The farmhouse door shook under furious blows from outside; the heavy bar across the door jumped in its brackets. Beyond the window next to the door moved the heavy-muzzled silhouette of a Trolloc. There were windows everywhere, and more shadowy shapes outside. Not shadowy enough, though. Rand could still make them out.
The windows, he thought desperately. He backed away from the door, clutching his sword before him in both hands. Even if the door holds, they can break in the windows. Why aren’t they trying the windows?
With a deafening metallic screech, one of the brackets pulled partly away from the doorframe, hanging loose on nails ripped a finger’s width out of the wood. The bar quivered from another blow, and the nails squealed again.
“We have to stop them!” Rand shouted. Only we can’t. We can’t stop them. He looked around for a way to run, but there was only the one door. The room was a box. Only one door, and so many windows. “We have to do something. Something!”
“It’s too late,” Mat said. “Don’t you understand?” His grin looked odd on a bloodless pale face, and the hilt of a dagger stood out from his chest, the ruby that capped it blazing as if it held fire. The gem had more life than his face. “It’s too late for us to change anything.”
“I’ve finally gotten rid of them,” Perrin said, laughing. Blood streamed down his face like a flood of tears from his empty sockets. He held out red hands, trying to make Rand look at what he held. “I’m free, now. It’s over.”
“It’s never over, al’Thor,” Padan Fain cried, capering in the middle of the floor. “The battle’s never done.”
The door exploded in splinters, and Rand ducked away from the flying shards of wood. Two red-clad Aes Sedai stepped through, bowing their master in. A mask the color of dried blood covered Ba’alzamon’s face, but Rand could see the flames of his eyes through the eyeslits; he could hear the roaring fires of Ba’alzamon’s mouth.
“It is not yet done between us, al’Thor,” Ba’alzamon said, and he and Fain spoke together as one, “For you, the battle is never done.”
With a strangled gasp Rand sat up on the floor, clawing his way awake. It seemed he could still hear Fain’s voice, as sharp as if the peddler were standing beside him. It’s never over. The battle’s never done.
Bleary-eyed, he looked around to convince himself that he was still hidden away where Egwene had left him, bedded down on a pallet in a corner of her room. The dim light of a single lamp suffused the room, and he was surprised to see Nynaeve, knitting in a rocking chair on the other side of the lone bed, its covers still in place. It was night outside.
 She had not given up on home. Her face was calm, and she seemed aware of nothing except her knitting as she rocked gently. The steady click-click of her knitting needles was the only sound. The rug silenced the rocking chair.
There had been nights of late when he had wished for a carpet on the cold stone floor of his room, but in Shienar men’s rooms were always bare and stark. The walls here had two tapestries, mountain scenes with waterfalls, and flower-embroidered curtains alongside the arrowslits. Cut flowers, white morningstars, stood in a flat, round vase on the table by the bed, and more nodded in glazed white sconces on the walls. A tall mirror stood in a corner, and another hung over the washstand, with its blue-striped pitcher and bowl. He wondered why Egwene needed two mirrors; there was none in his room, and he did not miss it. There was only one lamp lit, but four more stood around the room, which was nearly as large as the one he shared with Mat and Perrin. Egwene had it alone.
Without looking up, Nynaeve said, “If you sleep in the afternoon, you can’t expect to sleep at night.”
He frowned, though she could not see it. At least, he thought she could not. She was only a few years older than he, but being Wisdom added fifty years of authority. “I needed a place to hide, and I was tired,” he said, then quickly added, “I didn’t just come here. Egwene invited me into the women’s apartments.”
Nynaeve lowered her knitting and gave him an amused smile. She was a pretty woman. That was something he would never have noticed back home; one just did not think of a Wisdom that way. “The Light help me, Rand, you are becoming more Shienaran every day. Invited into the women’s apartments, indeed.” She sniffed. “Any day now, you’ll start talking about your honor, and asking peace to favor your sword.” He colored, and hoped she did not notice in the dim light. She eyed his sword, its hilt sticking out of the long bundle beside him on the floor. He knew she did not approve of the sword, of any sword, but she said nothing about it for once. “Egwene told me why you need a place to hide. Don’t worry. We will keep you hidden from the Amyrlin, or from any other Aes Sedai, if that is what you want.”
She met his eyes and jerked hers away, but not before he saw her uneasiness. Her doubt. That’s right, I can channel the Power. A man wielding the One Power! You ought to be helping the Aes Sedai hunt me down and gentle me.
Scowling, he straightened the leather jerkin Egwene had found for him and twisted around so he could lean back against the wall. “As soon as I can, I will hide in a cart, or sneak out. You won’t have to hide me long.” Nynaeve did not say anything; she fixed on her knitting, making an angry sound when she dropped a stitch. “Where is Egwene?”
She let the knitting fall onto her lap. “I don’t know why I am even trying tonight. I can’t keep track of my stitches for some reason. She has gone down to see Padan Fain. She thinks seeing faces he knows might help him.”
“Mine certainly did not. She ought to stay away from him. He’s dangerous.”
“She wants to help him,” Nynaeve said calmly. “Remember, she was training to be my assistant, and being a Wisdom is not all predicting the weather. Healing is part of it, too. Egwene has the desire to heal, the need to. And if Padan Fain is so dangerous, Moiraine would have said something—”
He barked a laugh. “You didn’t ask her. Egwene admitted it, and I can just see you asking permission for anything.”  He refused to apologize, though. They were a long way from home, and he did not see how she could go on being Wisdom of Emond’s Field if she was going to Tar Valon. “Have they started to search for me, yet? Egwene is not sure they will, but Lan says the Amyrlin Seat is here because of me, and I think I’ll take his opinion over hers.”
For a moment Nynaeve did not answer. Instead she fussed with her skeins of yarn. Finally she said, “I am not sure. One of the serving women came a little while ago. To turn down the bed, she said. As if Egwene would be going to sleep already, with the feast for the Amyrlin tonight. I sent her away; she didn’t see you.”
“Nobody turns your bed down for you in the men’s quarters.” She gave him a level look, one that would have set him stammering a year ago. He shook his head. “They wouldn’t use the maids to look for me, Nynaeve.”
“When I went to the buttery for a cup of milk earlier, there were too many women in the halls. Those who are attending the feast should have been getting dressed, and the others should either have been helping them or getting ready to serve, or to . . . ” She frowned worriedly. “There’s more than enough work for everybody with the Amyrlin here. And they were not just here in the women’s apartments. I saw the Lady Amalisa herself coming out of a storeroom near the buttery with her face all over dust.”
“That’s ridiculous. Why would she be part of a search? Or any of the women, for that matter. They’d be using Lord Agelmar’s soldiers, and the Warders. And the Aes Sedai. They must just be doing something for the feast.  The men I saw didn’t know what the women were doing either. I heard some of them complaining about having to do all the work by themselves. I know it makes no sense that they were looking for you. None of the Aes Sedai seemed to be taking any interest. But Amalisa was not readying herself for the feast by dirtying her dress in a storeroom. They were looking for something, something important. Even if she began right after I saw her, she would barely have time to bathe and change. Speaking of which, if Egwene doesn’t come back soon, she’ll have to choose between changing and being late.”
For the first time, he realized that Nynaeve was not wearing the Two Rivers woolens he was used to. Her dress was pale blue silk, embroidered in snowdrop blossoms around the neck and down the sleeves. Each blossom centered on a small pearl, and her belt was tooled in silver, with a silver buckle set with pearls. He had never seen her in anything like that. Even feastday clothes back home might not match it.
“You’re going to the feast?”
“Of course. Even if Moiraine had not said I should, I would never let her think I was . . . ” Her eyes lit up fiercely for a moment, and he knew what she meant. Nynaeve would never let anyone think she was afraid, even if she was. Certainly not Moiraine, and especially not Lan. He hoped she did not know he was aware of her feelings for the Warder.
After a moment her gaze softened as it fell on the sleeve of her dress. “The Lady Amalisa gave me this,” she said so softly he wondered if she was speaking to herself. She stroked the silk with her fingers, outlining the embroidered flowers, smiling, lost in thought.
“It’s very pretty on you, Nynaeve. You’re pretty tonight.” He winced as soon as he said it. Any Wisdom was touchy about her authority, but Nynaeve was touchier than most. The Women’s Circle back home had always looked over her shoulder because she was young, and maybe because she was pretty, and her fights with the Mayor and the Village Council had been the stuff of stories.
She jerked her hand away from the embroidery and glared at him, brows lowering. He spoke quickly to forestall her.
“They can’t keep the gates barred forever. Once they are opened, I will be gone, and the Aes Sedai will never find me. Perrin says there are places in the Black Hills and the Caralain Grass you can go for days without seeing a soul. Maybe—maybe I can figure out what to do about . . . ” He shrugged uncomfortably. There was no need to say it, not to her. “And if I can’t, there’ll be no one to hurt.”
Nynaeve was silent for a moment, then she said slowly, “I am not so sure, Rand. I can’t say you look like more than another village boy to me, but Moiraine insists you are ta’veren, and I don’t think she believes the Wheel is finished with you. The Dark One seems—”
“Shai’tan is dead,” he said harshly, and abruptly the room seemed to lurch. He grabbed his head as waves of dizziness sloshed through him.
“You fool!  Naming the Dark One, bringing his attention down on you!  He swallowed. The dizziness was already fading. “All right, all right. Ba’alzamon, if you want. But he’s dead; I saw him die, saw him burn.”
“And I wasn’t watching you when the Dark One’s eye fell on you just now? Don’t tell me you felt nothing, or I’ll box your ears; I saw your face.”
“He’s dead,” Rand insisted. The unseen watcher flashed through his head, and the wind on the tower top. He shivered. “Strange things happen this close to the Blight.”
“You are a fool, Rand al’Thor.” She shook a fist at him. “I would box your ears for you if I thought it would knock any sense—”
The rest of her words were swallowed as bells crashed out ringing all over the keep.
He bounded to his feet. “That’s an alarm! They’re searching . . .
Nynaeve stood more slowly, shaking her head uneasily. “No, I don’t think so. If they are searching for you, all the bells do is warn you. No, if it’s an alarm, it is not for you.”
“Then what?” He hurried to the nearest arrowslit and peered out.
Lights darted through the night-cloaked keep like fireflies, lamps and torches dashing here and there. Some went to the outer walls and towers, but most of those that he could see milled through the garden below and the one courtyard he could just glimpse part of. Whatever had caused the alarm was inside the keep. The bells fell silent, unmasking the shouts of men, but he could not make out what they were calling.
If it isn’t for me . . . “Egwene,” he said suddenly. If she’s still alive, if there’s any evil, it’s supposed to come to me.
Nynaeve turned from looking through another arrowslit. “What?”
“Egwene.” He crossed the room in quick strides and snatched his sword and scabbard free of the bundle. Light, it’s supposed to hurt me, not her. “She’s in the dungeon with Fain. What if he’s loose somehow?”
She caught him at the door, grabbing his arm. She was not as tall as his shoulder, but she held on like iron.  Even if this doesn’t have anything to do with you, the women are looking for something! Light, man, this is the women’s apartments. There will be Aes Sedai out there in the halls, likely as not. Egwene will be all right. She was going to take Mat and Perrin with her. Even if she met trouble, they would look after her.”
“What if she couldn’t find them, Nynaeve? Egwene would never let that stop her. She would go alone, the same as you, and you know it. Light, I told her Fain is dangerous! Burn me, I told her!” Pulling free, he jerked open the door and dashed out. Light burn me, it’s supposed to hurt me!
A woman screamed at the sight of him, in a laborer’s coarse shirt and jerkin with a sword in his hand. Even invited, men did not go armed in the women’s apartments unless the keep was under attack. Women filled the corridor, serving women in the black-and-gold, ladies of the keep in silks and laces, women in embroidered shawls with long fringes, all talking loudly at the same time, all demanding to know what was happening. Crying children clung to skirts everywhere. He plunged through them, dodging where he could, muttering apologies to those he shouldered aside, trying to ignore their startled stares.
One of the women in a shawl turned to go back into her room, and he saw the back of her shawl, saw the gleaming white teardrop in the middle of her back. Suddenly he recognized faces he had seen in the outer courtyard. Aes Sedai, staring at him in alarm, now.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“Is the keep under attack? Answer me, man!”
“He’s no soldier. Who is he? What’s happening?”
“It’s the young southland lord!”
“Someone stop him!”
Fear pushed his lips back, baring his teeth, but he kept moving, and tried to move faster.
Then a woman came out into the hall, face-to-face with him, and he stopped in spite of himself. He recognized that face above the rest; he thought he would remember it if he lived forever. The Amyrlin Seat. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and she started back. Another Aes Sedai, the tall woman he had seen with the staff, put herself between him and the Amyrlin, shouting something at him that he could not make out over the increasing babble.
She knows. Light help me, she knows. Moiraine told her. Snarling, he ran on. Light, just let me make sure Egwene’s safe before they . . . He heard shouting behind him, but he did not listen.
There was enough turmoil around him out in the keep. Men running for the courtyards with swords in hand, never looking at him. Over the clamor of alarm bells, he could make out other noises, now. Shouts. Screams. Metal ringing on metal. He had just time to realize they were the sounds of battle—Fighting?
Hairy snouts distorted otherwise human faces, and one of them had ram’s horns. They bared teeth, raising scythe-like swords as they sped toward him.
The hallway that had been full of running men a moment before was empty now except for the three Trollocs and himself. Caught by surprise, he unsheathed his sword awkwardly, tried Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose. Shaken at finding Trollocs in the heart of Fal Dara keep, he did the form so badly Lan would have stalked off in disgust. A bear-snouted Trolloc evaded it easily, bumping the other two off stride for just an instant.
Suddenly there were a dozen Shienarans rushing past him at the Trollocs, men half dressed in finery for the feast, but swords at the ready. The bear-snouted Trolloc snarled as it died, and its companions ran, pursued by shouting men waving steel. Shouts and screams filled the air from everywhere.
Egwene!
Rand turned deeper into the keep, running down halls empty of life, though now and again a dead Trolloc lay on the floor. Or a dead man.
Then he came to a crossing of corridors, and to his left was the tail end of a fight. Six top-knotted men lay bleeding and still, and a seventh was dying. The Myrddraal gave its sword an extra twist as it pulled the blade free of the man’s belly, and the soldier screamed as he dropped his sword and fell. The Fade moved with viperous grace, the serpent illusion heightened by the armor of black, overlapping, plates that covered its chest. It turned, and that pale, eyeless face studied Rand. It started toward him, smiling a bloodless smile, not hurrying. It had no need to hurry for one man alone.
He felt rooted where he stood; his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. The look of the Eyeless is fear. That was what they said along the Border. His hands shook as he raised his sword. He never even thought of assuming the void. Light, it just killed seven armed soldiers together. Light, what am I going to do! Light!
Abruptly the Myrddraal stopped, its smile gone.
“This one is mine, Rand.” Rand gave a start as Ingtar stepped up beside him, dark and stocky in a yellow feastday coat, sword held in both hands. Ingtar’s dark eyes never left the Fade’s face; if the Shienaran felt the fear of that gaze, he gave no sign. “Try yourself on a Trolloc or two,” he said softly, “before you face one of these.”
“I was coming down to see if Egwene is safe. She was going to the dungeon to visit Fain, and—”
“Then go see to her.”
Rand swallowed. “We’ll take it together, Ingtar.”
“You aren’t ready for this. Go see to your girl. Go! You want Trollocs to find her unprotected?”
For a moment Rand hung there, undecided. The Fade had raised its sword, for Ingtar. A silent snarl twisted Ingtar’s mouth, but Rand knew it was not fear. And Egwene could be alone in the dungeon with Fain, or worse. Still he felt ashamed as he ran for the stairs that led underground. He knew a Fade’s look could make any man afraid, but Ingtar had conquered the dread. His stomach still felt knotted.
The corridors beneath the keep were silent, and feebly lit by flickering, far-spaced lamps on the walls. He slowed as he came closer to the dungeons, creeping as silently as he could on his toes. The grate of his boots on the bare stone seemed to fill his ears. The door to the dungeons stood cracked open a handbreadth. It should have been closed and bolted.
Staring at the door, he tried to swallow and could not.  If Egwene was in there and in trouble, shouting would only warn whoever was endangering her. Or whatever. Taking a deep breath, he set himself.
In one motion he pushed the door wide open with the scabbard in his left hand and threw himself into the dungeon, tucking his shoulder under to roll through the straw covering the floor and come to his feet, spinning this way and that too quickly to get a clear picture of the room, looking desperately for anyone who might attack him, looking for Egwene. There was no one there.
 On either side of the still-burning lamp, as if to make a centerpiece, sat the heads of the guards in two pools of blood. Their eyes stared at him, wide with fear, and their mouths gaped in a last scream no one could hear. Rand gagged and doubled over; his stomach heaved again and again as he vomited into the straw.
Slowly he became aware of the rest of the room, only half seen and not taken in during his hasty search for an attacker. Bloody lumps of flesh lay scattered through the straw. There was nothing he could recognize as human except the two heads. Some of the pieces looked chewed. So that’s what happened to the rest of their bodies. He was surprised at the calmness of his thoughts, almost as if he had achieved the void without trying. It was the shock, he knew vaguely.
He did not recognize either of the heads; the guards had been changed since he was there earlier. He was glad for that. Knowing who they were, even Changu, would have made it worse. Blood covered the walls, too, but in scrawled letters, single words and whole sentences splashed on every which way. Some were harsh and angular, in a language he did not know, though he recognized Trolloc script. Others he could read, and wished he could not.
“Egwene.” Calmness vanished. Shoving his scabbard through his belt, he snatched the lamp from the table, hardly noticing when the heads toppled over. “Egwene! Where are you?”
He started toward the inner door, took two steps, and stopped, staring. The words on the door, dark and glistening wetly in the light of his lamp, were plain enough.
WE WILL MEET AGAIN ON TOMAN HEAD.
IT IS NEVER OVER, AL’THOR.
His sword dropped from a hand suddenly numb. Never taking his eyes off the door, he bent to pick it up. Instead he grabbed a handful of straw and began scrubbing furiously at the words on the door. Panting, he scrubbed until it was all one bloody smear, but he could not stop.
“What do you do?”
At the sharp voice behind him, he whirled, stooping to seize his sword.
A woman stood in the outer doorway, back stiff with outrage. Her hair was like pale gold, in a dozen or more braids, but her eyes were dark, and sharp on his face. She looked not much older than he, and pretty in a sulky way, but there was a tightness to her mouth he did not like. Then he saw the shawl she had wrapped tightly around her, with its long, red fringe.
Aes Sedai. And Light help me, she’s Red Ajah. “I . . . I was just . . . It’s filthy stuff. Vile.”
“Everything must be left exactly as it is for us to examine. Touch nothing.” She took a step forward, peering at him, and he took one back. “Yes. Yes, as I thought. One of those with Moiraine. What do you have to do with this?” Her gesture took in the heads on the table and the bloody scrawl on the walls.
For a minute he goggled at her. “Me? Nothing! I came down here to find . . . Egwene!”
He turned to open the inner door, and the Aes Sedai shouted, “No! You will answer me!”
Suddenly it was all he could do to stand up, to keep holding the lamp and his sword. Icy cold squeezed at him from all sides. His head felt caught in a frozen vise; he could barely breathe for the pressure on his chest.
“Answer me, boy. Tell me your name.”
Involuntarily he grunted, trying to answer against the chill that seemed to be pressing his face back into his skull, constricting his chest like frozen iron bands. He clenched his jaws to keep the sound in. Painfully he rolled his eyes to glare at her through a blur of tears.  I won’t say a word, the Shadow take you!
“Answer me, boy! Now!”
Frozen needles pierced his brain with agony, grated into his bones. The void formed inside him before he even realized he had thought of it, but it could not hold out the pain. Dimly he sensed light and warmth somewhere in the distance. It flickered queasily, but the light was warm, and he was cold. Distant beyond knowing, but somehow just within reach. Light, so cold. I have to reach . . . what? She’s killing me. I have to reach it, or she’ll kill me. Desperately he stretched toward the light.
“What is going on here?”
Abruptly the cold and the pressure and the needles vanished. His knees sagged, but he forced them stiff. He would not fall to his knees; he would not give her the satisfaction. The void was gone, too, as suddenly as it had come. She was trying to kill me. Panting, he raised his head. Moiraine stood in the doorway.
“I asked what is going on here, Liandrin,” she said.
“I found this boy here,” the Red Aes Sedai replied calmly. “The guards are murdered, and here he is. One of yours. And what are you doing here, Moiraine? The battle is above, not here.”
“I could ask the same of you, Liandrin.” Moiraine looked around the room with only a slight tightening of her mouth for the charnel. “Why are you here?”
Rand turned away from them, awkwardly shoved back the bolts on the inner door and pulled it open. “Egwene came down here,” he announced for anyone who cared, and went in, holding his lamp high. His knees kept wanting to give way; he was not sure how he stayed on his feet, only that he had to find Egwene. “Egwene!”
A hollow gurgle and a thrashing sound came from his right, and he thrust the lamp that way. The prisoner in the fancy coat was sagging against the iron grille of his cell, his belt looped around the bars and then around his neck.  His knees almost touched the floor; he could have stood anytime he wanted to.
Shivering, Rand peered into the next cell. The big man with the sunken knuckles huddled in the back of his cell, eyes as wide as they could open. At the sight of Rand, he screamed and twisted around, clawing frantically at the stone wall.
“I won’t hurt you,” Rand called. The man kept on screaming and digging. His hands were bloody, and his scrabblings streaked across dark, congealed smears. This was not his first attempt to dig through the stone with his bare hands.
Rand turned away, relieved that his stomach was already empty. But there was nothing he could do for either of them. “Egwene!”
His light finally reached the end of the cells. The door to Fain’s cell stood open, and the cell was empty, but it was the two shapes on the stone in front of the cell that made Rand leap forward and drop to his knees between them.
Egwene and Mat lay sprawled bonelessly, unconscious . . . or dead. With a flood of relief he saw their chests rise and fall. There did not seem to be a mark on either of them.
“Egwene? Mat?” Setting the sword down, he shook Egwene gently. “Egwene?” She did not open her eyes. “Moiraine! Egwene’s hurt! And Mat!”  Rand felt almost like crying. It was supposed to hurt me. I named the Dark One. Me!
“Do not move them.” Moiraine did not sound upset, or even surprised.
The chamber was suddenly flooded with light as the two Aes Sedai entered. Each balanced a glowing ball of cool light, floating in the air above her hand.
Liandrin marched straight down the middle of the wide hall, holding her skirts up out of the straw with her free hand, but Moiraine paused to look at the two prisoners before following. “There is nothing to do for the one,” she said, “and the other can wait.”
Liandrin reached Rand first and began to bend toward Egwene, but Moiraine darted in ahead of her and laid her free hand on Egwene’s head. Liandrin straightened with a grimace.
“She is not badly hurt,” Moiraine said after a moment. “She was struck here.” She traced an area on the side of Egwene’s head, covered by her hair; Rand could see nothing different about it. “That is the only injury she has taken. She will be all right.”
Rand looked from one Aes Sedai to the other. “What about Mat?” Liandrin arched an eyebrow at him and turned to watch Moiraine with a wry expression.
“Be quiet,” Moiraine said. Fingers still lying on the area where she said Egwene had been hit, she closed her eyes. Egwene murmured and stirred, then lay still.
“Is she . . . ?”
“She is sleeping, Rand. She will be well, but she must sleep.” Moiraine shifted to Mat, but here she only touched him for a moment before drawing back. “This is more serious,” she said softly. She fumbled at Mat’s waist, pulling his coat open, and made an angry sound. “The dagger is gone.”
“What dagger?” Liandrin asked.
Voices suddenly came from the outer room, men exclaiming in disgust and anger.
“In here,” Moiraine called. “Bring two litters. Quickly.” Someone in the outer room raised a cry for litters.
“Fain is gone,” Rand said.
The two Aes Sedai looked at him. He could read nothing on their faces. Their eyes glittered in the light.
“So I see,” Moiraine said in a flat voice.
“I told her not to come. I told her he was dangerous.”
“When I came,” Liandrin said in a cold voice, “he was destroying the writing in the outer chamber.”
He shifted uneasily on his knees. The Aes Sedai’s eyes seemed alike, now. Measuring and weighing him, cool and terrible.
“It—it was filth,” he said. “Just filth.” They still looked at him, not speaking. “You don’t think I . . . Moiraine, you can’t think I had anything to do with—with what happened out there.” Light, did I? I named the Dark One.
She did not answer, and he felt a chill that was not lessened by men rushing in with torches and lamps.  The lamps and torches did not give as much light; shadows sprang up in the depths of the cells. Men with litters hurried to the figures lying on the floor. Ingtar led them. His topknot almost quivered with anger, and he looked eager to find something on which to use his sword.
“So the Darkfriend is gone, too,” he growled. “Well, it’s the least of what has happened this night.”
“The least even here,” Moiraine said sharply. She directed the men putting Egwene and Mat on the litters. “The girl is to be taken to her room. She needs a woman to watch in case she wakes in the night. She may be frightened, but more than anything else she needs sleep, now. The boy . . . ” She touched Mat as two men lifted his litter, and pulled her hand back quickly. “Take him to the Amyrlin Seat’s chambers. Find the Amyrlin wherever she is, and tell her he is there. Tell her his name is Matrim Cauthon. I will join her as soon as I am able.”
“The Amyrlin!” Liandrin exclaimed. “You think to have the Amyrlin as Healer for your—your pet? You are mad, Moiraine.”
“The Amyrlin Seat,” Moiraine said calmly, “does not share your Red Ajah prejudices, Liandrin. She will Heal a man without need of a special use for him. Go ahead,” she told the litter bearers.
Liandrin watched them leave, Moiraine and the men carrying Mat and Egwene, then turned to stare at Rand. He tried to ignore her. He concentrated on scabbarding his sword and brushing off the straw that clung to his shirt and breeches. When he raised his head, though, she was still studying him, her face as blank as ice. Saying nothing, she turned to consider the other men thoughtfully. One held the body of the hanged man up while another worked to unfasten the belt. Ingtar and the others waited respectfully.
“A hard woman,” Ingtar muttered, then seemed surprised that he had spoken. “What happened here, Rand al’Thor?”
Rand shook his head. “I don’t know, except that Fain escaped somehow. And hurt Egwene and Mat doing it. I saw the guardroom”—he shuddered—“but in here . . . Whatever it was, Ingtar, it scared that fellow bad enough that he hung himself.  Ingtar slammed his sword into its sheath; the hilt stuck up above his right shoulder. He seemed angry and ashamed at the same time. “It’s out of the keep by now, along with the rest of what we could not kill.”
“At least you’re alive, Ingtar. That Fade killed seven men!”
“Alive? Is that so important?” Suddenly Ingtar’s face was no longer angry, but tired and full of pain. “We had it in our hands. In our hands! And we lost it, Rand. Lost it!” He sounded as if he could not believe what he was saying.
“Lost what?” Rand asked.
“The Horn! The Horn of Valere. It’s gone, chest and all.”
“But it was in the strongroom.”
“The strongroom was looted,” Ingtar said wearily. “They did not take much, except for the Horn. What they could stuff in their pockets. I wish they had taken everything else and left that. Ronan is dead, and the watchmen he had guarding the strongroom.” His voice became quiet. “When I was a boy, Ronan held Jehaan Tower with twenty men against a thousand Trollocs. He did not go down easily, though. The old man had blood on his dagger. No man can ask more than that.” He was silent for a moment. “They came in through the Dog Gate, and left the same way. We put an end to fifty or more, but too many escaped. Trollocs! We’ve never before had Trollocs inside the keep. Never!”
“How could they get in through the Dog Gate, Ingtar? One man could stop a hundred there. And all the gates were barred.” He shifted uneasily, remembering why. “The guards would not have opened it to let anybody in.”
“Their throats were cut,” Ingtar said. “Both good men, and yet they were butchered like pigs. It was done from inside. Someone killed them, then opened the gate. Someone who could get close to them without suspicion. Someone they knew.”
Rand looked at the empty cell where Padan Fain had been. “But that means . . . ”
“Yes. There are Darkfriends inside Fal Dara. Or were. We will soon know if that’s the case. Kajin is checking now to see if anyone is missing. Peace! Treachery in Fal Dara keep!” Scowling, he looked around the dungeon, at the men waiting for him. They all had swords, worn over feastday clothes, and some had helmets. “We aren’t doing any good here. Out! Everyone!” Rand joined the withdrawal. Ingtar tapped Rand’s jerkin. “What is this?  “Too long to tell here. Maybe some other time.” Maybe never, if I’m lucky. Maybe I can escape in all this confusion. No, I can’t. Not until I know Egwene’s all right. And Mat. Light, what will happen to him without the dagger? “I suppose Lord Agelmar’s doubled the guard on all the gates.”
“Tripled,” Ingtar said in tones of satisfaction. “No one will pass those gates, from inside or out. As soon as Lord Agelmar heard what had happened, he ordered that no one was to be allowed to leave the keep without his personal permission.”
As soon as he heard . . . ? “Ingtar, what about before? What about the earlier order keeping everyone in?”
“Earlier order? What earlier order? Rand, the keep was not closed until Lord Agelmar heard of this. Someone told you wrong.”
Rand shook his head slowly. Neither Ragan nor Tema would have made up something like that. And even if the Amyrlin Seat had given the order, Ingtar would have to know of it. So who? And how? He glanced sideways at Ingtar, wondering if the Shienaran was lying. You really are going mad if you suspect Ingtar.
They were in the dungeon guardroom, now. The severed heads and the pieces of the guards had been removed, though there were still red smears on the table and damp patches in the straw to show where they had been. Two Aes Sedai were there, placid-looking women with brown-fringed shawls, studying the words scrawled on the walls, careless of what their skirts dragged through in the straw. Each had an inkpot in a writing-case hung at her belt and was making notes in a small book with a pen. They never even glanced at the men trooping through.
“Look here, Verin,” one of them said, pointing to a section of stone covered with lines of Trolloc script. “This looks interesting.”
The other hurried over, picking up reddish stains on her skirt. “Yes, I see. A much better hand than the rest. Not a Trolloc. Very interesting.” She began writing in her book, looking up every so often to read the angular letters on the wall.
Rand hurried out. Even if they had not been Aes Sedai, he would not have wanted to remain in the same room with anyone who thought reading Trolloc script written in human blood was “interesting.”
Ingtar and his men stalked on ahead, intent on their duties. Rand dawdled, wondering where he could go now. Getting back into the women’s apartments would not be easy without Egwene to help. Light, let her be all right. Moiraine said she’d be all right.
Lan found him before he reached the first stairs leading up. “You can go back to your room, if you want, sheepherder. Moiraine had your things fetched from Egwene’s room and taken to yours.”
“How did she know . . . ?”
“Moiraine knows a great many things, sheepherder. You should understand that by now. You had better watch yourself. The women are all talking about you running through the halls, waving a sword. Staring down the Amyrlin, so they say.”
“Light! I am sorry they’re angry, Lan, but I was invited in. And when I heard the alarm . . . burn me, Egwene was down here!”
Lan pursed his lips thoughtfully; it was the only expression on his face. “Oh, they’re not angry, exactly. Though most of them think you need a strong hand to settle you down some. Fascinated is more like it. Even the Lady Amalisa can’t stop asking questions about you. Some of them are starting to believe the servants’ tales. They think you’re a prince in disguise, sheepherder. Not a bad thing. There is an old saying here in the Borderlands: ‘Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.’ The way they are talking among themselves, they’re trying to decide whose daughter is strong enough to handle you. If you don’t watch your step, sheepherder, you will find yourself married into a Shienaran House before you realize what has happened.” Suddenly he burst out laughing; it looked odd, like a rock laughing. “Running through the halls of the women’s apartments in the middle of the night, wearing a laborer’s jerkin and waving a sword. If they don’t have you flogged, at the very least they’ll talk about you for years. They have never seen a male as peculiar as you.  It is too bad you have to leave.”
Rand had been gaping at the Warder, but now he growled, “I have been trying. The gates are guarded, and no one can leave. I tried while it was still daylight. I couldn’t even take Red out of the stable.”
“No matter, now. Moiraine sent me to tell you. You can leave anytime you want to. Even right now. Moiraine had Agelmar exempt you from the order.”
“Why now, and not earlier? Why couldn’t I leave before? Was she the one who had the gates barred then? Ingtar said he knew nothing about any order to keep people in before tonight.”
Rand thought the Warder looked troubled, but all he said was, “When someone gives you a horse, sheepherder, don’t complain that it isn’t as fast as you’d like.”
“What about Egwene? And Mat? Are they really all right? I can’t leave until I know they’re all right.”
“The girl is fine. She’ll wake in the morning, and probably not even remember what happened.  You can leave now, or tomorrow, or next week. It’s up to you.” He walked away, leaving Rand standing there in the corridor deep under Fal Dara keep.


Pedagogical innovation of the day brought to you by HAXTheWeb & possibilities that new technologies bring to instructional design. This is an accessible color spectrum listing for teaching photography students about color wave length. This would have previously been a textbook image that looked dated and couldn't be updated without specialized knowledge (image editors, etc).
Instead, the ID support specialist in the office saw an opportunity to use an element in HAX in a unique way. He added 7 accent-card's to the interface, wrote on each the wave length and details to convey concepts of color in a photo course being built using HAX. The card made sure that there wasn't an accessibility issue as far as text color contrast, he didn't have "wave length layout" as an option, he saw building blocks, clicked a few things and built something creative.
I couldn't have scaled myself enough to teach him how to build this without HAX. I couldn't have written this "1 small thing" accessibility without completely derailing my efforts. This is just 1 small example of the world to come as HAX spreads into other courses, platforms and SaaS offerings.
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After popping out a couple kids, we uprooted the crew and moved to Santa Clara, in the heart of Silicon Valley. My husband joined a start-up and I started working in the in-house legal department of a large software and hardware tech company.
I was a commercial contracts negotiator working a full time job, raising (now 3) little kids, and trying to juggle parenthood in the bustling tech scene that is Silicon Valley. It was hard. I was constantly stressed out. I didn't like what I was doing anymore and was starting to feel a panic not knowing how to change it. I was in a senior position and doing anything new would mean I would have to completely start over from scratch and that was SCARY. I had been in legal my entire professional career, that was all I knew.
We had had enough of the craziness of Silicon Valley so we moved back to the east coast to Raleigh, NC. I started yet another job at an in-house legal department for a video game company. I was overworked, overwhelmed, stressed out, missing my kids, and feeling completely terrified that I just felt *stuck*. My mental health was pushed to the brink and I did something I had never done before- I quit. I quit without having another job lined up. But suddenly, I FELT THE FREEDOM to DO SOMETHING ELSE. Ultimately, that job was the cataylst to me deciding to take a leap in the deep end and switch careers to web development. I guess I needed to hit rock bottom in order to find the courage to change.
Once I committed to switching my career to web development I was ALL IN. So far I have taken courses by Frontend Masters, Udemy, FreeCodeCamp, Thinkful, the list goes on. I've learned HTML5, CSS3, Bootstrap, Keyframes, Animations, JavaScript and the learning will never stop. I've learned so much in the short amount of time I have been coding and I am completely hooked and ready to conquer anything. #MomsCANcode.
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The Fellowship Programme run by the Software Sustainability Institute funds researchers in exchange for their expertise and advice. The main goals of the Programme are encouraging best practice and gathering information about research software from all disciplines, and encouraging Fellows to develop their interests in the area of software sustainability (especially in their areas of work). The Programme also supports capacity building and policy development initiatives.
Each Fellow is allocated £3,000 to spend over fifteen months. The funding is flexible to support activities that are beneficial to both the Fellows and the Institute: for instance, to fund travel to conferences, to setup and run workshops, to organise software sustainability sessions at domain conferences, or to host, organise or teach at Software Carpentry or similar training events.
Fellows are drawn from a wide range of areas, experience, and career stages: visit http://www.software.ac.uk/fellows to read more about who has been awarded Fellowships in previous years.
The Fellowship is open to UK based applicants. If you are:
a researcher who uses software,
a developer who writes tools for scientists,
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passionate about software in research in any way,
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Visit http://bit.ly/ssi-fellows for more information about the programme and how to apply. There are also detail of the upcoming Fellows 2016 launch webinar on 11 September at 3pm which will provide more details about the Fellowship Programme, and where you can ask questions directly to the Institute's Community team and some of our Fellows.
We are looking for applicants at any career stage who can demonstrate a passion for their area, the ability to communicate ideas effectively, and a real interest in the role of software in research.


This example will upload an entire directory tree to the node.js server via a fast and persistent WebSocket connection.
Note that the example is Chrome only for now.


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Methods defined here:
- __init__(self)
- gotoPose(self, pose, commHub, duration)
- pose: target position
commHub: CommunicationHub class to communicate with the drone
duration: counter for the duration of the operation
TODO: ducation and commHub should be eliminated from class description
- strPose(self, pose)
- yaw360(self, startPose, commHub)
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Nginx2 --> Docker1
Nginx2 --> Docker2
Nginx2 .-> Docker3
graph BT
Docker -- RESTful --> API(Backend API)
Docker -- log --> Log(Log System)
Docker -- Path: /user --> MicroUser("Docker Module: User
(Micro Services)")
Docker -- Path: /pay --> MicroPay("Docker Module: Pay
(Micro Services)")
Docker -- env --> Env("NODE_ENV: production
NODE_PORT: 3000")
Log --> MongoDB((MongoDB))
API --> MySQL((MySQL))
MicroUser --> Redis((Redis
cache, session
etc))
MicroPay --> Redis
class Redis text-center
class MicroUser text-center
class MicroPay text-center
Future:
graph TB
Backend --- GraphQL(GraphQL
serverless framework by Fackbook)
Backend --- RethinkDB(RethinkDB
realtime db from Linux Foundation)
Backend --- Micro(Micro Services)
class GraphQL text-center
class RethinkDB text-center
graph TB
FrontEnd --- WebComponents
FrontEnd --- WebAssembly
FrontEnd --- WebSockets
FrontEnd --- WebRTC
FrontEnd --- Canvas(Canvas WebGL)
graph TB
Others --- TensorFlow
Others --- MachineLearning
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Though nationally Front End Developers make an average $68K per year, those in this field can find the most
generous pay at Google, Inc., where the average salary is around $137K. Other employers shelling out big bucks
include Deloitte, Deloitte Consulting LLP, and Accenture, where Front End Developers typically earn around
$92K, $82K, or $80K, respectively. The information for this rundown comes from respondents who completed PayScale's
salary questionnaire.
Their focus is on user experience, and the technology they implement hinges on how well it will accomplish that efficiency, speed, and smooth functionality. They also make sure that there are no errors or bugs on the front end, and that the design appears as it’s supposed to across various platforms and browsers.
Back-end developers/engineers play a fundamental role in an organization´s digital projects, as they are responsible for programming and maintaining the company's website and all its components. They also coordinate the pages, forms, functions, databases, and web servers and must be familiar with server side languages such as PHP, Ruby, and Python, and relational databases like SQL data type or non-relational as MongoDB. Back-end developers/engineers must also be able to implement JavaScript handles on the side of the browser as a bridge between the interface and development engine, often by using a framework like Zend or Cake, or a CMS like WordPress or Drupal.
A Full-Stack Web Developer is someone who is able to work on both the front-end and back-end portions of an application. Front-end generally refers to the portion of an application the user will see or interact with, and the back-end is the part of the application that handles the logic, database interactions, user authentication, server configuration, etc. Being a Full-Stack Developer doesn’t mean that you have necessarily mastered everything required to work with the front-end or back-end, but it means that you are able to work on both sides and understand what is going on when building an application.
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FindOpenGL¶
FindModule for OpenGL and OpenGL Utility Library (GLU).
Optional COMPONENTS¶
This module respects several optional COMPONENTS: EGL
, GLX
, and
OpenGL
. There are corresponding import targets for each of these flags.
IMPORTED Targets¶
This module defines the IMPORTED
targets:
OpenGL::GL
- Defined to the platform-specific OpenGL libraries if the system has OpenGL.
OpenGL::OpenGL
- Defined to libOpenGL if the system is GLVND-based.
OpenGL::GLU
- Defined if the system has OpenGL Utility Library (GLU).
OpenGL::GLX
- Defined if the system has OpenGL Extension to the X Window System (GLX).
OpenGL::EGL
- Defined if the system has EGL.
Result Variables¶
This module sets the following variables:
OPENGL_FOUND
- True, if the system has OpenGL and all components are found.
OPENGL_XMESA_FOUND
- True, if the system has XMESA.
OPENGL_GLU_FOUND
- True, if the system has GLU.
OpenGL_OpenGL_FOUND
- True, if the system has an OpenGL library.
OpenGL_GLX_FOUND
- True, if the system has GLX.
OpenGL_EGL_FOUND
- True, if the system has EGL.
OPENGL_INCLUDE_DIR
- Path to the OpenGL include directory.
OPENGL_EGL_INCLUDE_DIRS
- Path to the EGL include directory.
OPENGL_LIBRARIES
- Paths to the OpenGL library, windowing system libraries, and GLU libraries.
On Linux, this assumes GLX and is never correct for EGL-based targets.
Clients are encouraged to use the
OpenGL::*
import targets instead.
Cache variables¶
The following cache variables may also be set:
OPENGL_egl_LIBRARY
- Path to the EGL library.
OPENGL_glu_LIBRARY
- Path to the GLU library.
OPENGL_glx_LIBRARY
- Path to the GLVND ‘GLX’ library.
OPENGL_opengl_LIBRARY
- Path to the GLVND ‘OpenGL’ library
OPENGL_gl_LIBRARY
- Path to the OpenGL library. New code should prefer the
OpenGL::*
import targets.
Linux-specific¶
Some Linux systems utilize GLVND as a new ABI for OpenGL. GLVND separates
context libraries from OpenGL itself; OpenGL lives in “libOpenGL”, and
contexts are defined in “libGLX” or “libEGL”. GLVND is currently the only way
to get OpenGL 3+ functionality via EGL in a manner portable across vendors.
Projects may use GLVND explicitly with target OpenGL::OpenGL
and either
OpenGL::GLX
or OpenGL::EGL
.
Projects may use the OpenGL::GL
target (or OPENGL_LIBRARIES
variable)
to use legacy GL interfaces. These will use the legacy GL library located
by OPENGL_gl_LIBRARY
, if available. If OPENGL_gl_LIBRARY
is empty or
not found and GLVND is available, the OpenGL::GL
target will use GLVND
OpenGL::OpenGL
and OpenGL::GLX
(and the OPENGL_LIBRARIES
variable will use the corresponding libraries). Thus, for non-EGL-based
Linux targets, the OpenGL::GL
target is most portable.
A OpenGL_GL_PREFERENCE
variable may be set to specify the preferred way
to provide legacy GL interfaces in case multiple choices are available.
The value may be one of:
GLVND
- If the GLVND OpenGL and GLX libraries are available, prefer them.
This forces
OPENGL_gl_LIBRARY
to be empty. This is the default if components were requested (since components correspond to GLVND libraries) or if policyCMP0072
is set toNEW
. LEGACY
- Prefer to use the legacy libGL library, if available.
This is the default if no components were requested and
policy
CMP0072
is not set toNEW
.
For EGL targets the client must rely on GLVND support on the user’s system.
Linking should use the OpenGL::OpenGL OpenGL::EGL
targets. Using GLES*
libraries is theoretically possible in place of OpenGL::OpenGL
, but this
module does not currently support that; contributions welcome.
OPENGL_egl_LIBRARY
and OPENGL_EGL_INCLUDE_DIRS
are defined in the case of
GLVND. For non-GLVND Linux and other systems these are left undefined.
macOS-Specific¶
On OSX FindOpenGL defaults to using the framework version of OpenGL. People will have to change the cache values of OPENGL_glu_LIBRARY and OPENGL_gl_LIBRARY to use OpenGL with X11 on OSX.


School
Schools
小学、中学、高中
-
kindergarten: 学前班 a school or class to prepare children aged five for school
-
primary school: 小学 a school for children between the ages of 5 and 11
-
elementary school: （美国）小学 (in the US) a school for children between the ages of about 6 and 12
-
middle school: （美国为 11 到 14 岁儿童所设的）中学，初中(in the US) a school for children between the ages of about 11 and 14
-
high school: （美国和其他一些国家 14 到 18 岁青年的）中学，高中(in the US and some other countries) a school for young people between the ages of 14 and 18
大学
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academy: 专科院校 a school or college for special training
-
college: a university where you can study for an undergraduate degree
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（美国）大学 (in the US) a university where students can study for a degree after they have left school
-
（美国一些规模大的大学的）学院 (in the US) one of the main divisions of some large universities
-
（英国）学院，职业学校，技术学校 (in Britain) a place where students go to study or to receive training after they have left school
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（英国大学如牛津和剑桥中独立的）学院 one of the separate institutions that some British universities, such as Oxford and Cambridge, are divided into
-
university: （综合性）大学；高等学府 an institution at the highest level of education where you can study for a degree or do research
Position
行政岗位
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headmaster: （尤指私立学校的）校长 a teacher who is in charge of a school, especially a private school
-
principal: 大学校长；学院院长 the person who is in charge of a college or a university
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dean: （大学的）学院院长，系主任 a person in a university who is in charge of a department of studies
教师（学术）
-
academician: 院士；学会会员 a member of an academy
-
professor: 教授 a university teacher of the highest rank
-
scholar:
- 学者 a person who knows a lot about a particular subject because they have studied it in detail
- 奖学金获得者 a student who has been given a scholarship to study at a school, college or university
学位
-
first degree: （大学的）初级学位，学士学位 an academic qualification given by a university or college, for example a BA or BSc, that is given to sb who does not already have a degree in that subject
-
bachelor's degree: 学士学位；本科学位 a first university degree. A degree that you can study for after your bachelor's degree is called a master's degree.
-
master's degree: 硕士学位 a university degree that students get if they study for one or two years after their first degree
硕士生和博士生
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doctor: 博士 a person who has received the highest university degree
-
postgraduate: 研究生 a person who already holds a first degree and who is doing advanced study or research; a graduate student
大学生
-
bachelor: 学士 a person who has a Bachelor's degree (= a first university degree)
-
undergraduate: 本科生 a university or college student who is studying for their first degree
-
senior: 大四学生 a student in the last year of high school or college
-
junior: （四年制中学或大学中）三年级生的，三年级的 connected with the year before the last year in a high school or college
-
sophomore: （大学）二年级学生 a student in the second year of a course of study at a college or university
-
freshman: （大学）一年级新生；（中学）九年级学生 a student who is in his or her first year at a university or college, or in the ninth grade at school
-
enroll: 招收;登记 to enter your own or somebody else's name on an official register or list of members; to put your name on the official list of students who go to a particular school, university, course, etc., or put another person's name on the list for them
Course
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curricula: curricula is curriculum's Plural Form
-
curriculum: （学校等的）全部课程 the subjects that are included in a course of study or taught in a school, college, etc.
-
lecture: （通常指大学里的）讲座，讲课，演讲 a talk that is given to a group of people to teach them about a particular subject, often as part of a university or college course
-
schooling: 学校教育 the education you receive at school
-
semester: 学期（一学年分两个学期）one of the two periods that the school or college year is divided into
-
seminar: （大学教师带领学生作专题讨论的）研讨课 a class at a university or college when a small group of students and a teacher discuss or study a particular topic
Money
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scholarship: 奖学金 an amount of money given to sb by an organization to help pay for their education
-
tuition: （尤指大专院校的）学费 the money that you pay to be taught, especially in a college or university
Building
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campus: （大学、学院的）校园，校区 the buildings of a university or college and the land around them
-
canteen: 食堂；餐厅 a place where food and drink are served in a factory, a school, etc.
Parts
-
playground: （尤指公园中的）游戏场，游乐场；（学校）操场 an outdoor area where children can play, especially at a school or in a park


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: data properties, accessor properties, getter, setter, dynamic properties,
writable, enumerable, configurable, freeze, isFrozen, proxies
Definitions
- There are two types of properties: and
Object Property Attributes
- Object properties have a (a string or symbol) and a
- We cannot guarantee the of properties in an object (the way we can in
an array or Map)
- Two ways to access properties: with dots, and with square brackets
- Objects properties also have to control how the properties behave
Protecting Objects
- prevents any changes to an object:
Object.freeze,
Object.isFrozen
- prevents addition of new properties, removal, or reconfiguration of
existing properties:
Object.seal, Object.isSealed
- only prevents new properties from being added (properties can
be deleted and reconfigured):
Object.preventExtension, Object.isExtensible
Proxies
- provide functionality to allow
programs to modify themselves
- An can intercept and (optionally) modify actions on an object
Code


Hi, Can't see the Better Battlelog Center anywhere on the new battlelog, I have logged out restarted browser i have also uninstalled and reinstalled and it's still not there.
My Browser is Chrome.
Topicstarter
rnscotch
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Nano
Global Moderator
Ok then.
BrainFooLong
Administrator
BBLog Icon is not clearly visible for small screen resolutions.
I'll think about a better icon position.


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There has been a lot of discussion on the forum as to the suitability of SD cards due to the limited number of writes it can do, but the individual experience seems very varied.
I have 18 raspis running emoncms since January and have so far had 5 SD card failures (corruption which is not fixed by reimaging) - I'm using Sandisk Ultra 8GB (a class 10 card). One of the cards lasted less than a month. I'm told that some SD cards have better 'wear leveling' than others, anyone have any recommendations for replacement?
Barry Broom has recommended using a non-journaling file system such as ext2 to decrease disk writes, so I'm giving that a go on a couple of replacements now - will feedback results.
I've also seen recommendations on pi forums to move the swap and log files to a usb flash, obviously they have similar limited write problems, but are cheaper (so an identical spare could be left with each pi) and with better write leveling, couldn't that extend SD life dramatically? Are there other things we could do in software such as increasing cache size or even removing caching?
I understand the ultimate solution would be a read only boot partition on the SD and a usb spinning disk for data logging - but most of the drives available are overspec'd (250GB+) and too expensive to roll out over multiple installations. Does anyone have recommendations on cheaper hard drives? The ubiquitous BIFRA are the cheapest general usb but seem poorly made with secondhand disks. I'm also concerned about power draw from the pi as I don't want to use seperate power leads or powered USB hubs, anyone got something already working?
Sorry for the barrage of questions, I feedback results as I get them.
Mx
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hi
I don't think you will have any success without a powered USB Hub. I tried to get a hard disk running without a hub and ran into problems. The Pi kept hanging. I had another Pi with a powered USB hub that also powered the Pi off a very short gold USB lead. This worked perfectly without a hard disk. I then added the hard drive and the Pi started hanging. I had to end up with 2 power supplies. One for the hub and one for the Pi. I was trying to use a single power supply as my setup runs off a 24V solar system and I wanted to use a single 24V to 5V DC to DC adaptor. Having searched online it seems many others have found that for reliable operation you have to use a powered hub on a supply independent to the Pi.
The one thing I intend to try is running the hub and Pi of a single DC DC adaptor each with their own individual connection as the DC DC adaptors I use handle up to 2.5amps.
Regards
Ian
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Interesting to hear your experiences Matt. It's a good question you have raised. I know this would defeat the point of using a Pi but it would be possible for the Pi to relay the data straight to emoncms.org or another emoncms server without also logging locally. This will require an edit to the Raspberry Pi emoncms module.
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Yes, this is the approach I was suggesting here : http://openenergymonitor.org/emon/node/2292
This might make the Pi less interesting for a large scale usage, if a Nanode is a simple solution.
But it still has pros : possibility to use it for other tasks as well, remote access through ssh to work on it, even reprogram the RFM2Pi since v2.
I could try to propose a patch, but I think it would make sense to rethink the logic of the module and its GUI (see the other thread mentioned above), so I wanted to have other opinions before diving into it. Besides, it is quite possible that I'd need a bit of help with the php. If Trystan is interested, I'd like to have a design discussion before going down to the code. Perhaps github is a more advised place for these discussions.
BTW, I heard about Olinuxino, which could be a cheaper alternative to the Pi with equivalent features. Not sure what it implies for the RFM2Pi. After all, it is just serial communication.
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Thanks Ian, that's really useful information, so any spinning disk model needs to factor in powered usb hub cost and socket availability. It certainly makes the system more intrusive in the living room.
Jérôme this is a very interesting proposal, I'm also doing the data collection and analysis on a remote server, though personally I like the local server 'backup' of feeds for when the internet connection goes down (alarmingly regularly in some cases). I agree even without this there are some advantages of the pi over the nanode. Olinuxino is an interesting prospect if only for its greater openness.
Just spoke to Trystan about this, it seems they've not had problems with SD card corruption using a lower cost Sandisk than the one I'm currently using - which is positive. He also noted that v5 of emoncms executes far fewer mysql queries which may help. One suggestion he made was that perhaps all logging for apache, mysql etc should be turned off by default with documentation on how to enable them for troubleshooting.
With wear leveling on an oversized (8GB) card should be lasting a good deal longer - if we're looking at 2 years+ as people on the raspberry forum suggest, that wouldn't be a problem. In terms of Sandisk SDs only the 'Extreme Pro' specifically mentions wear leveling, there have been questions on the Sandisk forum about which models support wear leveling and specific requests for documentation but they have not received replies.
I understand the swap file is not used greatly under raspbian, but I'd like to start looking at that and perhaps moving to a swap partition on usb flash - as it's faster, cheaper, better documented (in terms of static wear leveling capabilities) and could wear out without immediately bringing the system down.
Thanks for you replies, I recognise that my use case - multiple geographically disparate installs without local support - is a bit marginal, so I really appreciate you taking the time.
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
As an update to this I have just modified my DC DC converter and wired in a chopped off micro usb to power the Pi. So I have 2 connections. One is plugged into the PI and the second is plugged into the USB hub. I have a wireless Wifi, a pen drive and a hard drive all on the hub. It has all booted up without any problems and is running as I type this. I will report back if I have any long term problems. It suggests there is a market for a Wallwart with 2 leads, 1 a plug and 1 a microUSB.
Or maybe a small junction box with multiple connections.
Regards
Ian
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Ian, I bought one of these which works quite well.
Paul
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hello, As Matt and Jerome mentioned above I think the best way to start is to disable all the logs as default, apache access log, apache error log, mysql, pi gateway script log, this should reduce writes as much as possible and preserve precious disk space, then as you mentioned Jerome have the option for remote forwarding only without any local inputs being written to, although I think this happens already if no inputs are configured (apart from the initial write that creates the input). We may be able to reduce further writes with continued optimization of input processing to reduce number of mysql queries which will be good for performance in general.
There is also the complicating factor of what happens when a pi is powered up and down without a full halt, restart, could the corrupted cards that are going after a short time be due partly to this? We corrupted a card here today by accidently shorting the pi 2 or 3 times. The SD card did work again though after a fresh image was put on it...
Jerome: I thought Id remove the default logging from the php gateway script tomorrow, I wonder whats the best way to configure it to turn logging on if needed? shall we work on this and then update the documentation with steps for turning off all logs as default and enabling only for troubleshooting purposes. Id be happy then do an an updated image with these changes.
Trystan
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hi Trystan
My 2 SD failures (after several months in each case) occurred on a Pi that has never been powered down as far as I know. Running from a battery solar system and the controller logs have no power shutdowns recorded.
Regards
Ian
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hi Trystan,
Data corruption due to power loss is an interesting point, I was looking at that very issue yesterday when assessing whether to turn off Journaling on the ext4 file system - which would reduce writes but make the data far more vulnerable in the case of power loss. I was also reading that types of static wear leveling can make the data more vulnerable on power loss but I don't think these apply in our case, very readable explanation of some of the issues and tested cards here.
I can't be assured that pis haven't had the power pulled, but on 2 of the cards re-imaging the cards gives disk errors and on a third the SD fails again after a few hours, which makes me think it's a hardware issue rather than just dataloss. None of this is more than anecdotal though I'm afraid...
Mx
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Made some progress on disabling all logs as default, just creating a new ready to go image for download at the moment.
So for existing installations:
Turning off apache logs
I've documented all the steps in the raspberry pi build from scratch guide here http://emoncms.org/site/docs/raspberrypibuild
There are 3 different files that need to be edited to turn off all apache logging:
1) In apache2.conf:
Replace the ErrorLog line:
with:
Comment out the line:
2) In /etc/apache2/conf.d/other-vhosts-access-log
Comment out:
3) In /etc/apache2/sites-enabled/000-default
Comment out:
Restart apache to complete:
Turning off rfm12piphp logging:
I've updated the bash script to take an argument that turns logging on and off so the first step is to download the latest raspberrypi module from github
to update exisiting module installed via git.
Next re-copy the rfm12piphp bash script to /etc/init.d:
To complete restart the rfm12piphp script:
Check that the logging is all off
If you call any of the following they should either report a missing file or if the file already existed before turning logging off, no new entries should appear in the terminal window:
You may want to delete any exisiting logs to save on disk space:
Both the apache access log and the rfm12pi log are frequently updated logs so turning these logs of should reduce disk writes significantly and also freeup disk space.
Jerome, would you be able to implement this feature in the python gateway and document how to update and turn off the logs?
Il update when the ready-to-go image is up.
Trystan
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hi Trystan
Which directory do you need to be in when you do the git pull origin master command?
Regards
Ian
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
a yes:
cd /var/www/emoncms/Modules/raspberrypi
Il copy that in above
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
> Jerome, would you be able to implement this feature in the python gateway and document how to update and turn off the logs?
In the init file, there's this line:
If replaced by
the logs go to standard output. I suppose this is /dev/null if launched as a service. We could check that.
Besides, the .py gateway is designed with more granularity in the logging. I was planning to add a multiple-choice selector in the GUI to allow for the choice of the logging level : DEBUG, WARNING, INFO, CRITICAL, NO, etc.
I haven't done it yet because it may be confusing since the php gateway does not have this feature. We could consider all messages in the php interface are of level DEBUG and modify the php script accordingly...
Maintaining both scripts not only means more work but sometimes it can slow down the pace, as each modification will have to be done for both and were the logic differs, it can be painful.
The other reason it is not done yet is that I'd like to propose a new design for the Raspberry Pi module, with
- a part for the radio config and emonGLCD sending and other general settings
- a part for the emoncms target servers (any number of servers, local or remote treated the same way, local being just a particular case)
- a window for the log to be displayed, as you suggested
I think this is worth doing in a dev branch.
I should try to produce a pseudo-screenshot of what I'm thinking of and we could discuss this before I start coding.
I'm being out of topic. Where should we discuss this ?
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Hello Jerome, I've opened an issue in the raspberrypi github repo to discuss further https://github.com/emoncms/raspberrypi/issues/30
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
We have tried a lot of different SD cards incl. class 10 SanDisk on a non gateway Raspi based emonCMS. We want to have local dashboards so it will not be sufficient for us to use the gateway approach. After app. 3 month all SD cards where dead exept one:
Transcend Ultimate-Speed SDHC Class 10 UHS-1 8GB
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
After changing the polyfuse I am able to run a 3.5" 500mb usb hard disc without a need for extra PSU.
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Petrik: thats interesting, could you share some pictures of what you did?
Re: Emoncms - SD cards / usb flash / spinning disk recommendations?
Changed polyfuse to 3A version, if I remember correctly the original is 700mA - polyfuse resistance increases when current limit is reached which in practise means that voltage is dropping too low for disc to operate. With 3A polyfuse disc seems to be operating as the polyfuse current limit is not reached.
Bought from ebay link below, these are a bit bigger than original - but could be fitted.
http://www.ebay.com/itm/350680862214
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Camel Dependency, Fixed in Akka 2.4.20
Date
9 August 2017
Description of Vulnerability
Apache Camel's Validation Component is vulnerable against SSRF via remote DTDs and XXE, as described in CVE-2017-5643
To protect against such attacks the system should be updated to Akka 2.4.20, 2.5.4 or later. Dependencies to Camel libraries should be updated to version 2.7.17.
Severity
The CVSS score of this vulnerability is 7.4 (High), according to CVE-2017-5643.
Affected Versions
- Akka 2.4.19 and prior
- Akka 2.5.3 and prior
Fixed Versions
We have prepared patches for the affected versions, and have released the following versions which resolve the issue:
- Akka 2.4.20 (Scala 2.11, 2.12)
- Akka 2.5.4 (Scala 2.11, 2.12)
Acknowledgements
We would like to thank Thomas Szymanski for bringing this issue to our attention.
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What is JEFFRIS
JEFFRIS is an acronym for:
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The project involves students taking aerial images by mounting a Raspberry Pi onto a kite. These images are later put on a MongoDB databased and later processed using OpenCV in Python.
Prerequisites
To complete this project, you will need to have the following:
- A github account
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Anchor in the inner harbour in about 7m. There is good shelter here.
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Like Nothing Else. Ever.
I had NO idea what to expect from 5MEO the first time I tried it. A friend and I had come upon a great quantity, and I was elected first to try it. We sat in my car, in the driveway, in the dark. We decided to use a bubbler (with water in it) for smoking. We ended up sprinkling the crystals on a smokable herb, though I forget the name at the moment. We figured putting it on weed would be much to harsh for our lungs, and we only wanted to feel the effects of the 5-MeO-DMT.
He sprinkled a quantity on the herb, and handed me the pipe. I asked him all of those reasurring questions about 'so, how long does this last?', 'what should I feel?' etc. etc. After short hesitation, I hit it. We figured the best way to get the most out of our smoking method, was to burn the bowl very long and slow, to try to get all the crystals to vaporize. We figured that we could always take a couple hits. (Boy, were we wrong about that).
I blew out all the air in my lungs, and proceeded to take a very slow and very deep hit. 3/4 into the full hit, I felt the insane grip of something I had never felt before. I stopped, and looked at him, and handed him the pipe as I exhaled. He didn't understand why I was stopping, and urged another hit. Little did he know, he would soon realize what was going on. A feeling that I can only describe as a 'grip' came over me. I was being surrounded and held by an invisible force, and I could feel it overtaking my whole body. I was completely silent, just staring. He looked at me, and said, 'is it cool?' 'are YOU cool?' I just nodded, and he took that as a sign to imerse himself in this void of the mind. He took a generous hit. As he exhaled, he looked at me and said, 'oh my god, what have I done.' I was already in the throes of the experience, and didn't expect many changes from what I was feeling. I assured him it was okay.
We were both speechless. All we could say was 'oh my fu*king god...' We got out of the car and stumbled to his front lawn. We realized we were aware enough to talk, and notice what was going on around us. There were no visuals at all, besides the strange 'mental vision' I had. I seemed to be staring into nothing, but everything was still there. The body high was INSANE. The only thing I can compare it too, which is very strange that it resembles it so strongly to me, is Nitrous Oxide. I get the same feelings from 5MEO that I do from nitrous. There is the same 'wah-wah' in my ears, and that tingly body feeling is present also. The only difference is that 5-MeO-DMT is about a BILLION times more intense.
After that first time, I have experienced the insanity of 5MEO numerous times. One time, we gave some to our friend, who had shared many drug experiences with us, and could, 'handle his drugs.' 5-MeO-DMT put him over the top. He completely thought he was dying, and lost all rational thought. At one point, he made it to the lawn, fell on the ground, talking about himself dying, and them threw up everywhere, and rolled in it. I had smoked 5-MeO-DMT also, as did my other friend. Watching this horrible experience while being in my own world was very surreal. I understood that he shouldn't be rolling in puke, and that he needed someone to calm him down. I did my best, but to no avail. He finally came around. A few days later, he tried it again, and we figured there would be NO PROBLEM WHATSOEVER because he knew what to expect. Well, the same thing happened again. I won't elaborate.
 My sitter was my friend from the first time. We were in his bathroom connecting to his backyard. The plan was for me to hit the pipe, and then stumble outside immediately afterward, to lie on the grass. He apparently loaded that bowl with around 40 milligrams of 5-MeO-DMT. This is a very rough estimate. Over the whole bowl of smokable herb was a layer of DMT crystals. I prepared myself for the same experience as before, and took a huge hit from the pipe. Halfway thru, and the smell of the gaseous crystals wafting into my lungs and nose, I was done for. The impact was so insane, I thought my brain was going to explode. I felt some very strange 'popping' feelings in my brain/head/ears? And I was somewhat worried. I lay down on the floor, as he urged me to go outside. That wasn't going to happen.
 He was a little freaked out, and inquired about my state. All I could do was repeat, 'it's cool man. I'm cool.' I said it over and over, to put him at ease, but mostly to reassure myself, that I would get thru this. I knew it was just a drug, and I knew what to expect, and that it would pass shortly. I didn't panic at all, but WOW. It was such an earth shattering experience, and I don't regret it at all.
To have put myself in such a state of complete loss of control, was a very awakening experience. I felt that I had gone to an 'edge' of sorts, and came back. This was the last experience I ever had with 5-MeO-DMT, but not by choice. If I was to acquire some right now, I would definitely do it again. Even this experience was so insane, I do not consider a negative one at all. I was actually quite proud of myself, to be able to keep cool and not panic. It's great to know that I will be okay, when I experience a total loss of control physically and mentally.
As a 'bonus' of sorts, my sitter (who actually got a bit more freaked out than myself) had his camera with him. After me telling him it was okay, he took pictures of me, having the most intense and unknowing experience of my life. To have a visual document of myself, while I was not 'there' is a great thing to be able to look back on. He ended up giving me an 8x10 black and white picture of myself. I'm getting chills right now thinking about it. The picture can only be described of as 'death'. I look totally lost. My expression and my eyes are empty. To remember how I felt at that moment is crazy to me.
5MEO is the most intense experience I have ever had. I agree with something I read earlier that said, 'if you think you can handle your drugs, and you think this drug is for you, then it's not'. Take this drug with a pure mind, and be very comfortable and in a good place. Don't worry about anything, and remember that it all will pass. The most important thing we have come up with as advice is:
Don't fight it. No matter what, don't fight the feeling, and the grip that will completely overtake you. If you fight it, you will most definitely lose, and possibly make the experience a trip to hell. Accept it, and enjoy it if you can. It will pass quickly, so don't take it for granted.
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For The Win
16 January 2011
There is nothing quite like that thrill, when you've been hacking away at a problem for a while and in that singularity when everything comes together in one beautiful compilation. Working with multiple people, in multiple teams on multiple modules can be extremely frustrating and incredibly challenging. I offer a few observations that have aided me in the past couple of weeks.
Choose an arbiter for your team.
- Have someone who can be the focal point to interact with outside members if possible.
Use git
- Git has saved countless hours of pain and suffering.
- Git has also CAUSED several hours of pain and headache because of our lack of understanding on how to use it best.
Set short achievable goals
- Make frequent short term achievable goals that move in the right direction
- Start with unit testing / TDD
- After the pieces are implemented, start focusing on integration and integration testing.
Don't run independent ops
- Going off on your own without anyone knowing what you're working on can truly be miserable for everyone!


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ALOCRError Constants Reference
| Declared in | AnylineOCRModuleView.h |
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ALOCRError
The possible run error codes for this module. You can listen to the error codes for each run via the delegate method anylineOCRModuleView:reportsRunFailure:
Definition
typedef NS_ENUM(NSInteger, ALOCRError ) {
ALOCRErrorUnkown = -1,
ALOCRErrorNoLinesFound = -2,
ALOCRErrorNoTextFound = -3,
ALOCRErrorConfidenceNotReached = -4,
ALOCRErrorResultNotValid = -5,
ALOCRErrorSharpnessNotReached = -6,
};
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ALOCRErrorUnkown
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An unknown error occurred.
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AnylineOCRModuleView.h
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No text lines found in imag
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AnylineOCRModuleView.h
. ALOCRErrorNoTextFound
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No text found in lines
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AnylineOCRModuleView.h
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The required min confidence is not reached for this run
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AnylineOCRModuleView.h
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Thesis projects (Master of Science and PhD projects)
Morten Hjorth-Jensen [1, 2]
[1] Department of Physics and Astronomy and National Superconducting Cyclotron Laboratory, Michigan State University
[2] Department of Physics, University of Oslo
Master of Science and PhD thesis projects
Time evolution of Quantum Mechanical Systems
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Machine Learning and Quantum Mechanical Systems
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Quantum Computing and Many-particle Systems
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Throttle logging of events and activity that might degrade your application's performance. Logging too quickly or logging large amounts of data are the ideal conditions for a denial of service attack and loss of logged entries. Poisoning the logs by repeatedly executing an operation allows an attacker to overwhelm the logging mechanism and cover up intrusions.
An ASP.NET application does not use health monitoring, but logs many events via a standard SQL server database. Several of the operations that the application user performs is capable of generating quantities of log volume. An attacker begins to perform the operation many times. The logs will fill up quickly, and dramatically affect the server's ability to handle incoming requests, this results in a denial of service condition for application users. Furthermore, logs start to get dropped which allows the hacker to cover up evidence of a previous attack by flooding the logs until so that the events that indicate hacking attempts are flushed from the system.
An ASP.NET application logs many events via a standard SQL server database. The developer realizes that the application might be subjected to denial of service attempts, and configures health monitoring throttle logging by setting the BufferModes element in the Web.config file:
<healthMonitoring>
<bufferModes>
<add name="Extra Critical Notification"
maxBufferSize="10"
maxFlushSize="5"
urgentFlushThreshold="3"
regularFlushInterval="00:03:00"
urgentFlushInterval="00:01:00"
maxBufferThreads="1"/>
</bufferModes>
</healthMonitoring>
name attribute is a name for the buffer mode used to reference it from other elements. For example, the <provider> element references the specific buffer mode configuration by referencing the name in its bufferMode attribute.
maxBufferSize is the maximum number of events that can be buffered by a provider before flushing them out and writing them to a store.
maxFlushSize is the maximum number of events per flush. Its value should be between 1 and maxBufferSize.
urgentFlushThreshold is the minimum number of events after which the events should be flushed. Its value should be less than or equal to maxBufferSize.
regularFlushInterval is the time interval per flush. Its value cannot be zero.
urgentFlushInterval is the minimum time between flushes. Its value must be between 0 and regularFlushInterval.
maxBufferThreads is the maximum number of threads used for flushing.
It is determined that the logging facilities for the application enables an attacker to generate 6 log entries per minute, regardless of the number of connections to the application that she or he is able to achieve. The goal is to ensure that the attacker can never exceed the maxBufferSize, since logs will start getting dropped.
Adapted from Microsoft patterns & practices guidance.


Module random
Random is a static utility that provides fast and easy access to
random numbers.
| max |
The internal maximum value. |
| min |
The internal minimum value. |
| random_provider |
The provider for random numbers. |
Functions
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init ()
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Initializes random. Should not be called from the client.
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next_bool (chance)
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Returns true or false based on the given chance.
Parameters:
- chance
Optional. The "one in chance" chance to get true, defaults
to 2 (ans in "one in two").
Returns:
true or false based in the given chance.
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next_float (lower_bound, upper_bound, decimal_places)
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Returns a float between the given bounds.
Parameters:
- lower_bound
Optional. The lower bound (inclusive), defaults to 0.
- upper_bound
Optional. The upper bound (inclusive), defaults to 1.
- decimal_places
Optional. To how many decimal places the resulting
float should be rounded.
Returns:
a float between the given bounds.
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next_int (lower_bound, upper_bound)
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Returns an int between the given bounds.
Parameters:
- lower_bound
Optional. The lower bound (inclusive), defaults to
random.min.
- upper_bound
Optional. The upper bound (inclusive), defaults to
random.max.
Returns:
a integer between the given bounds.
Fields
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max
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The internal maximum value.
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min
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The internal minimum value.
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random_provider
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The provider for random numbers.