Demandred or Mesaana? Their uneasy alliance—if it could be called by so strong a name—had lasted a long time, but neither would tell her if they received secret orders from the Great Lord, any more than she would ever let them learn of the orders that had brought her here, or those that had had her send Myrddraal and Trollocs to the Stone of Tear to battle those sent by Sammael.
If the Great Lord meant to make al’Thor Nae’blis, she herself would kneel to him—and wait for a slip to deliver him into her hands. Immortality meant infinite time to wait. There would always be other patients to amuse her in the meantime. What troubled her was Shaidar Haran. She had never been more than an indifferent tcheran player, but Shaidar Haran was a new piece on the board, one of unknown strength and purpose. And one daring way to capture your opponent’s High Counselor and turn it to your side was to sacrifice your Spires in a false attack. She would kneel if need be, for as long as need be, but she would not be sacrificed.
An odd feel to the net pulled her out of her thoughts. She took one look at the patient and clicked her tongue in exasperation.  Inattention and she had let the stimulation grow too fast, too far. With an irritation that never touched her face, she stopped channeling. There was no point trying to stimulate the brain of a corpse.
A sudden thought occurred to her. If the Warder could feel what the Aes Sedai felt, was the reverse true? Eyeing the scars that decorated the man’s body, she was sure it was impossible; even these simple fools would have altered the bond if it meant sharing the feel of that. Still, she abandoned the cadaver and stepped across the corridor with some haste.
Screams heard before she opened the iron-bound door onto darkness brought a deep breath of relief. Killing the woman before draining her of everything she knew would probably have meant remaining here until another Aes Sedai was captured. At the least.
There were barely intelligible words among the throat-shredding howls, words that seemed to have all the force of the patient’s soul behind them. “Pleeeeaaaase! Oh Light PLEEEEAAAASE!”
Semirhage smiled faintly. There was a little fun in this after all.


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Father of £85million Manchester United target SPOTTED at Carrington as transfer talk hots up
by Magnus EriksenThe father of Red Bull Salzburg striker Erling Haaland has reportedly been spotted at Manchester United’s Carrington training ground.
The Norway international has been in sensational form at the start of this season and attracted strong interest from the Red Devils and other big clubs in recent times.
MORE: Jose Mourinho ignored warning about signing ‘big baby’ for Manchester United
It remains to be seen if Man Utd can see off competition for Haaland’s signature, but it sounds like there may have been a hint that they’re in a strong position.
According to David Ornstein on The Athletic, he’s heard from a source inside the club that the 19-year-old’s father was spotted visiting Carrington recently.
If true, this would be a hugely exciting development for United, who could do with strengthening up front in the upcoming January transfer window.
Haaland could surely be an upgrade on the inconsistent Marcus Rashford, or at the very least provide Ole Gunnar Solskjaer with more depth in that area of the pitch.
If his father’s been visiting the club, there really must be something to the recent transfer rumours.


Boxing: Anthony Joshua predicts ‘iconic’ night in December rematch with Ruiz Jr
by FSA EditorAnthony Joshua is promising a fight “people will tell their grandchildren about” when he goes up against Andy Ruiz Jr on December 7.
Anthony Joshua has promised an “incredible night” of boxing on December 7 after arriving in Saudi Arabia ahead of his rematch against Andy Ruiz Jr.
Heavyweight Joshua is aiming to reclaim the IBF, WBA and WBO titles after suffering a shock loss – the first of his professional career – at the hands of replacement opponent Ruiz back in June.
Having dropped his rival earlier in the round, the Briton was sensationally floored in the third. He was also knocked down twice in the seventh, leading to the contest being stopped.
After their first bout was staged at the iconic Madison Square Garden, the duo will meet again in Riyadh, with the determined challenger predicting an unforgettable fight as he bids to avenge the only blot on his boxing CV.
“It’s going to be an incredible night and I’m thrilled so many of my fans are going to be there, particularly from the United Kingdom,” said Joshua.
“It’ll definitely be a night people will tell their grandchildren they were at, one of those iconic evenings of boxing. Everyone from Saudi has been brilliant to work with.”
Joshua also posted a video on social media after landing at King Khalid International Airport in Riyadh, the former world champion posing for pictures and chatting with fans.


Main reference: https://d3js.org/#selections
d3.js manipulates html by selecting an arbitrary set of HTML nodes
called selections, which we choose using either the
d3.select()
or d3.selectAll()
functions.
For example, the following code appends an unordered list to
the div with id 'example' and then appends the sentence
multiple times as the list items, modifying its style and attribute
every time we do so using .style()
and .attr()
.
The d3.selectAll()
function then changes the font of all
list items using the class selector.
The .html()
function allows the use of html tags. We can use .text()
instead
if we do not want this behaviour.
let node = d3.select('#example').append('ul')
for (let i = 0; i < 12; i++){
node.append('li')
.html('the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog')
.style('font-size',16+i+'px')
.style('color',d3.rgb(100+8*i,30+16*i,40+20*i))
.attr('class','colourful-li')
}
d3.selectAll('li.colourful-li')
.style('font-family','Helvetica')


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Man sentenced to 10 years for attempted murder of businessman
by Agency ReportA man who attempted to murder a top Serbian businessman with close ties to President Aleksandar Vucic was jailed by a Belgrade court on Friday for 10 years.
Milan Beko, a former minister, was seriously wounded when he was shot by a gunman in front of his house in the Serbian capital in November 2014.
The court convicted Aleksandar Zdravkovic of attempted murder but cleared co-defendant Maja Adrovac of being his accomplice, state-run RTS television reported. The verdicts can be appealed.
Beko, 58, was a minister in charge of privatisation in one of the governments of former Serbian leader Slobodan Milosevic.
He was a member of the leftist JUL party of Milosevic’s wife Mira Markovic.
Beko started his career in a public relations agency before starting his own business importing and distributing consumer goods and medicines — one of the biggest such firms in the Balkans.
While Vucic was prime minister the government asked Beko to take over the ailing Serbian Railways, but he declined the offer.
(AFP)


ggdendro: Create Dendrograms and Tree Diagrams Using 'ggplot2'
This is a set of tools for dendrograms and
tree plots using 'ggplot2'. The 'ggplot2' philosophy is to
clearly separate data from the presentation.
Unfortunately the plot method for dendrograms plots
directly to a plot device without exposing the data.
The 'ggdendro' package resolves this by making available
functions that extract the dendrogram plot data. The package
provides implementations for tree, rpart, as well as diana and agnes
cluster diagrams.
Downloads:
Reverse dependencies:
| Reverse depends: |
EnsCat, GOplot |
| Reverse imports: |
DEVis, hierarchicalSets, iheatmapr, mosaic, Plasmidprofiler, preproviz, PTXQC, rwty, ShinyItemAnalysis, specmine, starmie, superheat, visvow |
| Reverse suggests: |
disclapmix, INDperform, propr, rattle, Rnightlights |
| Reverse enhances: |
dendextend |
Linking:
Please use the canonical form
https://CRAN.R-project.org/package=ggdendro
to link to this page.


The CSS3 transformation styles are used to transform the appearance of a page object using one
of the following transformation effects: translation (to move the object horizontally and/or
vertically), scale (to increase or decrease the size of the object in the horizontal or
vertical direction), skew (to skew the object by a specified angle in the horizontal or vertical
direction), rotate (to rotate the object clockwise or counter-clockwise), or matrix (to apply
a matrix transformation to the object.) To use a CSS3 transformation, you apply the
style:
transform: effect(params)
where where effect is the transformation function that will be applied to the
object and params represents any parameters required by the transformation.
To apply a CSS3 transformation, select one of the transformation types from the drop-down list
below and enter your parameter values. The transformation effect will be automatically applied
to the image in the Preview box, each time you
change a parameter value. The corresponding CSS style rule is displayed in the Style box below.


UniformAnimator QML Type
The UniformAnimator type animates a uniform of a ShaderEffect. More...
| Import Statement: | import QtQuick 2.7 |
| Since: | Qt 5.2 |
| Inherits: |
Properties
- uniform : string
Detailed Description
Animator types are different from normal Animation types. When using an Animator, the animation can be run in the render thread and the property value will jump to the end when the animation is complete.
The value of the QML property defining the uniform is updated after the animation has finished.
The following snippet shows how to use a UniformAnimator together with a ShaderEffect item.
ShaderEffect { id: shader width: 50 height: 50 property variant t; UniformAnimator { target: shader uniform: "t" from: 0 to: 1 duration: 1000 running: true } fragmentShader: " uniform lowp float t; varying highp vec2 qt_TexCoord0; void main() { lowp float c = qt_TexCoord0.y; gl_FragColor = vec4(0, 0, c * t, 1); } " }
It is also possible to use the on
keyword to tie the UniformAnimator directly to a uniform of a ShaderEffect instance.
ShaderEffect { width: 50 height: 50 property variant t; UniformAnimator on t { from: 0 to: 1 duration: 1000 } fragmentShader: " uniform lowp float t; varying highp vec2 qt_TexCoord0; void main() { lowp float c = qt_TexCoord0.y; gl_FragColor = vec4(c * t, 0, 0, 1); } " }
See also ShaderEffect and ShaderEffectSource.
Property Documentation
This property holds the name of the uniform to animate.
The value of the uniform must correspond to both a property on the target ShaderEffect and must be a uniform of type float
in the fragment or vertex shader.