Halwin Norry, the First Clerk, and Reene Harfor, the First Maid, entered together, him making a jerky, unpracticed bow, and her a graceful curtsy that was neither too low nor too shallow. They could not have been more different.  Each carried an embossed leather folder stuffed with papers, but she held hers at her side as if not to rumple her formal scarlet tabard, unwrinkled as it always seemed to be, no matter the hour or how long she had been on her feet, while he clutched his folder to his narrow chest as if to hide old inkstains, of which several spotted his tabard, including a large blot that made the White Lion’s tail end in a black tuft. Courtesies done, they immediately put a little distance between them, each not quite watching the other.
As soon as the door closed behind Rasoria, the glow of saidar sprung up around Aviendha, and she wove a ward against eavesdropping that clung to the walls of the room. What was said between them was now as safe as they could make it, and Aviendha would know if anyone even tried to listen with the Power. She was very good with this sort of weave.
“Mistress Harfor,” Elayne said, “if you will begin.” She did not offer wine or seats, of course. Master Norry would have been shocked to his toenails by such a lapse in the proprieties, and Mistress Harfor might well have been offended. As it was, Norry twitched and glanced sideways at Reene, and her mouth thinned. Even after a week’s meetings, their dislike for giving their reports where the other could hear was palpable. They were jealous of their fiefs, the more so since the First Maid had moved into territory that once might have been considered Master Norry’s responsibility. Of course, running the Royal Palace had always been the First Maid’s charge, and it might be said that her new duties were only an extension of that. It would not be said by Halwin Norry, though. The blazing logs settled in the fireplace with a loud crack, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney.
“I am convinced the Second Librarian is . . . a spy, my Lady,” Mistress Harfor said finally, ignoring Norry as if to make him disappear. She had resisted letting anyone else know that she was searching out spies in the palace, yet the First Clerk knowing seemed to grate on her worst of all. His only authority over her, if such it was, came from paying the palace accounts, and he never questioned an expenditure, but even that little was more than she wished. “Every three or four days Master Harnder visits an inn called the Hoop and Arrow, supposedly for the ale made by the innkeeper, one Millis Fendry, but Mistress Fendry also keeps pigeons, and whenever Master Harnder visits, she sends off a pigeon that flies north. Yesterday, three of the Aes Sedai staying at the Silver Swan found reason to visit the Hoop and Arrow, though it caters to a much poorer crowd than the Swan. They came and went hooded, and were closeted with Mistress Fendry in private for over an hour. All three are Brown Ajah. I fear that indicates Master Harnder’s employer.”
“Hairdressers, footmen, cooks, the master cabinetmaker, no fewer than five of Master Norry’s clerks, and now one of the librarians.”  “Is there anyone we won’t eventually learn is a spy, Mistress Harfor?” Norry stretched his neck uncomfortably; he took the malfeasance of his clerks as a personal affront.
“I have hopes I may be reaching the bottom of that barrel, my Lady,” Mistress Harfor said complacently. Neither spies nor the High Seats of powerful Houses ruffled her. Spies were pests she intended to rid the palace of as surely as she kept it clear of fleas and rats—though she had been forced to accept Aes Sedai aid with rats recently—while powerful nobles were like rain or snow, facts of nature to be endured until they went away, but nothing to get flustered over. “There are only so many people who can be bought, and only so many can afford to buy, or want to.”
Elayne tried to picture Master Harnder, but all she could bring up in her mind was vague, a chubby, balding man who blinked incessantly. He had served her mother, and as she recalled, Queen Mordrellen before that. No one commented on the fact that it seemed he also served the Brown Ajah. Every ruler’s palace between the Spine of the World and the Aryth Ocean contained the Tower’s eyes-and-ears.  Doubtless the Seanchan would soon be living under the White Tower’s gaze, too, if they were not already. Reene had discovered several spies for the Red Ajah, assuredly legacies of Elaida’s time in Caemlyn, but this librarian was the first for another Ajah. Elaida would not have liked other Ajahs knowing what went on in the palace while she was advisor to the Queen.
“A pity we have no false stories we want the Brown Ajah to believe,” she said lightly. A great pity they, and the Reds, knew about the Kin. At best, they had to know there were a large number of women in the palace who could channel, and it would not take them long to figure out who they were. That would create any number of problems down the road, yet those difficulties did lie somewhere in the future. Always plan ahead, Lini used to say, but worry too hard over next year, and you can trip over tomorrow. “Watch Master Harnder and try to find out his friends. That will have to suffice for the time being.” Some spies depended on their ears, either to hear gossip or listen at doors; others lubricated tongues with a few friendly cups of wine. The first part of counteracting a spy was to find out how he learned what he sold.
Aviendha snorted loudly and, spreading her skirts, started to sit down on the carpet before realizing what she wore. With a warning glance at Dyelin, she perched stiffly on the front edge of a chair instead, the picture of a court lady with her eyes flashing. Except that a lady of the court would not have checked the edge of her belt knife with a thumb. Left to her own devices, Aviendha would slit every spy’s throat as soon as it could be stretched for the knife. Spying was a vile business, in her view, no matter how often Elayne explained that every spy found was a tool that could be used to make her enemies believe what she wanted.
Not that every spy necessarily worked for an enemy. Most of those the First Maid had uncovered took money from more than one source, and among those she had identified were King Roedran of Murandy, various Tairen High Lords and Ladies, a handful of Cairhienin nobles, and a fair number of merchants. A good many people were interested in what happened in Caemlyn, whether for its effect on trade or other reasons. Sometimes it seemed that everyone spied on everyone else.
“Mistress Harfor,” she said, “you haven’t found any eyes-and-ears for the Black Tower.”
Like most people who heard the Black Tower mentioned, Dyelin shivered, and took a deep drink of her wine, but Reene just grimaced faintly. She had decided to ignore the fact that they were men who could channel, since she could not change matters. To her, the Black Tower was . . . an annoyance. “They haven’t had time, my Lady. Give them a year, and you’ll find footmen and librarians taking their coin, too.”
“I suppose I will.” Dreadful thought. “What else do you have for us today?”
“I’ve had a word with Jon Skellit, my Lady. A man who turns his coat once is often amenable to turning it again, and Skellit is.” Skellit, a barber, was in the pay of House Arawn, which for the present made him Arymilla’s man.
Birgitte bit off an oath in midword—for some reason, she tried to watch her language around Reene Harfor—and spoke in a pained voice. “You had a word with him? Without asking anyone?”
Dyelin was under no compunctions regarding the First Maid, and she muttered, “Mother’s milk in a cup!” Elayne had never heard her use an obscenity before. Master Norry blinked and almost dropped his folder, and busied himself with not looking at Dyelin. The First Maid, however, merely paused until sure she and Birgitte were done, then went on calmly.
“The time seemed ripe, and so did Skellit. One of the men he hands his reports to left the city and hasn’t returned yet, while it appears the other broke his leg. The streets are always icy where a fire has been put out.” She said that so blandly, it seemed more than likely she had engineered the man’s fall somehow. Hard times uncovered hard talents in the most surprising people. “Skellit is quite agreeable to carrying his next communication out to the camps himself. He saw a gateway made, and he won’t have to pretend terror.” You would have thought she herself had been seeing merchants’ wagons rumble out of holes in the air for her entire life.
“What’s to stop this barber keeping on running once he’s outside the fla . . . uh . . . the city?”  Her heavy golden braid should have been bristling. “If he goes, Arawn will hire somebody else, and you’ll have to hunt him out all over again. Light, Arymilla must have heard of the gateways almost as soon as she arrived, and Skellit has to know it.” It was not the thought of Skellit escaping that irritated her, or not only that. The mercenaries thought they had been hired to stop soldiers, but for a few silvers they would allow one or two to slip through the gates by night in either direction. One or two could do no harm, as they saw matters. Birgitte did not like being reminded of that.
“Greed will stop him, my Lady,” Mistress Harfor replied calmly. “The thought of earning gold from the Lady Elayne as well as from Lady Naean is enough to make the man breathe hard. It’s true, Lady Arymilla must already have heard of the gateways, but that only adds credit to Skellit’s reason for going in person.”
“And if his greed is great enough for him to try earning still more gold by turning his coat a third time?” Dyelin said. “He could cause a great deal of . . . mischief, Mistress Harfor.”
Reene’s tone became a little crisper. She would never step over the boundaries, but she disliked anyone thinking her careless. “Lady Naean would have him buried under the nearest snowdrift, my Lady, as I made certain he is aware. She has never been patient. As I am sure you are aware. In any case, the news we get from the camps is quite sparse, to say the least, and he might see a few things we would like to know.”
“If Skellit can tell us which camp Arymilla, Elenia and Naean will be in and when, I’ll give him his gold with my own hand,” Elayne said deliberately. Elenia and Naean stayed close to Arymilla, or she kept them close, and Arymilla was much less patient than Naean, much less willing to believe that anything could function without her presence. She spent half of each day riding from camp to camp, and never slept in the same two nights running, as far as anyone could learn. “That is the only thing he can tell us of the camps that I want to know.”
Reene inclined her head. “As you say, my Lady. I will see to it.” She too often tried not to say things straight out in front of Norry, but she gave no sign that she had heard any reproof. Of course, Elayne was not sure she actually would rebuke the woman openly. Mistress Harfor would continue to perform her duties properly if she did, and she certainly would continue hunting spies with undiminished ardor, if for no other reason than their presence in the palace offended her, yet Elayne might find a dozen inconveniences in every day, a dozen small discomforts that added up to misery, and not a one that she could directly attribute to the First Maid. We must follow the steps of the dance as surely as our servants, her mother had told her once. You can keep hiring new servants, and spend all your time training them and suffering till they learn, only to find yourself back where you started, or you can accept the rules as they do, and live comfortably while you use your time to rule.
“Thank you, Mistress Harfor,” she said, for which she received another precise curtsy. Reene Harfor was another who knew her own worth. “Master Norry?”
The heron-like man gave a start and stopped frowning at Reene. In some ways, he saw the gateways as his, and not to be trifled with. “Yes, my Lady. Of course.” His voice was a dusty monotone. “I trust the lady Birgitte already has informed you of the merchants’ trains from Illian and Tear. I believe that is . . . um . . . her usual custom when you return to the city.” For a moment, his eyes rested reproachfully on Birgitte. He would never think of causing Elayne the smallest irritation even if she shouted at him, but he lived by his own set of rules, and, in a mild fashion, he resented Birgitte stealing his chance to enumerate the wagons and casks and barrels that had arrived. He did love his numbers. At least, Elayne supposed it was in a mild fashion. There seemed to be very little heat in Mister Norry.
“She did,” she told him, with just a hint of apology, not enough to embarrass him. “I fear some of the Sea Folk are leaving us. We’ll only have half the number to make gateways after today.”
His fingers spidered across the leather folder against his chest as though feeling the papers within. She had never seen him consult one. “Ah. Ah. We shall . . . cope, my Lady.” Halwin Norry always coped. “To continue, there were nine arsons yesterday and last night, slightly more than usual. Three attempts were made to fire warehouses storing food. None successful, I hasten to add.” He might hasten to add, yet he did it in that same drone. “If I may say so, the Guards patrolling the streets are having an effect—the number of assaults and thefts has declined to little more than normal for this time of year—but it seems evident that some hand is directing the arsons. Seventeen buildings were destroyed, all save one abandoned,” his mouth narrowed in disapproval; it would take far more than a siege to make him leave Caemlyn, “and in my opinion, all of the fires were placed so as to draw the water-wagons as far as possible from the warehouses where attempts were made. I now believe that pattern holds for every fire we’ve seen these past weeks.”
“Birgitte?” Elayne said.
“I can try plotting the warehouses on a map,” Birgitte replied doubtfully, “and put extra Guards on the streets that seem to be farthest away, but it’s still leaving a lot to fla . . . uh . . . to chance.” She did not look toward Mistress Harfor, but Elayne felt a faint hint of a blush from her. “Anybody can have flint and steel in a belt pouch, and it only takes a minute with some dry straw to start a fire.”
“Do what you can,” Elayne told her. It would be pure luck if they caught an arsonist in the act, and beyond luck if the arsonist could say more than that she had been handed coin by someone with a hood hiding her face. Tracing that gold back to Arymilla or Elenia or Naean would require Mat Cauthon’s luck. “Have you anything more, Master Norry?”
Knuckling his long nose, he avoided her gaze. “It has . . . uh . . . come to my attention,” he said hesitantly, “that Marne, Arawn and Sarand have all recently taken very large loans against the revenues of their estates.” Mistress Harfor’s eyebrows climbed before she got them under control.
Peering into her teacup, Elayne discovered that she had actually emptied it. Bankers never told anyone how much they had loaned to whom, or against what, but she did not ask how he knew. It would be . . . embarrassing. For both of them. She smiled when her sister took the cup, then grimaced when Aviendha returned with it filled again. Aviendha seemed to think she should drink weak tea till her eyes floated! Goat’s milk was better, but dishwater for tea would do. Well, she would hold the bloody cup, but she did not have to drink.
 “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; the trouble with sell-swords is they don’t always stay bought.” She had opposed hiring mercenaries to help defend the city from the start, though the fact was that without them, Arymilla could have ridden in with her army by any gate she picked, or near enough. There simply had not been enough men to guard every gate properly otherwise, much less man the walls.
Birgitte had opposed the mercenaries, too, yet she had accepted Elayne’s reasons, if reluctantly. She still distrusted them, but now she shook her head. Sitting on the arm of a chair near the fire, she rested her spurred boot on the seat. “Mercenaries have a concern for their reputations if not their honor. Changing sides is one thing; actually betraying a gate is something else entirely. A company that did that would never be hired again, anywhere. Arymilla would have to offer enough for a captain to live the rest of his life like a lord, and at least convince his men they’d be able to, as well.”
Norry cleared his throat. Even that sounded dusty, somehow. “It seems they may have borrowed against the same revenues twice or even three times. The bankers, of course, are . . . unaware . . . of this, as yet.”
 Dyelin scowled into her wine hard enough to make it turn sour. Aviendha squeezed Elayne’s hand, just a quick pressure quickly released. The fire crackled in a shower of sparks, some nearly reaching the carpets.
“The mercenary companies will have to be watched.” Elayne raised a hand to forestall Birgitte. The other woman had not opened her mouth, but the bond shouted volumes. “You will have to find the men for it somewhere.” Light! They seemed to be guarding against as many people inside the city as outside! “It shouldn’t take that many, but we need to know if they start to act strangely, or secretively, Birgitte. That might be our only warning.”
“I was thinking what to do if one of the companies does sell out,” Birgitte said wryly. “Knowing won’t be enough unless I have men to rush to any gate I think is going to be betrayed. And half the soldiers in the city are mercenaries. Half the rest are old men who were living on their pensions a few months gone. I’ll shift the mercenaries’ postings at irregular intervals. It will be harder for them to betray a gate if they can’t be sure where they’ll be tomorrow, but that doesn’t make it impossible.” Protest how she would that she was no general, she had seen more battles and sieges than any ten generals living, and she knew very well how these matters unfolded.
Elayne almost wished she had wine in her cup. Almost. “Is there any chance the bankers will learn what you have, Master Norry? Before the loans come due?” If they did, some might decide they preferred Arymilla on the throne. She could strip the country’s coffers to repay those loans, then. She might even do it. Merchants rode the political winds, whichever way they blew. Bankers had been known to attempt to influence events.
“In my opinion, it is unlikely, my Lady. They would have to . . . um . . . ask the right questions of the right people, but bankers are normally . . . um . . . closemouthed . . . with one another. Yes, I think it unlikely. For the time being.”
There was nothing to be done in any case. Except to tell Birgitte there might be a new source for assassins and kidnappers. Only given her hard expression and a sudden grimness in the bond, she had already realized that. There would be little chance of keeping the bodyguard under a hundred women, now. If there ever had been.
“Thank you, Master Norry,” Elayne said. “You’ve done well, as always. Let me know immediately if you see any indications that the bankers have asked those questions.”
“Of course, my Lady,” he murmured, ducking his head like an egret darting after a fish. “My Lady is very kind.”
When Reene and Norry left the room, him holding the door for her and making a bow that was a hair more graceful than usual and her giving him a slight bow of her head as she glided past him into the corridor, Aviendha did not release the ward she was holding. As soon as the door closed, its solid sound swallowed by the ward, she said, “Someone tried to listen.”
Elayne shook her head. There was no way to tell who—a Black sister? A curious Kinswoman?—but at least the eavesdrop had failed. Not that there was much chance of anyone getting past one of Aviendha’s wards, maybe not even the Forsaken, but she would have spoken up right away if someone had.
Dyelin took Aviendha’s announcement with less aplomb, muttering about the Sea Folk. She had not turned a hair at hearing that half the Windfinders were leaving, not in front of Reene and Norry, but now she demanded to know the whole story. “I never did trust Zaida,” she grumbled when Elayne finished. “This agreement sounds good for trade, I suppose, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she had one of the Windfinders try to listen in. She struck me as a woman who wants to know everything, just in case it might be useful one day.” There was very little hesitant about Dyelin, yet she hesitated now, rolling her winecup between her palms.  If it was going to crack open the world, I think it would have by now.” Aviendha laughed, but Dyelin turned quite pale. Really! Sometimes you had to laugh if only to keep from crying.
“If we tarry much longer now that Norry and Mistress Harfor are gone,” Birgitte said, “somebody might start wondering why.” She waved a hand at the walls, indicating the ward she could not see. She knew it was still in place, though. The daily meetings with the First Maid and the First Clerk always concealed a little something more.
Everyone gathered around her as she moved a pair of golden Sea Folk porcelain bowls on one of the side tables and pulled a much-folded map from inside her short coat. It rode there always, except when she slept, and then it resided beneath her pillow. Spread out, with empty winecups at the corners to hold it flat, the map displayed Andor from the River Erinin to the border between Altara and Murandy. In truth, it could have been said to show all of Andor, since what lay farther west had been only half under Caemlyn’s control for generations. It had hardly been a masterpiece of the mapmaker’s art to begin with, and creases obscured much of the detail, but it showed the terrain well enough, and every town and village was marked, every road and bridge and ford. Elayne set her teacup down at arm’s length from the map to avoid spilling on it and adding more stains. And to rid herself of the wretched excuse for tea.
“The Borderlanders are moving,” Birgitte said, pointing to the forests north of Caemlyn, to a spot above Andor’s northmost border, “but they haven’t covered much ground. At this rate, they’ll be well over a month getting close to Caemlyn.”
Swirling her silver cup, Dyelin peered into the dark wine, then looked up suddenly. “I thought you northerners were used to snow, Lady Birgitte.” Even now she had to probe, and telling her not to would only make her ten times as certain that Birgitte was hiding secrets, and twenty times as determined to learn them.
Aviendha scowled at the older woman—when she was not in awe of Birgitte, sometimes she became fiercely protective of Birgitte’s secrets—but Birgitte herself met Dyelin’s gaze levelly, with no hint of alarm in the bond. She had become quite comfortable with the lie about her origins. “I haven’t been back to Kandor in a long time.” That was simple truth, though it had been far longer than Dyelin could have imagined. The country had not even been called Kandor, then. “But no matter what you’re used to, moving two hundred thousand soldiers, not to mention the Light alone knows how many camp followers, is slow going in winter. Worse, I sent Mistress Ocalin and Mistress Fote to visit some of the villages a few miles south of the border.” Sabeine Ocalin and Julanya Fote were Kinswomen who could Travel. “They say the villagers think the Borderlanders are camped for the winter.”
Elayne tsked, frowning at the map as she traced distances with a finger. She was counting on news of the Borderlanders, if not on the Borderlanders themselves. Word of an army that size entering Andor should be leaping ahead of it like wildfire in dry grass. No one but a fool could believe they had marched all those hundreds of leagues to try conquering Andor, but everyone who heard would be speculating on their intentions and what to do about them, a different opinion on every tongue. Once the news began to spread, anyway. When it did, she had an advantage over everyone else. She had arranged for the Borderlanders to cross into Andor into the first place, and she had already arranged for them to leave.
The choice had not been very difficult. Stopping them would have been a bloody affair, if it could have been managed at all, and they wanted no more than the width of a road to march onward into Murandy, where they thought they would find the Dragon Reborn. That was her doing, as well. They hid their reason for seeking Rand, and she was not about to give them a true location, not when they had as many as a dozen Aes Sedai with them and hid that fact, too. But once news of them reached the High Seats . . .
“It should work,” she said softly. “If necessary, we can plant rumors of the Borderlanders ourselves.”
“It should work,” Dyelin agreed, then added in a dark voice, “As long as Bashere and Bael keep a close rein on their men. It’s going to be a volatile mix, with Borderlanders, Aiel and the Legion of the Dragon all within a few miles of one another. And I can’t see how we can be sure the Asha’man won’t do something mad.” She ended with a sniff. In her book, a man had to be mad in the first place, or he would never have chosen to become an Asha’man. Aviendha nodded. She disagreed with Dyelin almost as frequently as Birgitte did, but for the most part, the Asha’man were one thing they agreed on.
“I’ll make sure the Borderlanders stay well clear of the Black Tower,” Elayne reassured them, though she had done the same before. Even Dyelin knew that Bael and Bashere would hold their forces in check—neither man wanted a battle he did not need, and Davram Bashere certainly would not fight his own countrymen—but anyone had a right to be uneasy about the Asha’man and what they might do. She slid her finger from the six-pointed star identifying Caemlyn across the few miles to the ground the Asha’man had usurped. The Black Tower was not marked, but she knew all too well exactly where it lay. At least that was well away from the Lugard Road. Sending the Borderlanders south into Murandy without upsetting the Asha’man would not be difficult.
Her mouth compressed at the thought that she must not upset the Asha’man, but there was nothing to be done about it any time soon, so she mentally shifted the black-coated men to one side. What could not be dealt with now, had to be dealt with later.
“And the others?” She did not have to say more. Six major Houses remained uncommitted—at least to her or Arymilla. Dyelin claimed they would all come to Elayne eventually, but they showed no sign of it so far. Sabeine and Julanya had been looking for word of those six, too. Both women had spent the last twenty years as peddlers, accustomed to hard journeys, sleeping in stables or under the trees, and listening to what people did not say as much as to what they said. They made perfect scouts. It would be a great loss if they had to be shifted to helping keep the city supplied.
“Rumor has Lord Luan a dozen places, east and west.” Frowning at the much-creased map as though Luan’s position should have been marked on it, Birgitte muttered a curse, much viler than called for, now that Reene Harfor was absent. “Always the next village over, or the one beyond that. Lady Ellorien and Lord Abelle seem to have vanished completely, difficult as that has to be for a High Seat. At least, Mistress Ocalin and Mistress Fote haven’t been able to find a whisper of them, or of any House Pendar or House Traemane armsmen, either. Not a man or a horse.” That was very unusual. Someone was exerting great effort.
“Abelle was always a ghost when he wanted to be,” Dyelin muttered, “always able to catch you wrong-footed. Ellorien . . . ” Brushing fingers against her lips, she sighed. “The woman’s too flamboyant to disappear. Unless she’s with Abelle or Luan. Or both of them.” She was not happy with that idea, no matter what she said.
“As for our other “friends’,” Birgitte said, “Lady Arathelle crossed out of Murandy five days ago, here.” She touched the map lightly, some two hundred miles south of Caemlyn. “Four days ago, Lord Pelivar crossed about five or six miles west of that, and Lady Aemlyn here, another five or six miles.”
“Not together,” Dyelin said, nodding. “Did they bring any Murandians? No? Good. They could be moving to their estates, Elayne. If they move further apart, we’ll know for certain.” Those three Houses made her most anxious of all.
“They could be heading home,” Birgitte agreed, reluctantly as always when agreeing with Dyelin. Drawing her intricate braid over her shoulder, she gripped it in a fist almost the way Nynaeve did. “The men and horses must be worn out, after marching into Murandy in winter. But all we can be sure of is that they’re on the move.”
Aviendha snorted. With her in elegant velvets, it was a startling sound. “Always assume your enemy will do what you do not want. Decide what you least want them to do, and plan on that.”
“Aemlyn, Arathelle and Pelivar aren’t enemies,” Dyelin protested weakly. Wherever she believed their allegiance would fall in time, those three had announced their support of Dyelin herself for the throne.
Elayne had never read of any queen being forced onto the throne—that sort of thing might not have made it into the histories in any case—yet Aemlyn, Arathelle and Pelivar seemed willing to try, and not for hope of power for themselves. Dyelin did not want the throne, but she would hardly be a passive ruler. The simple fact was that Morgase Trakand’s final year had been marred by blunder after blunder, and few knew or believed that she had been a captive of one of the Forsaken during that time. Some Houses wanted anyone except another Trakand on the throne. Or thought they did.
“What is the last thing we want them to do?” Elayne said. “If they disperse to their estates, then they are out of it until spring at the earliest, and everything will be decided by then.” The Light willing, it would. “But if they continue on to Caemlyn?”
“Without the Murandians, they don’t have enough armsmen to challenge Arymilla.” Studying the map, Birgitte rubbed her chin. “If they don’t know by now that the Aiel and the Legion of the Dragon are staying out of this, they’ll have to learn of it soon, but they’ll want to be careful. None of them seems foolish enough to provoke a fight they can’t win when they don’t have to. I’d say they’ll camp somewhere to the east or southeast, where they can keep an eye on events and maybe influence what happens.”
Downing the last of her wine, which must have been cold by now, Dyelin exhaled heavily and walked over to fill her cup again. “If they come to Caemlyn,” she said in a leaden tone, “then they are hoping that Luan or Abelle or Ellorien will join them. Perhaps all three.”
“Then we must figure out how to stop them reaching Caemlyn before our plans come to fruit, without making them permanent enemies.” Elayne worked to make her voice as sure and firm as Dyelin’s was dull. “And we must plan what to do in case they arrive here too early. If that happens, Dyelin, you will have to convince them the choice is between me and Arymilla. Otherwise, we’ll be in a tangle we may never straighten out, and all of Andor in it with us.”
Dyelin grunted as if she had been punched. The last time the great Houses split evenly among three claimants for the Lion Throne had been nearly five hundred years ago, and seven years of open war followed before a queen was crowned. The original claimants were all dead by that point.
Without thinking, Elayne picked up her teacup and took a sip. The tea had gone cold, but honey exploded on her tongue. Honey! She looked at Aviendha in astonishment, and her sister’s lips quirked in a small smile. A conspiratorial smile, as if Birgitte did not know exactly what had happened. Even their strangely enhanced bond did not extend to her tasting what Elayne did, yet she had surely felt Elayne’s surprise and pleasure on tasting the tea. Planting fists on hips, she adopted a censorious look. Or rather, she tried to; despite all she could do, a smile crept onto her face, too. Abruptly, Elayne realized that Birgitte’s headache was gone. She did not know when it had vanished, but it certainly was not there any longer.
“Hope for the best and plan for the worst,” she said. “Sometimes, the best actually happens.”
Dyelin, unaware of the honey or anything except that they were all three grinning, harrumphed loudly. “And sometimes it doesn’t happen. If your clever scheme comes off exactly as planned, Elayne, we won’t have any need for Aemlyn or Ellorien or the others, but it’s a terrible gamble. All it takes to go wrong is—”
The left-hand door opened to admit a wave of cold and an apple-cheeked woman with icy eyes and the golden knot of an under-lieutenant on her shoulder. She might have knocked first, but if so, the ward had sealed off the sound. Like Rasoria, Tzigan Sokorin had been a Hunter for the Horn before joining Elayne’s bodyguard. It seemed the guard had changed. “The Wise One Monaelle wishes to see the Lady Elayne,” Tzigan announced, drawing herself up rigidly. “Mistress Karistovan is with her.”
Sumeko could be put off, but not Monaelle. Arymilla’s people would as soon interfere with Aes Sedai as with the Aiel, yet only something important would have brought a Wise One into the city. Birgitte knew that, too; she immediately began folding the map up again. Aviendha let the warding dissipate and released the Source.
“Ask them to come in,” Elayne said.
Monaelle did not wait on Tzigan, gliding into the room as soon as the ward vanished, her multitude of gold and ivory bracelets rattling as she lowered her shawl from shoulders to elbows in the comparative warmth. Elayne did not know how old Monaelle was—Wise Ones were not as reticent about age as Aes Sedai, but they were oblique—yet she appeared not far into her middle years. There were hints of red in her waist-long yellow hair, but not a touch of gray. Short for an Aiel, shorter than Elayne, with a mild, motherly face, she was barely strong enough in the Power to have been accepted in the White Tower, but strength did not count among Wise Ones, and among them, she stood very high. More importantly for Elayne and Aviendha, she had been the midwife at their rebirth as first-sisters. Elayne offered her a curtsy, ignoring Dyelin’s disapproving sniff, and Aviendha made a deep bow, folding herself over her hands. Aside from the duties owed to her midwife under Aiel customs, she was still only an apprentice Wise One, after all.
“I assume your need for privacy is ended, since you lowered the ward,” Monaelle said, “and it is time I checked on your condition, Elayne Trakand. It should be done twice in the month until full term.” Why was she frowning at Aviendha? Oh, Light, the velvets!
“And I have come to see what she does,” Sumeko added, following the Wise One into the room. Sumeko was imposing, a stout woman with confident eyes, in well-cut red-belted yellow wool, with silver combs in her straight black hair, and a red-enameled silver circle-pin on the high neck of her dress. She might have been a noblewoman or a successful merchant. Once she had shown a certain diffidence, at least around Aes Sedai, but no longer. Not with Aes Sedai or soldiers of the Queen’s Guards. “You may go,” she told Tzigan. “This doesn’t concern you.” Or with nobles, for that matter. “You may leave, too, Lady Dyelin, and you, Lady Birgitte.” She studied Aviendha as if considering adding her to the list.
“Aviendha may remain,” Monaelle said. “She is missing a great many lessons, and she must learn this sooner or later.” Sumeko nodded in acceptance of Aviendha, but she kept a coolly impatient gaze on Dyelin and Birgitte.
“Lady Dyelin and I have matters to discuss,” Birgitte said, stuffing the folded map back under her red coat as she started for the door. “I’ll tell you tonight what we’ve thought of, Elayne.”
Dyelin gave her a sharp look, almost as sharp as the one she had given Sumeko, but she set her winecup on one of the trays and made her courtesies to Elayne, then waited with visible impatience while Birgitte bent to murmur at length in Monaelle’s ear and the Wise One replied briefly, but just as quietly. What were they whispering about? Probably goat’s milk.
Once the door closed behind Tzigan and the other two women, Elayne offered to send for more wine, since what was in the pitchers was cold, but Sumeko declined curtly, and Monaelle politely if rather absently. The Wise One was studying Aviendha with such intensity that the younger woman began to redden and looked away, gripping her skirts.
“You mustn’t take Aviendha to task about her clothes, Monaelle,” Elayne said. “I asked her to wear them, and she did as a favor to me.”
Pursing her lips, Monaelle thought before answering. “First-sisters should give one another favors,” she said finally. “You know your duty to our people, Aviendha. So far, you have done well at a difficult task. You must learn to live in two worlds, so it is fitting that you become comfortable in those clothes.” Aviendha began to relax. Until Monaelle continued. “But not too comfortable. From now on, you will spend every third day and night in the tents. You can return with me tomorrow. You have a great deal to learn yet before you can become a Wise One, and that is as much your duty as is being a binding cord.”
Elayne reached out and took her sister’s hand, and when Aviendha tried to let go after one squeeze, she held on. After a brief hesitation, Aviendha clung, too. In a strange way, having Aviendha there had comforted Elayne for the loss of Rand; she was not only a sister but a sister who also loved him. They could share strength and make each other laugh when they wanted to cry, and they could cry together when that was needed. One night in three alone very likely meant one night in three weeping alone. Light, what was Rand doing? That awful beacon to the west was still blazing as strongly as ever, and she was certain that he was in the heart of it. Not one particle had changed in the bond with him, but she was certain.
Suddenly she realized that she had a crushing grasp on Aviendha’s hand, and Aviendha was holding hers as fiercely. They loosened their grips at the same instant. Neither let go, however.
“Men cause trouble even when they are elsewhere,” Aviendha said softly.
“They do,” Elayne agreed.
Monaelle smiled at the exchange. She was among the few who knew about the bonding of Rand, and who the father of Elayne’s baby was. None of the Kinswomen did, though.
“I’d think you’ve let a man cause you all the trouble he could, Elayne,” Sumeko said primly. The Kin’s Rule followed the rules for novices and Accepted, forbidding not only children but anything that might lead to them, and they held to it strictly. Once, a Kinswoman would have swallowed her tongue before suggesting an Aes Sedai fell short of their Rule. Much had changed since then, however. “I’m supposed to travel to Tear today so I can bring back a shipment of grain and oil tomorrow, and it is growing late, so if you are done talking about men, I suggest you let Monaelle get on with what she came for.”
Monaelle positioned Elayne in front of the fireplace, close enough that the heat from the nearly consumed logs was near to uncomfortable—it was best if the mother was very warm, she explained—then the glow of saidar surrounded her, and she began to weave threads of Spirit and Fire and Earth. Aviendha watched almost as avidly as Sumeko.
“What is this?” Elayne asked as the weave settled around her and sank into her. “Is it like Delving?” Every Aes Sedai in the palace had Delved her, though only Merilille had sufficient skill with Healing for it to be much use, but neither they nor Sumeko had been able to say much more than that she was with child.
“Don’t be silly, girl,” Sumeko said absently. Elayne raised an eyebrow, and even thought of waving her Great Serpent ring under Sumeko’s nose, but the round-faced woman did not appear to notice. She might not have noticed the ring, either. She was leaning forward, peering as though she could see the weave inside Elayne’s body. “The Wise Ones learned about Healing from me. And from Nynaeve, I suppose,” she allowed after a moment. Oh, Nynaeve would have gone up like an Illuminator’s firework, hearing that. But then, Sumeko had outstripped Nynaeve long since. “And they did learn the simple form from Aes Sedai.” A snort like ripping canvas showed what Sumeko thought of the “simple” form, the only sort of Healing Aes Sedai had known for thousands of years. “This is something of the Wise Ones’ own.”
“It is called Caressing the Child,” Monaelle said in an abstracted voice. Most of her attention was focused on the weave. A simple Delving to learn what ailed someone—it was simple, come to think—would have been finished by now, but she altered the flows, and the hum inside Elayne changed pitch, sinking deeper. “It may be some part of Healing, a sort of Healing, but we have known this since before we were sent to the Threefold Land. Some of the ways the flows are used are similar to what Sumeko Karistovan and Nynaeve al’Meara showed us. In Caressing the Child, you learn the health of mother and child, and by changing the weaves, you can cure some problems of either, but they will not work on a woman who is not with child. Or on a man, of course.” The hum grew louder, until it seemed everyone must be able to hear it. Elayne thought her teeth were vibrating.
An earlier thought returned to her, and she said, “Will channeling hurt my child? If I channel, I mean.”
“No more than breathing does.” Monaelle let the weave vanish with a grin. “You have two. It is too early to say whether they are girls or boys, but they are healthy, and so are you.”
Two! Elayne shared a wide smile with Aviendha. She could almost feel her sister’s delight. She was going to have twins. Rand’s babies. A boy and a girl, she hoped, or two boys. Twin girls would present all manner of difficulties for the succession. No one ever gained the Rose Crown with everyone behind her.
Sumeko made an urgent sound in her throat, gesturing toward Elayne, and Monaelle nodded. “Do exactly as I did, and you will see.” Watching Sumeko embrace the Source and form the weave, she nodded again, and the round Kinswoman let it sink into Elayne, letting out a gasp as if she felt the humming herself. “You will not have to worry about birthing sickness,” Monaelle went on, “but you will find that you have difficulty in channeling sometimes. The threads may slip away from you as though greased or fade like mist, so you will have to try again and again to make the simplest weave or hold it. This may grow worse as your pregnancy progresses, and you will not be able to channel at all while in labor or giving birth, but it will come right after the children are born. You soon will become moody, too, if that has not already started, weepy one minute and snarling the next. The father of your child will be wise to step warily and keep his distance as much as he can.”
“I hear she’s already snapped his head off once this morning,” Sumeko muttered. Releasing the weave, she straightened and adjusted her red belt around her girth. “This is remarkable, Monaelle. I never thought of a weave that could only be used on a pregnant woman.”
Elayne’s mouth tightened, but what she said was “You can tell all of that with this weave, Monaelle?” It was best that people thought her babes were Doilan Mellar’s. Rand al’Thor’s children would be targets, stalked for fear or advantage or hatred, but no one would think twice about Mellar’s, perhaps not even Mellar. It was for the best, and that was that.
 “I know this from bearing seven children and having three husbands, Elayne Trakand. The ability to channel shields you from the birthing sickness, but there are other prices to pay. Come, Aviendha, you must try, too. Carefully, now. Exactly as I did.”
Eagerly, Aviendha embraced the Source, but before she had begun to weave a thread, she let saidar go and turned her head to stare toward the dark-paneled wall. Toward the west. So did Elayne, and Monaelle, and Sumeko. The beacon that had been burning for so long had just vanished. One instant it had been there, that raging blaze of saidar, and then it was gone as if it had never existed.
Sumeko’s massive bosom heaved as she drew a deep breath. “I think something very wonderful or very terrible has happened today,” she said softly. “And I think I am afraid to learn which.”
“Wonderful,” Elayne said. It was done, whatever it was, and Rand was alive. That was wonderful enough. Monaelle glanced at her quizzically. Knowing about the bond, she could puzzle out the rest, but she only fingered one of her necklaces in a thoughtful manner. In any case, she would pry it out of Aviendha soon enough.
A knock at the door made them all start. All but Monaelle, anyway. Pretending not to see the other women jump, she focused a little too intently on adjusting her shawl which made the contrast all the greater. Sumeko coughed to hide her embarrassment.
“Come,” Elayne said loudly. A half-shout was necessary to be heard through the door even without a ward.
Caseille put her head into the room, plumed hat in hand, then came in the rest of the way and closed the door carefully behind her. The white lace at her neck and wrists was fresh, the lace and lions on her sash gleamed, and her breastplate sparkled as if freshly burnished, but obviously she had gone right back on duty after cleaning up from their overnight trip. “Forgive me for interrupting, my Lady, but I thought you should know right away. The Sea Folk are in a frenzy, those that are still here. It seems one of their apprentices has gone missing.”
“What else?” Elayne said. A missing apprentice might be bad enough, but something in Caseille’s face told her there was more.
 “Merilille and a woman who was cloaked and hooded. They took horses, and a loaded pack mule. Yurith said the second woman’s hands were tattooed. My Lady, no one had any reason to be looking for—”
Elayne waved her to silence. “No one did anything wrong, Caseille. No one will be blamed.” Not among the Guards, anyway. A fine pickle this was. Talaan and Metarra, the two apprentice Windfinders, were very strong in the Power, and if Merilille had been able to talk either one into trying to become Aes Sedai, she might have been able to convince herself that taking the girl where she could be entered into the novice book was reason enough to evade her own promise to teach the Windfinders. Who would be more than upset over losing Merilille, and more than furious over the apprentice. They would blame everyone in sight, and Elayne most of all.
“Is this general knowledge about Merilille?” she asked.
“Not yet, my Lady, but whoever saddled their horses and loaded that mule won’t hold their tongues. Stablehands don’t have much to gossip about.” More of a brush fire than a pickle, then, and small chance of putting it out before it reached the barns.
“I hope you will dine with me later, Monaelle,” Elayne said, “but you must forgive me, now.” Duty to her midwife or no, she did not wait for the other woman’s assent. Trying to douse the fire might be enough to stop the barns from catching. Maybe. “Caseille, inform Birgitte, and tell her I want an order sent to the gates immediately to watch for Merilille. I know; I know; she may be out of the city already, and the gate guards won’t stop an Aes Sedai, anyway, but maybe they can delay her, or frighten her companion into scuttling back into the city to hide. Sumeko, would you ask Reanne to assign every Kinswoman who can’t Travel to start searching through the city. It’s a small hope, but Merilille may have thought it was too late in the day to start out. Check every inn, including the Silver Swan, and . . . ”
She hoped Rand had done something wonderful today, but she could not waste time even thinking about that now. She had a throne to gain and angry Atha’an Miere to deal with, before they could vent their anger on her, it was to be hoped. In short, it was a day like every other since she returned to Caemlyn, and that meant her hands were quite full enough.


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Trivia game 2
Of which country is Kington capital?
Barbados
Lucia
Haiti
Jamaica
What is the capital city of Equador?
Porto
Novo
Mangua
Quito
When did chelsea first win the primier league?
2006
2005
2004
2002
Who is the youngest player ever to score a primier league goal?
David Beckham
Micheal Owen
Wayne Rooney
Steven Gerrard
Ankara is the capital city of which country?
Turkey
Burundi
Andorra
Morocco
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Final Project
6 - 13 December 2018
Because Christmas is coming up, I decided to make a present for my grandparents as my final project. They love cats, and although
they currently only have two, they have had many, many cats. I decided to create a gift box with a number of different cat-themed
items.
The first thing I had to make was the box itself. I drew out a picture of a cat, then used
MakerCase to create the design for my box.
I used CorelDRAW to design my box, put my cat picture on my box, and add text. Then, I
cut my 8 inch by 8 inch by 8 inch box on 1/8 inch wood in the Epilog Fusion Lasercutter. Since I was using wood, my raster (engraving,
as opposed to cutting) settings were 40/100 (Speed/Power), and my vector (cutting) settings were 8/100/20 (Speed/Power/Frequency).
Once my box pieces were cut out, I used a hot glue gun to glue all the pieces together, except the top, which I left unglued
so it could be opened. This entire process took me between 90 and 120 minutes, including cutting and gluing.
I am fairly satisfied with how my box turned out. Because the wood piece I was cutting on was almost exactly the same size as my
design, I had some troubles with one edge being cut a little strangely, but a little bit of hot glue covers up that flaw very well.
Box Files
Box File for 3 of the Sides
Box File for the Other 3 Sides
The next things I made were the coffee mugs. I selected a picture of Bonnie for the first coffee mug, which reads "Purrs," and I
found a picture of Clyde and Willie for the second coffee mug, with reads "Hiss." To make these mugs, I used CorelDRAW to create
the files and flip the images. Then, I printed the images on the Sawgrass sublimation printer. From there, I wrapped the images
around the mugs and taped them down. I wrapped the whole thing in plain printer paper, then put it in the special mug heat press
for 4 minutes. After that, I peeled off the images and put the mugs into lukewarm water for 5 - 10 minutes to help the images set.
The entire process took me 30 - 45 minutes.
I am very satisfied with how my coffee mugs turned out. I really like the pictures I chose, and I think my coffee mugs are
very clever. I would not change a thing - they look very nice.
Coffee Mug File
Coffee Mugs
Next, I made the golf balls. These were very easy. I found twelve different images of my grandparents' cats, many of which you
have seen throughout this webpage. I also bought twelve golf balls at Target. I used the template Mr. Gerber gave me to arrange
the photos so they would be lined up with the golf balls. I used the Makerspace's UV printer to print onto those golf balls, after
calibrating the machine to make sure everything was lined up correctly. Finally, I printed the golf balls. The entire process took
me about 30-45 minutes, including locating pictures.
I could not be happier with how my golf balls turned out. My one change might have been to make the photos slightly larger,
but because of the curve of the golf balls, I do not think that would have been viable.
Golf Ball Files
Template
Full File
Finally, I made the chocolates. This was probably the most in-depth part of my project. The process was identical to the creation
of the chocolates during rotation 6. First, of course, I drew an image of a cat and created a .stl file from that image. To make a
.stl, I first had to convert it to a .dxf in CorelDRAW, then import that .dxf to Fusion 360, extrude parts of it, and export the
resulting .stl. After converting my image to a .stl, Mr. Gerber helped me mill the mold out of wax using CNC milling. From there,
I mixed parts A and B of Smooth-Sil 960 to create the silicone negative. Then, I poured the silicone into wax mold and allowed it
to set for 24 hours. Finally, I melted chocolate, poured it into the mold, let it sit in the fridge for a few minutes, and
repeated 4 times to have a total of 5 chocolate cats for my grandparents. Depending on what kind of free time I have, I may make
more before Christmas.
I am quite satisfied with how the chocolates turned out. I think I included just enough detail to make them recognizable as
cats while also being able to easily make them out of chocolate. My only complaint is that I made the tail too thin, so there were
a couple pieces of chocolate I had to remake because the tails broke off. All in all, though, I really like my chocolate cats.
Chocolate Files
Cat Chocolate .stl


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Imaging Data
Description: Shared schema for experiments involving the use of imaging data.
Properties
| Property | Description | Data Type |
|---|---|---|
| staining | 'manual' or Model version of the autostainer instrument used for tissue sample labeling. |
<
string
>
|
| staining_date | Date on which slide staining was processed. |
<
string
: date
>
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| imaging_date | Date on which imaging experiment was analyzed. |
<
string
: date
>
|
| imaging_status | Imaging experiment's successful completion. |
<
string
>
|
imaging_data.full.json
{
"$id": "imaging_data",
"$schema": "metaschema/strict_meta_schema.json#",
"description": "Shared schema for experiments involving the use of imaging data.",
"inheritableBase": true,
"properties": {
"imaging_date": {
"description": "Date on which imaging experiment was analyzed.",
"format": "date",
"type": "string"
},
"imaging_status": {
"description": "Imaging experiment's successful completion.",
"enum": [
"Yes",
"No"
],
"type": "string"
},
"staining": {
"description": "'manual' or Model version of the autostainer instrument used for tissue sample labeling.",
"enum": [
"manual",
"Bond RX"
],
"type": "string"
},
"staining_date": {
"description": "Date on which slide staining was processed.",
"format": "date",
"type": "string"
}
},
"title": "Imaging Data",
"type": "object"
}


What is your take on the DBA/EDA experience?
The experience so far has been good. I like the philosophy of the academy, focussing on our soft skills and personal development alongside the technical aspects of coding.
What are your impressions?
It's not going to be easy. There's a lot of work and learning to be done but so far it has been good. The orientation exercises were a useful introduction although I didn't realise how important they were to do until I started. The resources provided are excellent and really interesting making time management difficult.
How do you see yourself engaging with this type of culture?
In Shereef's Fireside chat, he described his course as being transformative for many people. I love the idea of being part of a group, learning together and contributing to the overall experience of the bootcamp cohort.
Are you excited to participate in this kind of learning environment? Does it make you nervous
I am nervous about the whole thing but I guess it's expected. If the first 3 days of phase 0 are anything to go by, there will be times of extreme frustration mixed in with a great sense of acheivement when things work out. Many highs and lows. I'm excited about meeting my cohort and going on this journey together.


The Dirty Bird
SLpM - Significant Strikes Landed per Minute
Str. Acc. - Significant Striking Accuracy
SApM - Significant Strikes Absorbed per Minute
Str. Def. - Significant Strike Defence (the % of opponents strikes that did not land)
TD Avg. - Average Takedowns Landed per 15 minutes
TD Acc. - Takedown Accuracy
TD Def. - Takedown Defense (the % of opponents TD attempts that did not land)
Sub. Avg. - Average Submissions Attempted per 15 minutes
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Nov. 21, 2020 |
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1 0 |
85 71 |
2 0 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Lewis vs. Oleinik Aug. 08, 2020 |
U-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
|
0 1 |
41 49 |
1 0 |
0 1 |
UFC Fight Night: Anderson vs. Blachowicz Feb. 15, 2020 |
SUB Guillotine Choke |
2 |
3:37 |
||
|
1 0 |
23 13 |
0 0 |
1 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Overeem vs. Rozenstruik Dec. 07, 2019 |
SUB Guillotine Choke |
1 |
2:38 |
||
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0 1 |
31 32 |
1 0 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Lewis vs. Dos Santos Mar. 09, 2019 |
KO/TKO Punch |
1 |
4:50 |
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0 0 |
19 6 |
2 0 |
0 0 |
The Ultimate Fighter: Heavy Hitters Finale Nov. 30, 2018 |
KO/TKO Punches |
1 |
1:18 |
||
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1 0 |
129 87 |
0 0 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Machida vs. Anders Feb. 03, 2018 |
S-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
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0 0 |
91 88 |
0 1 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Werdum vs. Tybura Nov. 18, 2017 |
S-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
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0 0 |
64 32 |
0 0 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Chiesa vs. Lee Jun. 25, 2017 |
U-DEC
|
3 |
5:00 |
||
|
0 0 |
9 12 |
0 6 |
0 1 |
UFC Fight Night: Belfort vs. Gastelum Mar. 11, 2017 |
SUB Rear Naked Choke |
2 |
2:38 |
||
|
0 1 |
17 6 |
1 1 |
0 0 |
Dec. 30, 2016 |
CNC
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1 |
3:33 |
||
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0 0 |
71 33 |
0 2 |
0 0 |
Aug. 20, 2016 |
KO/TKO Punches |
2 |
2:56 |
||
|
1 0 |
37 20 |
0 3 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Namajunas vs. VanZant Dec. 10, 2015 |
KO/TKO Punch |
2 |
0:21 |
||
|
0 0 |
16 25 |
0 1 |
0 1 |
Jul. 11, 2015 |
SUB Guillotine Choke |
1 |
4:44 |
||
|
1 0 |
48 39 |
2 0 |
1 0 |
UFC on FOX: Machida vs Rockhold Apr. 18, 2015 |
SUB Arm Triangle |
3 |
3:41 |
||
|
2 0 |
23 7 |
0 0 |
0 0 |
Feb. 28, 2015 |
KO/TKO Punch |
1 |
2:17 |
||
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0 0 |
43 36 |
1 1 |
0 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Machida vs Dollaway Dec. 20, 2014 |
S-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
|
0 0 |
85 61 |
1 0 |
0 0 |
Jul. 26, 2014 |
U-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
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0 0 |
30 29 |
3 4 |
1 0 |
UFC Fight Night: Brown vs Silva May. 10, 2014 |
U-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
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0 0 |
38 25 |
0 6 |
0 0 |
Jul. 27, 2013 |
U-DEC
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3 |
5:00 |
||
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0 0 |
43 50 |
0 6 |
0 0 |
UFC on FOX: Henderson vs Melendez Apr. 20, 2013 |
U-DEC
|
3 |
5:00 |
||
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2 0 |
26 5 |
0 0 |
0 0 |
Jun. 08, 2012 |
KO/TKO Punches |
1 |
1:06 |
||
|
0 0 |
83 28 |
0 0 |
0 0 |
UFC on FUEL TV: Sanchez vs Ellenberger Feb. 15, 2012 |
U-DEC
|
3 |
5:00 |


Amazon Cognito UserPool AdminCreateUserConfig
AdminCreateUserConfig
is a property of the AWS::Cognito::UserPool
resource. The AdminCreateUserConfig
property configures the AdminCreateUser
requests for an Amazon Cognito User Pool.
Syntax
JSON
{ "AllowAdminCreateUserOnly" :
Boolean
, "InviteMessageTemplate" :MessageTemplateType
, "UnusedAccountValidityDays" :Number
}
YAML
AllowAdminCreateUserOnly:
Boolean
InviteMessageTemplate:MessageTemplateType
UnusedAccountValidityDays:Number
Properties
AllowAdminCreateUserOnly
-
Set to True if only the administrator is allowed to create user profiles. Set to False if users can sign themselves up via an app.
Type: Boolean
Required: No
InviteMessageTemplate
-
The message template to be used for the welcome message to new users.
Type: Amazon Cognito UserPool InviteMessageTemplate
Required: No
UnusedAccountValidityDays
-
The user account expiration limit, in days, after which the account is no longer usable. To reset the account after that time limit, you must call AdminCreateUser again, specifying
RESEND
for theMessageAction
parameter. The default value for this parameter is 7.Type: Number
Required: No


Tykki Etchie Ayiri
As a developer and educator with a passion for community building, I strongly believe that every member of our society should have access to high-quality education and technology resources. Unfortunately, many communities in Chicago are underserved in terms of technology education and resources, which creates a significant disadvantage for individuals in these communities. Therefore, I am committed to reaching out to these communities and providing them with the support they need to succeed.
By working with and becoming affiliated with local organizations and other organizations larger in scope to create technology education programs that are accessible to individuals in underserved areas. This has involved providing workshops and training sessions that cover topics such as web development, coding, and digital literacy through the TechCorps Student Web Corps Program and the Google Next Code Pilot Program. Additionally, I aspire to identify and provide resources such as computers and internet access to individuals who may not have access to these resources. By doing so, I hope to empower individuals and youth in underserved communities and provide them with the tools they need to succeed in the digital age.


An Address is a number a microcontroller uses refer to specific memory locations. Similar to an apartment building with unit numbers to refer to specific apartments.
Each address refers to a specific "bank" of flip-flops in the memory hardware. And of course, each flip-flop in the bank holds a single bit.
The number of flip flops, or bits, at a single address depends on the microcontroller. Byte Addressable microcontrollers contain eight bits at every address.
Another common kind of microcontroller is a Word Addressable microcontroller. The number of bits in a "word" of memory varies by microncontroller, and is given by the manufacturer. 32-bit words are fairly typical. A word addressable microcontroller with 32-bit words, contains, of course, 32 bits at every address.
Remember that an address, at the end of the day, is just a number (just like a room number.) The difference is that instead of interpreting the number as a value, we interpret it as a reference to a location.
The Address Operator (*), is used in C to specify that a variable should be interpreted as an address.
void incrimentData(void)
(
//The address operator (or "Star" operator)
//is placed in front of the variable name
//to indicte the variable is an address.
uint32_t * addressOfData;
//To read or write the variable alone,
//Use it without the address operator.
addressOfData = NULL;
//The address is not usually hard-coded
//like shown here.
//This is to demonstrate that the address is
//a normal variable that can be written to.
addressOfData = 0xFFA40043;
uint32_t data = 0;
//Data is read from the address by placing
// the address operator in front of the variable.
data = *addressOfData;
//This is also acceptable syntax.
data = * addressOfData;
//An example operation on the data.
data = data + 1;
//Data is written to the address the same way,
//with the address operator in front of the
//variable name.
*addressOfData = data;
)
In the above example, the address was hard-coded. Usually, useful memory addresses will be defined for you in a header file that came from the microcontroller manufacturer.
#ifndef ADDRESSES_H
#define ADDRESSES_H
#define TIMER_REGISTER_ADDRESS 0xFFA40043
#define HEADER_REGISTER_ADDRESS 0xFFA30213
//ect...
#endif
It is a good idea to use these definitions, as it improves code readability, and will make the code a little more portable.
#include "Addresses.h"
void incrimentData(void)
{
uint32_t * timerReg = TIMER_REGISTER_ADDRESS;
uint32_t * headerReg = HEADER_REGISTER_ADDRESS;
uint32_t data;
data = *timerReg;
data = data + 1;
*headerReg = data;
}
Remember it is only possible to read or write all the bits at an address at once, In order to set or clear a single bit in memory, We will need a way to "select" a single bit from a group of bits. This is done with a mask .
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PREGLQ(1) SHTOOLS 2.6 PREGLQ(1)
PreGLQ
PreGLQ - Calculate the weights and nodes used in integrating a function by Gauss-Legendre quadrature.
SYNOPSIS
SUBROUTINE PreGLQ ( LOWER, UPPER, N, ZERO, W ) REAL*8 LOWER, UPPER, ZERO(LMAX+1), W(LMAX+1) INTEGER N
DESCRIPTION
PreGLQ will calculate the weights and zeros used to integrate a function using Gauss-Legendre quadrature. For N quadrature points, the integration will be exact if the function is a polynomial of degree 2N-1, or less. The quadrature nodes correspond to the zeros of the Legendre polynomial of degree N. The number of quadrature points required to integrate a polynomial of degree L can be determined by a call to NGLQ. To integrate a function between the bounds LOWER and UPPER it is only necessary to calculate the sum of the function evaluated at the nodes ZERO multiplied by the weights. That's it!
ARGUMENTS
LOWER (input) REAL*8 The lower bound of the integration. UPPER (input) REAL*8 The upper bound of the integration. N (input) INTEGER The number of integration points to use. This will integrate exactly a polynomial of degree 2*N-1. ZERO (output) REAL*8, DIMENSION (N) The zeros used in the Gauss-Legendre quadrature. W (output) REAL*8, DIMENSION (N) The weights used in the Gauss-Legendre quadrature.
NOTES
This is a slightly modified version of the algorithm that was published in NUMERICAL RECIPES.
SEE ALSO
nglq(1), nglqsh(1), nglqshn(1) <http://www.ipgp.jussieu.fr/~wieczor/SHTOOLS/SHTOOLS.html>
REFERENCES
Press, W.H., S.A. Teukolsky, W.T. Vetterling, and B.P. Flannery, Numerical Recipes in FORTRAN: The Art of Scientific Computing, 2nd ed., Cambridge Univ. Press, Cambridge, UK, 1992.
COPYRIGHT AND LICENSE
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Is it possible to decide whether two types are equal?
no
That makes me sad
local attribute [instance] classical.dec
Cheers, but I wanted to use it in a program
Instead I think I'm going to have to concoct some user_notation
trickery to get the same syntax
I've heard it said here that even nat = int
is undecidable
independent, even
I've heard it said here that even
nat = int
is undecidable
How exactly are we defining equality of types?
As defined in Lean. If you separately define two inductive types of the same size, their equality will be independent.
I guess the lesson is to stay in expr
-land if you're trying to do something programmatically like this (e.g. either its a expr.const `bool []
or its not)
Well, it depends on what you mean. That will not get id bool = bool
sure yep
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Swe 642 Assignment 1
This website is created for swe 642 assingnments and coursework.
Major
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public interface IScanSummary
IScanSummary
represents the summary
of a scan.| Modifier and Type | Method and Description |
|---|---|
int |
getNumberComponentsProcessed()
Returns the number of components being scanned.
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int |
getNumberComponentsShared()
Returns the value of the 'Number Components Shared' attribute.
|
long |
getNumberFilesDeleted()
Returns the number of files that their source code data was deleted.
|
long |
getNumberFilesProcessed()
Returns the number of files being processed by the scan.
|
long |
getNumberFilesScanned()
Returns the number of files being scanned.
|
long |
getNumberFilesSkipped()
Returns the number of files being skipped from scanning.
|
java.util.List<com.ibm.team.enterprise.scd.common.model.IComponentEntry> |
getSharedComponents()
Returns the component being shared in a scan.
|
void |
setNumberComponentsProcessed(int numComponents)
Set the number of components being scanned.
|
void |
setNumberComponentsShared(int value)
Sets the value of the '
Number Components Shared ' attribute. |
void |
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Second messenger up-regulation of androgen receptor gene transcription is absent in androgen insensitive human prostatic carcinoma cell lines, PC-3 and DU-145.
Abstract
A theoretical pathway of transcriptional regulation of the androgen receptor (AR) gene is via a cAMP response element (CRE) present in its promoter region (-508 to -501). After 20 h of stimulation with 8-bromo-cAMP, AR mRNA was upregulated in LNCaP but not in either PC-3 or DU-145 cell lines. We have demonstrated that the level of CRE binding protein (CREB) was the same in all cell lines and that the putative AR-CRE forms specific and compatible protein interactions with CREB. The ability to regulate AR gene transcription via the second messenger pathway is lost in the PC-3 and DU-145 cell lines. This may be an important primary mechanism of androgen insensitivity in prostate cancer.


{% extends "account/base.html" %} {% load i18n %} {% block content_head %}
{% blocktrans %} The password reset link was invalid, possibly because it has already been used. Please request a new password reset. {% endblocktrans %}
{% else %} {% if form %}{% blocktrans %} Your password must be at least 8 characters in length. {% endblocktrans %}
{% else %}{% trans 'Your password is now changed.' %}
{% endif %} {% endif %}


Our Prisons are Full of Men The Hill Times View project Too Many Rural Canadian Communities Are Losing Young Men To Suicide Huffington Post View project Reporting On Suicide 3 Years After Robin Williams Huffington Post View project Community-Based Programs Can Help Reduce Male Suicide Huffington Post / The Hill Times / The Province View project Multimedia Editorials Video Trois ans plus tard: Robin Williams et la couverture sur l’acte que l’on tait The Huffington Post View project Investir dans des projets collectifs pour réduire le suicide Huffington Post / Policy Options View project Multimedia Video


Previous year Data analysis
Steel Plant Data Processing
Input:
Input to process Data
Provide target Year:
we need this year to process at back.
Provide Number of Tons for steel:
we need this number of Tons to process at back.
Predict
Provide Number of Tons for Pig iron:
we need this number of Tons to process at back.
Predict
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BigInteger id
float yearsOfExperience
Person person
Expertise expertise
Date dateFrom
Date dateTo
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String expertise
Locale locale
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NodeJS has many uses, but what about taking the traditional web development offline and developing NodeJS application for the desktop. This talk introduces Electron. A nifty framework which makes desktop application development with NodeJS a breeze and stretches the horizon for businesses and developers to offer desktop applications as solutions to client and business needs.
Watch Bernard Baker (BTAB @bernibear2000) walk you through the development of a production ready application which is being used at Sky which converts videos into sprite sheets for use by online display campaigns.
Bernard Baker is an aspiring programmer who has been coding for over ten years. Currently working as a Digital Innovations Specialist - dreaming up new product ideas, mentoring programmers and investigating new technologies for their benefits in his business domain.
We loved it last month when people stood up with ad hoc talks, tips and tool walkthroughs. Much fun and entertainment all round. (If you missed it - check all last month's videos here)
This month it's your turn. For 3-8 minutes, the mic is yours. Add your name and topic as a comment in this issue. Or turn up on the night and we will try fit you in...
Also, as usual: community announcements, open source projects, job hunters and offers will have a chance on the mic.
The LNUG website uses AppCache with the help of app-cache-nanny but with its upcoming depreciation I’ve been investigating how Service Workers might improve the experience as well as as ensuring the site continues to work when you’re offline.
In this talk I will explain how the LNUG website gets built, how it uses appCache / service workers and some of the things I’ve learned along the way.
I'm a remote Javascript engineer, part time conference organiser and my opinions can often be found on twitter: @simonmcmanus.


"Puerto Rico Desde La Azotea" is a panorama viewer Website looking through the rooftops of Puerto Rico.
You can upload your own 360 panorama.


Er Vaibhav Sharma |
HII!! I am a studant at NITH, I love to play video games,teach and learn new things about web dev and computers.Currently I am pursueing my Btech at NITH in Engineering Physics branch,but i want to dive deep in the computer science feild.
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| 1 | Completed School in 2019 |
| 2 | Will Complete B.tech in 2023 |
| Java | ⭐⭐ | Teaching | ⭐⭐⭐ |
| Gaming | ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | Speaking | ⭐⭐ |


Hiding third-party dependencies with protocols and extensions
There are plenty of discussions on the Internet about using third-party dependencies in your apps. The first part of developers suggest ignoring the usage of libraries and write all the code yourself. The second part recommends using third-party dependencies to speed up app development.
Sometimes it is better to use a well-tested library, rather than implementing it yourself. A good example here is Cryptography. Cryptography is hard, and it is effortless to make a mistake during the implementation of some common cryptography algorithms. It is an excellent example of a situation where we should use a third-party library.
But here we can face another problem when the author of the library abandoned it or didn’t update for the next Swift version. In this case, we have to replace this library with another one or implement our solution. It can be tough to remove the library if you use it across the codebase.
So this week we will talk about two techniques which help us to hide our third-party dependencies and make them easy to replace and refactor.
Extensions
Most of our apps fetch and display some data via API, very often we have some image URLs which should be downloaded and cached on the disk/memory. There are a lot of great libraries for downloading and caching images from the internet. Most famous is Kingfisher.
It has an extension for UIImageView class which brings setImage method. We can easily use this method anywhere in our codebase by importing Kingfisher framework and calling setImage method on UIImageView.
Assume that we need to replace KingFisher with another library like AlamofireImage. In this case, we have to go through the codebase, replace all Kingfisher imports and setImage method calls to AlamofireImage import and af_setImage method calls respectively. It is going to be tremendous work in case of a huge codebase. Let’s check how we can use extensions to fix this problem.
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import UIKit
import Kingfisher
extension UIImageView {
func setImage(from url: URL) {
kf.setImage(with: url)
}
}
As you can see in the code sample above, we create an UIImageView extension with setImage method, which calls KingFisher framework’s setImage method. Using this extension across the project give us an opportunity to replace KingFisher framework with any other library with a single file change. The only thing we need to change is the implementation of our setImage method.
Protocols
Another excellent example of a third-party dependency can be a Keychain access library. Keychain is the safest place on iOS device to keep user sensitive data like access tokens and passwords.  Here is an example of KeychainSwift library usage.
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keychain.set("hello world", forKey: "my key")
keychain.get("my key") // Returns "hello world"
KeychainSwift library provides nice key-value API for Keychain access. But I don’t want to expose library usage across the codebase. Let’s create a protocol which defines user sensitive datastore and hides library usage.
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protocol TokenStore {
var accessToken: String { get set }
var refreshToken: String { get set }
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extension KeychainSwift: TokenStore {
private enum Keys {
static let accessToken = "accessToken"
static let refreshToken = "refreshToken"
}
var accessToken: String {
get { return get(Keys.accessToken) }
set { set(newValue, forKey: Keys.accessToken) }
}
var refreshToken: String {
get { return get(Keys.refreshToken) }
set { set(newValue, forKey: Keys.refreshToken)}
}
}
And now we can pass TokenStore protocol across our codebase instead of exposing usage of KeychainSwift library.
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class AuthenticationService {
private let tokenStore: TokenStore
init(tokenStore: TokenStore) {
self.tokenStore = tokenStore
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func fetchToken(for credentials: Credentials) {
// Save tokens here
// tokenStore.accessToken =
// tokenStore.refreshToken =
}
}
The single place which knows about KeychainSwift library should be a dependency container which creates AuthenticationService object. More about Dependency Injection we will talk in the next posts.
Conclusion
Today we discussed how we could use protocols and extensions to build tiny abstractions which hide third-party dependencies and make our codebase safer.


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