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Mische08-Jan-19 04:05 PM
KMD 0,777$ on cmc - Moon soon confirmed
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LocoMB08-Jan-19 04:09 PM
Chiners already there, even on the DARK SIDE- reassign missions: MARS!
Lieutenant08-Jan-19 04:26 PM
soon btc down = kmd 15k sat. nice dream "to the moon"(edited)
@grewalsatinder it's the spread between the 10-yr less 2-yr yield. Steepener means widening spread
dokrates09-Jan-19 08:26 AM
@bishop now i understand your avatar XD
Acura09-Jan-19 08:52 AM
WTS DEX or Chips for KMD
passcombo.com 🏴☠🏴09-Jan-19 09:25 AM
jesus how many dex you got, selling them half year already
Acura09-Jan-19 09:32 AM
Nearly 1% of all worldwide (edited)
Cryptoon09-Jan-19 09:46 AM
jorian09-Jan-19 09:47 AM
is anyone buying from you?
Acura09-Jan-19 10:06 AM
Lately almost 3k shares sold
But will hodl a large bag
cascrypto09-Jan-19 10:33 AM
can someone post the price of the assets on 1-1-2019 looking for overvieuw on all supernet assets, like supernet, pangea, sharkfund, dex etc ?
jorian09-Jan-19 10:38 AM
that'll be hard, most have very illiquid prices
you can check atomicexplorer.com
also Delta or Blockfolio has some prices for assets
Tek09-Jan-19 10:51 AM
is 1000 KMD enough to make it
CryptoNinjaa09-Jan-19 11:02 AM
Make what ?
bishop09-Jan-19 01:07 PM
it!
CryptoNinjaa09-Jan-19 01:16 PM
Then 1000 is just enough to make it
In terms of "making it rich" i would say 1000 kmd could become a nice chunk of value yeah. I always try to accumulate 1000 of any project i see fit. as long as the supply isn't bazinga billions 1000 should see you good if it moons.(edited)
Cryptoon09-Jan-19 02:20 PM
I always thought over nine thousand was a solid number
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ver_User09-Jan-19 02:58 PM
imagine over 9000 XRP though.... just too much, way too much
yeah, except maybe impulsive will gather pace as reality sets in.... multi months for a real breakout seems like an overly long time frame. (Not sure if you intended to draw them with a certain time frame).
Also targets for 5th wave are too conservative IMO and would be nice to see 3rd wave play out like a real 3rd wave and overshoot resistance, but it's a good level to expect some retrace. 60k is on the cards if we really break out.
buying anywhere below 17k seems optimistic IMO
The Yellow Vests in France are gaining momentum and according to several reports are now planning a run on French banks.
CryptoNinjaa09-Jan-19 03:46 PM
Would be a nice wake up for people when they realise they cant have their fiat
ver_User09-Jan-19 04:01 PM
it's kind of a weird proposition IMO.  They keep demanding that government coddle them and then they get confused as to how the government has grown into this uncontrollable behemoth. They keep feeding the beast and then are confused as to why it has grown so large.
Sept - Oct felt like pre breakout too ;)
price action is similar right now, hopefully we actually do something soon and don't turn into hardcore sideways and relentless chop...
equities indexes looks like they're due for a correction down soon, hopefully that doesn't drag bitcoin
It would be nice but trading volume is so low...no one other coin in top 60 has so low averagevolume ...that is so sad
ryman11210-Jan-19 06:44 AM
Im afraid at this point there is no solution against big government.
PHBA206110-Jan-19 09:14 AM
but when you sold, the price will go the other way
blackjok3r10-Jan-19 09:53 AM
exactly ... its ok... I just hope my wife hasnt spent all my money
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@Sherdogz because btc drops, traders move money out of alts and buy in cheaper
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on kmd also 200 day retest, which now failed, currently holding 100 day, but looks like btc might break down from this current triangle, there was no big rebound.
btc bartchart, low liq, giant moves from some whales who make profit on bitmex
siu - Chainmakers10-Jan-19 12:22 PM
@Sherdogz shorts went pretty low and too many longs
Yellow vest activists are urging French citizens to empty their bank accounts and spark a massive run on the country’s banks in their longstanding fight with the government — which could lead to the collapse of its banking system.
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Lieutenant10-Jan-19 02:42 PM
this price drop was too predictable
PHBA206110-Jan-19 02:44 PM
can you elaborate why ?
Lieutenant10-Jan-19 02:46 PM
because we could not break through the level of 4400$ BTC
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After his loss last year in Ohio’s 94th District Democratic primary, former Graduate Student Senate President and Ohio University alumnus Eddie Smith said he was encouraged by local officials to continue pursuing his political career.
“I got a call from Charlie Adkins, one of the county commissioners,” Smith said. “He told me ‘Eddie, I really want to recommend you run for township trustee. You live out in The Plains. You're a representative of the people who live out in the community trying to improve it.’ He was really motivating me to get out and run for it.”
Smith, who serves as the director of the Southeast Ohio Public Energy Council, has been politically active in Athens for years.
“There needs to be an archive of all official activity of the town government, all the resolutions and all of the meeting minutes, so people can see exactly what their township government is doing for them.”– Eddie Smith
“He's been really active in supporting the local party, and also progressive candidates and Democratic candidates in Athens County,” Athens County Democratic Party Chairman John Haseley said of Smith. “I work closely with him, and I think he's a really good person and a really strong candidate.”
As president of OU's Graduate Student Senate, Smith was part of an effort to increase the amount of Athens Public Transit bus stops in The Plains from eight stops a day to 24 — something he says is still an issue for many residents of the community.
“A majority of residents in The Plains live in renter-occupied homes, and 29 percent of those people do not have access to a personal automobile,” Smith said.
With cycling being a popular option among people without access to vehicles, Smith said he’d consider working with the Ohio Department of Transportation, or ODOT, to put bike lanes on some county roads to increase access to bike paths that lead into Athens.
“Right now there's not a safe way for people to get to the bike path,” Smith said. “They have to bike on 45 (mph) roads.”
Smith said Athens Township has nearly five times the money to spend per mile of road in its road fund than Athens County. He said increasing transportation equity could help residents without cars get jobs.
“We are legally and budgetarily completely able to do this,” Smith said. “It's just a matter of if we have the will to do it.”
Sam Miller, vice president of the College Democrats of Ohio, at-large OU student senator and former president of OU College Democrats, endorsed Smith in a Facebook post, praising his complete streets policy.
“I already cast my vote for Eddie Smith but this just reinforces why he’s the best choice for township trustee,” Miller said in the post. “Complete Streets are important when thinking (about) the inclusivity and sustainability of our township.”
According to a certificate of estimated resources from the Athens County Auditor’s office, Athens Township has $2,179,916 in resources available to it, including $592,978 in its road and bridge fund, as of Jan. 24. Smith said ODOT also has grants available for communities that adopt “complete streets” policies by putting in bike lanes and increasing transportation equity.
Smith said he also wants to address crime in the unincorporated areas of Athens Township. He said there were roughly 77 burglaries in those areas in the past two years.
“The Athens County Sheriff’s Department is underfunded,” Smith said. ”They have 500 square miles of area to cover in this county ... and at any moment on the road they only have three deputies.”
Smith said Ohio law allows townships to pay police departments to put an extra deputy on patrol within its borders, something which he says should have been done four years ago.
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Smith is one of three candidates for Athens township trustee. The other candidates are Brian Baker and Steven H. Pierson.
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As we sat in the gloomy pale sitting room staring into space, our minds had decided that the first hit was not nearly enough to satisfy our needs for more.
We had come to a fork in our journey, two paths lay ahead, the choice was ours.
One path would lead us to tranquility and still calm but is this what we needed? This path was an opportunity to leave the group and break free back into the world of the living. The path followed a relatively straight chalk road which we could see led through green rich fields of peace and sanity, I could see a plainly dressed figure standing, waiting, anticipating the move; should I take this road?
I look around, the other path appears nearer but is it? It stems out in front of me offering such pleasures. This route was twisty, hard on the foot and offered possibilities of wearyness worse than ever before. I strain my eyes to attempt to focus on the objects many miles away down this path; what are they? A strange overwelming feeling engulfs my quivering mind. What lies ahead if this path is my chosen route?
Minutes, Hours, Days of deliberating; how long must this decision take? Voices from the others are soon drowned out only second to the throbbing repetitive rhythm my mind had composed to trick me. Should the path for tonight be the clear clean and tranquil walk into sleep or... or...
Before a decision had been made, i felt my hand reaching for the powder so close. This would help me contemplate the fate, this would finalise any quander I had previously been having. A line was presented, this ultimately was the path I had chosen, although looking back was this really a decision?
It was too late to retreat. It was too late for 'I wish I had' thoughts. I had chosen my path, were the others following? My cares for the group had vanished. I could see that the road I had taken was a solitary one.
I started to wonder along the path of black tarmac into the night. A feeling was creeping over what was once the brain that controlled every decision, every thought, every feeling. I knew that there was no longer a return to normality, although I didnt care, I didnt feel anything for the world that was once true to my heart.
I stopped walking, stood still I could hear a shuddering but could see nothing. Was I visually impaired? The shuddering got louder. Louder. Louder.
I looked around, nothing, the path that I had travelled was no longer behind me; all that remained was an empty chasm of black. What had happened to the reality I had once known? An explosion. A speech defying explosion from the root of my mind, an electrocution stemming from the nerve endings in my brain had engulfed the sensors which once controlled my vision of reality.
My mind had become open. Open to a new reality. Open to a new vision. Sounds, Sounds were the only thing I could sense, vision was returning but I couldn't see. Where was I, had I entered hell?
My sight was back. I was standing on a cliff. Nothing behind me to backaway to. I looked up.  Facing me was a rotating door but it wasn't rotating. I was faced with another choice. Was this wise, my previous choice had led me from a distant past into this.  My mind was telling me I wasn't alive as I believed the meaning of alive represented but the faint throbbing from my chest advised that my heart was the only thing keeping me from the brink of eternal indicedence.
I pushed the door. I had spun the black circle. My feet took firm control, though I went out the other side, into something else.
I was back in the sitting room but was it the sitting room I had once been used to? The people were still there, the furniture was identical to the items that were imported from the parsonage but. But. No movement. The once lively figures that once stood with me at the fork in the path of the evening sat still. Lifeless. There was a sound of music, was it music? was it me? I turned. The rotating door was there. The corner of the room was not the passageway that led to the door outside into kibworth. I pushed the door and once again my feet led the way through. The room was not where I wanted to be.
I was on another planet. A red lava filled espace of new territory. Was I alone? I walked. This was too surreal. My mind had awoken. The voices which had driven me into this world were driving me out. I peered into the abyss, the terrain had given something to me. A faint figure on the horizon. Not approaching, not retreating. Perfectly still we both remained. The music played on. I heard a spinning creaking sound. It was the rotating door, it had followed me onto this planet; or had it?
Before I had grasped a hold on the ever shrinking piece of my mind I once owned I was away again. The door had captured me and through I went, the door was no longer a foe, it was the controlling influence that prevented a complete breakdown. It was my sanity. Where was I now? The planet as before but different. The figures from the room were there, but.
We held many an hour of discussion, myself and the figures but nothing was stored in memory for recollection at a later date. The music had stopped. Was this the end?
The door was still rotating. Pulsating. I had gained control of the door, I flicked between the three worlds as often as my mind would allow. Was the door physically real? Hours, days, months passed. My only companion was the door. It provided depths, light, experiences never felt before. A glazed breath of fresh air.
I awoke. I was back in the sitting room, pale. Gloomy but yet inviting. My friends, the figures at the fork had also returned with me. The road was a distant memory. My mind was mine. I had been to the reaches of civilisation and beyond. My perception of reality had been altered for ever.
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- Year Published: 1917
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: Italy
- Source: Tate, W. K., Withers, S., Browne, H. (1917). The Child's World. Richmond, Virginia: Johnson Publishing Company.
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Long ago, on a high hill in Greece, lived Philemon and Baucis.
They were poor, but never unhappy. They had many hives of bees from which they got honey, and many vines from which they gathered grapes. One old cow gave them all the milk that they could use, and they had a little field in which grain was raised.
The old couple had as much as they needed and were always ready to share whatever they had with any one in want. No stranger was ever turned from their door.
At the foot of the hill lay a beautiful village, with pleasant roads and rich pasture lands all around. But it was full of wicked, selfish people, who had no love in their hearts and thought of only themselves.
At the time of this story, the people in the village were very busy. Zeus, who they believed ruled the world, had sent word that he was about to visit them. They were cooking a great feast and making everything beautiful for his coming.
One evening, just at dark, two beggars came into the valley. They stopped at every house and asked for food and a place to sleep; but the people were too busy or too tired. They were thinking only of the coming of Zeus.
With sore feet and being very tired, the two beggars came to the hut of Philemon and Baucis. These good people had eaten very little, for they were saving their best food for Zeus.
When they saw the beggars, Philemon said, “Surely these men need food more than Zeus. They look almost starved.”
“Indeed, they do!” said Baucis, and she ran quickly to fix supper for the men.
She spread her best white cloth upon the table, and fixed bacon, herbs, honey, grapes, bread, and milk. She set these upon the table in all the best dishes she had and called the strangers in.
Then what do you think happened? The dishes that the strangers touched turned to gold. The pitcher was never empty, although they drank glass after glass of milk. The loaf of bread stayed always the same size, although the strangers cut slice after slice.
“These are very strange travelers,” whispered the old couple to each other. “They do wonderful things.”
That night Philemon and Baucis slept upon the floor so the beggars might have their one bed. In the morning they went with the travelers to the foot of the hill to see them safely started on their way.
“Now, good people,” said one of the strangers, “we thank you, and whatever you wish shall be yours.”
As he said this, his face became like that of the sun. Then Philemon and Baucis knew that Zeus had spoken to them.
“Grant, O Zeus, that one of us may not outlive the other,” they cried in one voice.
“Your wish is granted,” said Zeus; “yes, and more. Go to your home and be happy.”
Philemon and Baucis walked home and lo! Their hut was changed into a beautiful castle.
The old people turned around to thank their guests, but they had disappeared.
In this castle Philemon and Baucis lived many years. They still did all they could for others, and were always so happy that they never thought of whishing anything for themselves.
As the years went by, the couple grew very old and feeble. One day Baucis said to Philemon, “I wish we might never die, but could always live together.”
“Ah, that is my wish too!” sighed old Philemon.
The next morning the palace was gone; Baucis and Philemon were gone; but there on the hill stood two beautiful trees, an oak and a linden.
No one knew what became of the good people. After many years however, a traveler lying under the trees heard them whispering to each other.
“Baucis,” whispered the oak.
“Philemon,” replied the linden.
There the trees stood through sun and rain, always ready to spread their leafy shade over every tired stranger who passed that way.


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ASSIGNMENT: design, make, and document a press-fit construction kit.
computer_cutting/index.htmlThe goal of this exercise is to design and fabricate a Press-fit Construction Kit.
Problem n.1: I have never used a laser cutter
Problem n.2: materials
Problem n.3: dimensions / weight
To reach the goal I decided to design a lamp. I used "Rhinoceros", to shape the lamp and to check joints, I choose "Illustrator" to create a useful file.
The material we can use is a single wall board cardboard (1300x900x2,5). A very versatile material, but with different behaviors depending of the cut, so I chose to use curved cuts.
Design idea was born from the simple act of slicing a pear.
Laser cut, Vrel laser CO2 ME-1300;
Work area (XxYxZ): 1300x900x360 mm;
Power: 130W / CO2;
Resolution: da 100-1000 DPI, 0.01 mm;
Materials: paper, cardboard, leather, plexiglass, methacrylates, acrylics, fabrics, wood.
Rhino 3D: to develop forms, and to create joints.
Illustrator: to convert files in the right format for the Laser cut.
The lamp consists of 12 vertical and 9 horizontal slabs.
I used: Speed 200, Power cut 26, Power corners and curves 11.
I took the socket, the electric cable, the switch, purposely bought, and I assembled the support for electricity. I joined it with the first horizontal ring and I started to assemble vertical slats.
P.S.: Friday, ready for the first test, the machine got crazy and did not cut. We decided to insist on Saturday, and at 18pm we found the way. We managed to cut one layer at time.
Using the vinyl-cut has been very funny. I am obsessed by geometric shapes, so I made a hexagonal pattern, repeated in multiple dimensions. It has been really nice to use an apparently simple machine as the vinyl-cut, because you understand its potential just by using it.
Roland Stika SV-15, vinyl cut.
Work area (XxY):340x1000mm.
Dimensions of the material: width 360-381mm. Max length 1100mm.
Materials (XxY): PVC o material for stickers.
The software to generate the G-code of Stika is Cut Studio, it recognizes all graphics formats (ai, bmp, jpeg, etc.) but he loves only files little complex as bmp files.
In fact, I have drawn the pattern with Illustrator, but the format .ai created problems to Cut Studio, so I saved in .bpm with Paint, and everything went smoothly.
Phases:
- Opening Cut Studio;
- Importing file;
- Function object;
- Image Outline;
- Extract contour lines;
- Ok;
- Cutting.
P.S.: Before you start cutting, you have to place the material in the machine. To ensure the success of the cut, you have to place a thin cardboard under the material. In this way, the machine works better.
Illustrator: to draw the project;
Paint: to convert file format;
Cut Studio: to create G-code.
LASER-CUTTER SLICES
inside.ai outside.ai model.3dmVINYL-CUTTER
geometric-stensil.ai geometric-stensil outline.ai geometric-stensil.bmp


Class: Aws::Glacier::TreeHash
| Relationships & Source Files | |
| Inherits: | Object |
| Defined in: | gems/aws-sdk-glacier/lib/aws-sdk-glacier/tree_hash.rb |
Overview
Used for computing a tree hash SHA256 checksum of an object.
tree_hash = TreeHash.new tree_hash.update(file.read(1024 * 1024)) until file.eof? tree_hash.digest
Limitations and Notes
There are two main limitations to be aware of when using TreeHash
:
TreeHash
is not thread safe. Use multipleTreeHash
objects to concurrently compute a tree hash of a large object. Join their hashes at the end into a single TreeHash and then call #digestTreeHash.new(tree_hashes.map(&:hashes).flatten)
You must call #update with 1MB chunks of data. Only the final chunk may be smaller than 1MB.
If you have a large object/file, and you would like to compute the
chunks concurrently, you must break the original file/data into sections
that are evenly divisible by 1MB. Each section of data requires
a seperate TreeHash
object to compute hashes. Once all sections of
data are complete, you can rejoin their #hashes in sequential order
into a single TreeHash
, then call #digest on the final tree hash.
Class Method Summary
- .new(hashes = []) ⇒ TreeHash constructor
Instance Attribute Summary
Instance Method Summary
Constructor Details
.new(hashes = []) ⇒ TreeHash
Instance Attribute Details
#hashes ⇒ Array
<String
> (rw)
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-glacier/lib/aws-sdk-glacier/tree_hash.rb', line 42
attr_accessor :hashes
Instance Method Details
#digest
[ GitHub ]# File 'gems/aws-sdk-glacier/lib/aws-sdk-glacier/tree_hash.rb', line 52
def digest hashes = @hashes digest = OpenSSL::Digest.new('sha256') until hashes.count == 1 hashes = hashes.each_slice(2).map do |h1,h2| digest.reset if h2 digest.update(h1) digest.update(h2) digest.digest else h1 end end end hashes.first.bytes.map{|x| x.to_i.to_s(16).rjust(2, '0')}.join('') end
#update(chunk) ⇒ String
# File 'gems/aws-sdk-glacier/lib/aws-sdk-glacier/tree_hash.rb', line 46
def update(chunk) @hashes << @digest.update(chunk).digest @digest.reset @hashes.last end


As a fairly experienced user of opiate and psudo-opiate pharms (codiene, ultram, lortab, dilaudid, fentanyl etc.) I didn't expect much from a natural herb such as kava kava. I have been a daily user of ultram for probably 5 years, taking as much as 1500mg/day or 25 50mg tabs.
Anyway, I ran out of ultram one day recently which for me can produce some fairly unpleasant withdrawl symptoms. After some research online I decided to give Kava a try for a supplement to help me deal with withdrawl. I went to the local healthfood store and picked up a bottle of 60 250mg 30% kavalactone tabs and popped 7 of them immediately.
I noticed no effects, but I also did not experience nearly the level of withdrawls I had in the past. Of course by the end of the day I had managed to get my hands on a script for the ultram So I had to try em together. I popped down 10 ultram and 15 kava tablets and within 30 minutes I felt great. The kava seemed to compliment the ultram buzz very nicely. I enjoy being functional, yet having a nice, euphoric feeling and state of mind. Very nice.
After taking the 30% kavakava tabs for a few days, I decided to go online and get some higher kavalactone content geltabs (84%) I believe, from what appeared to be a higher quality, more reputable kava farm. Today I took 25 of the 84% kava geltabs (no ultram yet), making sure to pop a couple in my mouth, which produced a nice numbing effect, and really didn't taste bad at all. Within 25 minutes I felt relaxed and calm, just a nice buzz to sit around and relax and be happy.
All in all I like kava, and when I am ready to quit tramadol all together I think it will be a great aid, and something any opiate addict should try both recreationally and as a tool. I guess theres good reason the pacific islanders have been using kava for thousands of years...Aloha! :)
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Some of the activities described are dangerous and/or illegal and none are recommended by Erowid.


Egwene’s eyes opened, stared at nothing. For a moment she lay on her bedding, idly fingering the Great Serpent ring on its thong around her neck. Wearing it on her hand caused too many odd looks. Easier to fit in as a student of the Wise Ones if no one thought of her as Aes Sedai. Which she was not, of course. She was Accepted, yet had pretended to be Aes Sedai so long, she sometimes almost forgot that she was not.
A bit of early sunlight crept in at the door flap, barely lighting the tent’s interior. She might as well not have slept at all, and her temples were throbbing.  Anyway, back home Nynaeve had taught her something of herbs, and she had managed to find a few of the right sort here in Cairhien. Sleepwell root would make her drowsy—or maybe, as weary she was, it might put her under for hours—but it would clear any vestige of a headache.
Climbing to her feet, she straightened her twisted sweat-soaked shift and padded across the layered carpets to the washbasin, a carved crystal bowl that had probably once held wine punch for some nobleman. In any case, it held plain water as well as the blue-glazed pitcher did, water that hardly felt cool at all when she splashed it on her face. Her gaze met her own eyes in the small gilt-framed mirror propped against the dark tent wall, and her cheeks crimsoned.
“Well, what did you think would happen?” she whispered. She would not have thought it possible, but her reflection’s face grew redder.
It had only been a dream, not like Tel’aran’rhiod, where what happened to you was real when you woke. But she remembered everything, just as if it had been real.  Just a dream, and Gawyn’s dream at that. He had no right to dream about her like that.
“It was all his doing,” she told her reflection angrily, “not mine! I had no choice in it!”  Trying to hold a man at fault for his dreams.
Pausing at the door flap, she stooped to peer out. Her low tent stood on the edge of the Aiel encampment. The gray walls of Cairhien rose some two miles to the west across the bare hills, with nothing between except the charred ground where Foregate had once encircled the city. By the sharp cast to the light, the sun was just peeking over the horizon, yet Aiel already bustled among the tents.
No early rising for her this morning.  She was very much afraid she might—after that she could sleep until afternoon. The smell of cooking porridge was no competition for heavy eyelids.
Wearily she went back to her blankets and collapsed, rubbing her temples. She was too tired to prepare the sleepwell root, but then, she thought she was too tired for it to matter. The dull pain always faded in an hour or so; it would be gone when she woke.
Given everything, it was no surprise that Gawyn filled her dreams. Sometimes she repeated one of his, though not exactly, of course; in her versions, certain embarrassing events just did not occur, or at least were glossed over. Gawyn spent a good deal more time reciting poetry, and holding her while they watched sunrises and sunsets. He did not stumble over saying he loved her, either. And he looked as handsome as he really was. Others were all her own. Tender kisses that lasted forever. Him kneeling while she cupped his head in her hands. Some made no sense. Twice, right atop one another, she dreamed of taking him by the shoulders and trying to turn him to face the other way against his will. Once he brushed her hands away roughly; the other time, she was somehow stronger than he. The two blended together hazily. In another he began swinging a door closed on her, and she knew if that narrowing gap of light vanished, she was dead.
Dreams tumbled through her head, not all of him, and usually nightmarish.  Seemingly unaware of them, he kept trying to throw away that axe of his, until finally he ran, the axe floating through the air, chasing him. Again Perrin; he turned away from a Tinker and ran, faster and faster though she called for him to come back. Mat spoke strange words she almost understood—the Old Tongue, she thought—and two ravens alighted on his shoulders, claws sinking through his coat into the flesh beneath. He seemed no more aware of them than Perrin had been of the hawk and falcon, yet defiance passed across his face, and then grim acceptance. In another a woman, face shrouded in shadow, beckoned him toward great danger; Egwene did not know what, only that it was monstrous. Several concerned Rand, not all bad, but all odd. Elayne, forcing him to his knees with one hand. Elayne and Min and Aviendha, sitting in a silent circle around him, each in turn reaching out to lay a hand on him. Him walking toward a burning mountain, something crunching beneath his boots. She stirred and whimpered; the crunching things were the seals on the Dark One’s prison, shattering with his every step. She knew it. She did not need to see them to know.
Feeding on fear, her dreams became worse. The two strange women she had been seeing in Tel’aran’rhiod caught her and dragged her before a table full of hooded women, and when they took off their hoods, every one was Liandrin, the Black sister who had captured her in Tear. A hard-faced Seanchan woman handed her a silvery bracelet and necklace connected by a silvery leash, an a’dam. That made her cry out; Seanchan had put an a’dam on her once. She would die before letting it happen again. Rand capered through the streets of Cairhien, laughing as he blasted buildings and people with lightning and fire, and other men ran with him, hurling the Power; that awful amnesty of his had been announced in Cairhien, but surely no man would choose to channel. The Wise Ones caught her in Tel’aran’rhiod and sold her like an animal in the lands beyond the Aiel Waste; that was what they did to Cairhienin they found in the Waste. She stood outside herself, watching her face melt, her skull crack open, and dimly seen shapes poke at her with hard sticks. Poke at her. Poke . . .

“Forgive me, Aes Sedai. I only meant to wake you to break the night’s fast.”
“You didn’t have to jab a hole in my ribs,” Egwene muttered, and was instantly sorry.
Irritation flared in Cowinde’s deep blue eyes, and was snuffed out, hidden behind the gai’shain mask of compliant acceptance. Sworn to obey meekly and touch no weapon for a year and a day, gai’shain accepted whatever happened, whether a rude word, a blow, even a knife in the heart very likely. Though to an Aiel, killing a gai’shain was the same as killing a child. There was no excuse; the perpetrator would be struck down by his own brother or sister. Yet it was a mask, Egwene was certain. Gai’shain worked at it doggedly, but they were still Aiel, and a people less meek Egwene could not imagine. Even one like Cowinde, who refused to put off the white when her year and a day was done. Her refusal was an act of stubborn pride and defiance, as much as any man refusing to retreat from ten enemies. Such tangles the Aiel’s ji’e’toh got them into.
That was one reason Egwene tried to watch how she spoke to gai’shain, especially those like Cowinde. They had no way to fight back without violating everything they believed in. On the other hand, Cowinde had been a Maiden of the Spear, and would be again if she could ever be convinced to put off that robe. Forgetting the Power, she could probably tie Egwene into a knot while honing a spear at the same time.
“I do not want any breakfast,” Egwene told her. “Just go away and let me sleep.”
“No breakfast?” Amys said, necklaces and bracelets of ivory and silver and gold clicking as she ducked into the tent. She wore no rings—Aiel did not—but for the rest she had on enough to do three women with some to spare. “I thought your appetite at least had recovered fully.”
Bair and Melaine followed her in, each as bedecked with jewelry. The three were from different clans, but where most other Wise Ones who had crossed the Dragonwall stayed close to their septs, their tents were together nearby. They took places on bright, tasseled cushions at the foot of her bedding, adjusting the dark shawls Aiel women never seemed to be without. Those not Far Dareis Mai, anyway. Amys was as white-haired as Bair, but where Bair’s grandmotherly face bore deep creases, Amys looked oddly young, perhaps because of the contrast between hair and face. She said it had been nearly as pale when she was a child.
Usually Bair or Amys took the lead, but today Melaine, sun-haired and green-eyed, spoke first. “If you stop eating, you cannot get well. We had considered letting you come to the next meeting with the other Aes Sedai—they ask every time when you will come—”
“And make wetlander fools of themselves every time,” Amys put in acidly. She was not a sour woman, but the Aes Sedai in Salidar seemed to make her so. Maybe it was just meeting Aes Sedai. By custom, Wise Ones avoided them, especially Wise Ones who could channel, like Amys and Melaine. Besides, they were not pleased that the Aes Sedai had replaced Nynaeve and Elayne at the meetings. Neither was Egwene. She suspected the Wise Ones felt they had impressed those two with the seriousness of Tel’aran’rhiod. By the fragments she heard of the meetings now, the Aes Sedai were not impressed at all. Very little impressed Aes Sedai.
“But we may have to think again,” Melaine went on calmly. She had been prickly as a thornbush before her recent marriage, but little seemed to crack her composure now. “You must not return to the dream until your body has its full strength back.”
“Your eyes are pinched,” Bair said in a concerned, reedy voice that matched her face. In many ways she was the hardest of the three, though. “Did you sleep poorly?”
“How could she otherwise?” Amys asked grumpily. “I tried to look in on her dreams three times last night, and found nothing. No one can sleep well if they do not dream.”
 They would have to check on the one night she was not back in her body in just a few hours.
Melaine frowned. Not at Egwene; at Cowinde, still kneeling with her head down. “There is a pile of sand near my tent,” she said with something near her old sharpness. “You will search it grain by grain until you find one red grain. If it is not the one I seek, you will have to begin again. Go now.” Cowinde merely bowed until her face touched the colorful carpets, then scampered out. Looking at Egwene, Melaine smiled pleasantly. “You seem surprised. If she will not do what is proper on her own, I will make her decide to do it. Since she claims to serve me yet, she is still my responsibility.”
Bair’s long hair swung as she shook her head. “It will not work.” She adjusted her shawl on angular shoulders. Egwene sweated in just her shift, with the sun not really up yet, but the Aiel were used to far hotter. “I have beaten Juric and Beira until my arm wearied, but however many times I tell them to take off the white, they are back in the robes before sunset.”
“It is an abomination,” Amys muttered. “Since we crossed into the wetlands, a full quarter of those whose time is done have refused to return to their septs. They twist ji’e’toh beyond its meaning.”
That was Rand’s doing. He had revealed to all what only clan chiefs and Wise Ones had known before, that once all Aiel had refused to touch weapons or do violence. Now some believed they all properly should be gai’shain. Others refused to accept Rand as the Car’a’carn because of it, and still a few each day went to join the Shaido in the mountains to the north. Some simply threw down their weapons and vanished; no one knew what came of them. Taken by the bleakness, the Aiel called it. The strangest part of it to Egwene was that none of the Aiel blamed Rand, except the Shaido anyway. The Prophecy of Rhuidean said that the Car’a’carn would take them back and destroy them. Back to what, none seemed certain, but that he would destroy them, somehow, they accepted as calmly as Cowinde had begun a task she knew was hopeless.
Right that moment Egwene would not have cared if every Aiel in Cairhien donned a white robe. Let these Wise Ones even suspect what she had been up to . . . she would have dug through a hundred piles of sand, willingly, but she did not think she would be so lucky. Her punishment would be much worse. Once Amys had said if she failed to do exactly as she was told—the World of Dreams being too dangerous, without that promise—Amys would no longer teach her. No doubt the others would agree; that was the punishment she feared. Better a thousand piles of sand under a broiling sun.
“Do not look so shaken,” Bair chuckled. “Amys is not angry at all wetlanders, certainly not at you, who have become like a daughter of our tents. It is your sister Aes Sedai. The one called Carlinya suggested we may be holding you against your will.”
“Suggested?” Amys’ pale eyebrows climbed nearly to her hairline. “The woman said as much!”
“And learned to guard her tongue better.” Bair laughed, rocking on her scarlet cushion. “I will wager she did. When we left them, she was still yelping and trying to get those scarlet puffers out of her dress. A scarlet puffer,” she confided to Egwene, “looks much like a red adder if your eye is dull like a wetlander’s, but it is not poisonous. It does wriggle when confined, though.”
Amys sniffed. “They would have been gone if she thought of them gone. The woman learns nothing. The Aes Sedai we served in the Age of Legends could not have been such fools.” But she sounded mollified.
Melaine was chortling quite openly, and Egwene found herself giggling too. Some Aiel humor was beyond explaining, but not this. She had only met Carlinya three times, but the image of that stiff, icily supercilious woman dancing about trying to haul snakes out of her dress—it was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud.
“At least your humor is in good fettle,” Melaine said.
“Good. We were worried when they persisted. So long as you refrain from entering the dream for a while longer, they should stay away. Do not fear you suffer any ill effect from them; the body uses pain to tell us to rest.”
That nearly made Egwene laugh again, though not in humor. Aiel ignored gaping wounds and broken bones because they could not be bothered right then. “How much longer do I have to stay out?” she asked.  The first ten days after Lanfear hit her with whatever that had been were bad enough; then she could not even think without her head splitting. Once she could, what her mother called “the itchy hands of idleness” had driven her into Tel’aran’rhiod behind the Wise Ones’ backs. You learned nothing resting. “The next meeting, you said?”
“Perhaps,” Melaine replied with a shrug. “We will see. But you must eat. If your desire for food is gone, something is wrong that we do not know.”
“Oh, I can eat.” The porridge cooking outside did smell good. “I was just being lazy, I suppose.” Getting up without wincing was a chore; her head did not like being moved yet. “I thought of some more questions last night.”
Melaine rolled her eyes in amusement. “Since you were hurt you ask five questions for every one you asked before.”
Because she was trying to puzzle things out for herself. She could not say that, of course, so she just dug a clean shift from one of the small chests lining the tent wall and exchanged it for her sweaty one.
“Questions are good,” Bair said. “Ask.”
Egwene chose her words carefully. And went on with her dressing, casually, in the same white algode blouse and bulky wool skirt the Wise Ones wore. “Is it possible to be pulled into someone’s dream against your will?”
“Of course not,” Amys said, “not unless your touch is all thumbs.”
But right on top of her, Bair said, “Not unless there is strong emotion involved. If you try to watch the dream of someone who loves or hates you, you can be pulled in. Or if you love or hate them. That last is why we do not dare try to watch Sevanna’s dreams, or even to speak with the Shaido Wise Ones in their dreams.” It still surprised Egwene that these women, and the other Wise Ones, all visited and talked with the Shaido Wise Ones. Wise Ones were supposed to be above feuds and battles, but she would have thought opposing the Car’a’carn, vowing to kill him, took the Shaido well beyond that. “Leaving the dream of someone who hates you, or loves you,” Bair finished, “is like trying to climb from a deep pit with sheer sides.”
“There is that.” Amys seemed to recover her humor suddenly; she gave Melaine a sidelong glance. “That is why no dreamwalker ever makes the mistake of trying to watch her husband’s dreams.” Melaine stared straight ahead, face darkening. “She does not make it twice anyway,” Amys added.
Bair grinned, deepening the creases of her face, and very pointedly did not look at Melaine. “It can be quite a shock, especially if he is angry with you.  Bair cackled loudly.
Egwene stifled curiosity, and amusement. She made her voice ever so offhanded. “What if you don’t try to look in?” Melaine gave her a grateful look, and she felt a twinge of guilt. Not enough that she would not ask for the whole story later, though. Anything that made Melaine blush so had to be hilarious.
“I heard of such a thing,” Bair said, “when I was young and just beginning to learn. Mora, the Wise One of Colrada Hold, trained me, and she said that if the emotion was very strong, love or hate so great it left room for nothing else, you could be drawn in merely by letting yourself be aware of the other’s dream.”
“I have never heard anything like that,” Melaine said. Amys merely looked doubtful.
“Nor have I from any save Mora,” Bair told them, “but she was a remarkable woman. It was said she was approaching her three hundredth year when she died from a bloodsnake’s bite, yet she looked as young as either of you. I was only a girl, but I remember her well. She knew many things, and could channel strongly. Other Wise Ones came from every clan to learn from her. I think love so great, or hate so, is very rare, but she said this happened to her twice, once with the first man she married, and once with a rival for her third husband’s interest.”
“Three hundred?” Egwene exclaimed, a soft knee-high boot half-laced. Surely even Aes Sedai did not live that long.
“I said that it was said,” Bair replied, smiling.  Someday I will tell you the story of how Mora moved a mountain. Supposedly, at least.”
“Another day?” Melaine said a touch too politely. Plainly she still smarted over whatever had happened in Bael’s dream, and over the fact the others knew. “I heard every tale of Mora when I was a child; I have them all by heart, I think. If Egwene ever finishes dressing, we must see her fed.” A gleam in her green eyes said she meant to watch every bite go down; clearly her suspicions about Egwene’s health had not been soothed. “And answer the rest of her questions.”
Frantically Egwene fumbled for another. Usually she had a slew of questions, but the events of the night had left her with just that one. If she let it remain at that, they might start wondering whether it had come because she had sneaked off to spy on someone’s dream. Another question. Not about her own odd dreams. Some of them probably had meaning, if she could ferret it out. Anaiya claimed Egwene was a Dreamer, able to foretell the course of future events, and these three women thought it might be so, but they said she had to learn it from within. Besides, she was not sure she wanted to discuss her dreams with anyone. These women already knew more than she really liked about what went on inside her head. “Ah . . . what about dreamwalkers who aren’t Wise Ones? I mean, do you ever see other women in Tel’aran’rhiod?”
“Sometimes,” Amys said, “but not often. Without a guide to teach her, a woman may not realize she does more than have vivid dreams.”
“And of course,” Bair added, “unknowing as she is, the dream may well kill her before she can learn . . . ”
Safely away from the dangerous topic, Egwene relaxed. She had received more answer than she could have hoped for. She already knew she loved Gawyn—Did you, then? a voice whispered. Were you willing to admit it?—and his dreams certainly indicated he loved her. Though of course, if men could say things waking they did not mean, they very probably could dream them. But to have the Wise Ones confirm it, that he loved her strongly enough to overwhelm anything she . . .
No. That was to be dealt with later. She did not even have an idea where in the world he was. The important thing now was that she knew the danger. She would be able to recognize Gawyn’s dreams the next time, and avoid them. If you really want to, that small voice whispered. She hoped the Wise Ones took the color rising in her cheeks for a healthy glow. She wished she knew what her own dreams meant. If they meant anything.
Yawning, Elayne climbed onto a stone stoop so she could see over the heads of the crowd. There were no soldiers in Salidar today, but people packed the street and hung out of windows, waiting in hushed anticipation, all staring at the Little Tower. The shuffling of feet and an occasional cough from the rising dust were the only sounds. Despite the early morning heat, people barely moved beyond stirring a fan or hat to make a little breeze.
Leane stood in the gap between two thatch-roofed houses, on the arm of a tall, hard-faced man Elayne had never seen before. Very much on his arm. No doubt one of Leane’s agents. Most Aes Sedai eyes-and-ears were women, but Leane’s all seemed to be men. She kept them largely out of sight, but Elayne had noticed her once or twice patting an unfamiliar cheek, smiling up at a pair of strange eyes. She had no idea how Leane did it. Elayne was sure if she tried those Domani tricks, the fellow would think she had promised a good more than she intended, but these men took a pat and a smile from Leane and went trotting away as happy as if handed a chest of gold.
Elsewhere in the crowd, Elayne spotted Birgitte, wisely keeping away from her this morning. For a change that horrid Areina was nowhere to be seen. The night had been well beyond hectic, and Elayne had not gone to bed until the sky was already beginning to lighten toward gray. In truth, she would not have gone at all if Birgitte had not told Ashmanaille she thought Elayne looked unsteady. Not a matter of how she looked at all, of course; the bond with a Warder ran both ways. So what if she had been a little tired? There had been plenty of work to do, and she could still channel more strongly than half the Aes Sedai in Salidar. That bond told her that Birgitte had not slept yet, not her! Elayne sent off to bed like a novice, while Birgitte carried the injured and cleared away wreckage all night!
A glance showed Leane alone now, squeezing into the crowd to find a good place to watch. There was no sign of the tall man.
A yawning, bleary-eyed Nynaeve climbed up beside Elayne, glaring down a leather-vested woodcutter who would have gotten there before her. Muttering to himself, the fellow shoved back into the crowd. Elayne wished Nynaeve would not do that. The yawn, not the glare. Her own jaw cracked in mimicry before she could stop it. There was some excuse for Birgitte—some, maybe; a little—but none for Nynaeve. Theodrin could not possibly expect her to have stayed awake after last night, and Elayne had heard Anaiya tell her to go to bed, yet there she was when Elayne came in, balancing herself on the stool despite its now crooked leg, head nodding every two minutes, muttering about showing Theodrin, showing everyone.
The a’dam bracelet conveyed fear to Elayne, of course, but something that might have been amusement as well. Moghedien had spent the night hiding under her bed, untouched and, because she was well hidden, without picking up one single stick of rubbish. She had even gotten a good night’s sleep once the first commotion died down. It seemed that old saw about the Dark One’s luck held sometimes.
Nynaeve began another yawn, and Elayne jerked her eyes away. Even so, she had to shove her fist against her mouth in a not very successful attempt to avoid imitation. The shuffling feet and coughs took on an impatient sound.
The Sitters were still inside the Little Tower with Tarna, but the Red’s roan gelding already stood in the street before the former inn, and a dozen Warders were holding their horses’ bridles, their color-shifting cloaks making them uneasy to look at, an escort of honor for the first miles of Tarna’s journey back to Tar Valon. The crowd waited for more than the Tower envoy’s departure, though most looked as worn out as Elayne felt.
“You’d think she was . . . was . . . ” Nynaeve gaped hard behind her hand.
“Oh, blood and ashes,” Elayne muttered, or tried to. Everything after “oh” came out a strangled croak around the fist stuffed in her mouth.  She would have said more, but had no chance.
“Why don’t they give her a procession?” Nynaeve growled. “I do not see why they have to give the woman all this to-do.” And she yawned again. Again!
“Because she is Aes Sedai, sleepyhead,” Siuan said, joining them. “Two sleepyheads,” she added with a glance at Elayne. “You’ll catch minnows if you keep doing that.”  As usual, it slid off like rain from a glazed roof tile. “Tarna is Aes Sedai, my girls,” Siuan went on, peering toward the waiting horses. Or maybe it was the clean cart that had been pulled in front of the stone building that had her eye. “An Aes Sedai is Aes Sedai, and nothing changes that.” Nynaeve gave her a look she did not see.
Elayne was glad Nynaeve held her tongue; the obvious reply would have been hurtful. “What was the toll last night?”
Siuan answered without looking away from where Tarna would appear. “Seven dead, here in the village. Nearly a hundred in the soldiers’ camps. All those swords and axes and the like lying about, and no one to channel them down. There are sisters out there now, Healing.”
“Lord Gareth?” Elayne asked, a touch anxiously. The man might be cold toward her now, but once he had had a warm smile for a child and a pocket that always held hard candies.
Siuan snorted so hard that people turned around to look. “That one,” she muttered. “A lionfish would break its teeth on the man.”
“You seem in a fine temper this morning,” Nynaeve said. “Have you finally learned what the Tower’s message is? Gareth Bryne asked you to marry him? Somebody died and left you—?”
Elayne tried not to look at Nynaeve; even the sound of a yawn made her jaws creak.
Siuan gave Nynaeve a level look, but for once Nynaeve met it just as flatly, if a bit watery-eyed.
“If you’ve learned something,” Elayne broke in before they could stare one another senseless, “tell us.”
“A woman who claims to be Aes Sedai when she isn’t,” Siuan murmured as though voicing an idle thought, “is neck-deep in a boiling kettle, true enough, but if she’s claimed a particular Ajah, that Ajah has first call on her. Has Myrelle ever told you about the woman she caught claiming to be a Green in Chachin? A former novice who failed her test for Accepted. Ask her, some time when she has an hour or two. It will take that long to tell.
For some reason the threat had no more effect than the glare had on Nynaeve, not even a quiver. Perhaps they were both just too tired.  Siuan’s eyes narrowed, and suddenly Elayne yelped, clapping a hand to her hip.
Siuan drew back the hand that had delivered the pinch without any try at stealth. “I don’t take well to threats, girl. You know as well as I do what Elaida said; you saw it before anyone here.”
“Come back; all is forgiven?” Nynaeve said incredulously.
“More or less. With a load of fish guts about the Tower needing to be whole more now than ever, and a bit of slippery eeling about no one needing to fear except those who ‘have placed themselves in true rebellion.’ The Light knows what that means. I don’t.”
“Why are they keeping it secret?” Elayne demanded. “They can’t possibly think anyone will go back to Elaida. All they need do is trot out Logain.” Siuan said nothing, only frowned at the waiting Warders.
“I still don’t see why they’re asking for more time,” Nynaeve muttered. “They know what they have to do.” Siuan kept silent, but Nynaeve’s eyebrows rose slowly. “You didn’t know their answer.”
“I do now.” Siuan clipped the words, and said something under her breath about “weak-kneed fools.” Elayne agreed silently.
Suddenly the front door of the onetime inn opened. Half a dozen Sitters came out in their fringed shawls, one from each Ajah, then Tarna, followed by the rest. If the waiting folk had expected some sort of ceremony, they were sorely disappointed. Climbing into her saddle, Tarna ran her eyes slowly over the Sitters, glanced at the crowd with an unreadable face, then heeled the gelding to a walk. Her encircling escort of Warders moved with her. A concerned buzz, like the sound of disturbed bees, rose from the onlookers as they gave way.
The murmuring lasted until Tarna passed from sight, out of the village, and Romanda climbed up onto the cart, smoothly hitching her yellow-fringed shawl into place. Dead silence fell. By tradition the eldest Sitter made pronouncements from the Hall. Romanda did not move like an old woman, of course, and her face was as ageless as any, yet even streaks of gray hair marked considerable age on an Aes Sedai, and the bun gathered at the nape of her neck was pale gray without a trace of anything darker. Elayne wondered how old she was, but asking an Aes Sedai’s age was about the rudest thing possible.
Romanda wove simple flows of Air to make her high soprano voice carry; it came to Elayne as if she had been face-to-face with the woman. “Many of you have been worried these last few days, but needlessly. Had Tarna Sedai not come to us, we would have sent missives to the White Tower ourselves. After all, we can hardly be said to be hiding here.” She paused as if to give the crowd time to laugh, but they merely stared at her, and she adjusted her shawl. “Our purpose here has not changed. We seek truth and justice, to do what is right . . . ”
“Right for who?” Nynaeve murmured.
“ . . . and we shall neither flag nor fail. Go about your tasks as you have, assured that you remain sheltered beneath our hands, now and after our assured return to our proper places in the White Tower. The Light shine upon you all. The Light shine upon all of us.”
The murmuring rose again, and the crowd began milling slowly, as Romanda climbed down. Siuan’s face might have been carved from stone; her lips were pinched bloodless. Elayne wanted to ask questions, but Nynaeve hopped off the stoop and began pushing toward the three-story stone building. Elayne followed quickly. Last night Nynaeve had been ready to toss out what they had learned with never a care; it had to be presented carefully if it was to be any use in swaying the Hall. And it certainly seemed they did need swaying. Romanda’s announcement had been a wagonload of nothing. It had certainly upset Siuan.
Wriggling between two hefty fellows who were glaring at Nynaeve’s back—she had stepped on toes to get by—Elayne glanced over her shoulder and caught Siuan watching her and Nynaeve. For just a moment; as soon as the woman realized she had been seen, she pretended to spot someone in the crowd and jumped down as if going to them. Frowning, Elayne hurried on. Was Siuan upset, or was she not? How much of her irritation and ignorance were really pretense? Nynaeve’s notion of running off to Caemlyn—Elayne was not sure she had given it up yet—was worse than silly, but she herself was looking forward to Ebou Dar, to doing something of real use. All these secrets and suspicions were an itch she could not reach. If only Nynaeve did not put her foot in it.
She caught up to Nynaeve just as the other woman caught Sheriam, near the cart Romanda had spoken from. Morvrin was there too, and Carlinya, all three in their shawls. All the Aes Sedai wore shawls this morning. Carlinya’s short hair, worked into a cap of dark curls, was the only sign of their near disaster in Tel’aran’rhiod.
“We need to speak to you alone,” Nynaeve told Sheriam. “In private.”
Elayne sighed. Not the best beginning, but not the worst, either.
Sheriam studied the two of them for a moment, then glanced at Morvrin and Carlinya and said, “Very well. Inside.”
When they turned, Romanda was between them and the door, a solidly handsome, dark-eyed woman with her yellow-fringed shawl, all flowers and vines except for the Flame of Tar Valon, high between her shoulders. Ignoring Nynaeve, she smiled warmly at Elayne, one of those smiles Elayne had come to expect, and dread, from Aes Sedai. For Sheriam and Carlinya and Morvrin, though, her face was very different. She stared at them, expressionless, head erect, until they dipped slight curtsies and murmured, “By your leave, Sitter.” Only then did she move aside, and even then she sniffed loudly.
The common run of folk never noticed, of course, but Elayne had caught snippets among the Aes Sedai about Sheriam and her little council. Some thought they only saw to the day-to-day running of Salidar, freeing the Hall for more important matters. Some knew they had influence with the Hall, but how much varied according to who spoke. Romanda was one who believed they had entirely too much; worse, they had two Blues and no Yellow in their number. Elayne felt her eyes as she followed the others through the doorway.
Sheriam led them to one of the private chambers just off the former common room, with beetle-chewed paneling and a paper-strewn table against one wall. Her eyebrows lifted when Nynaeve asked them to ward against eavesdropping, but she wove the ward around the inside of the room without comment. Remembering Nynaeve’s excursion, Elayne checked to be sure both windows were tightly shut.
“I expect no less than news Rand al’Thor is on his way here,” Morvrin said dryly. A quick glance passed between the other two Aes Sedai. Elayne stifled indignation; they really did think she and Nynaeve were holding back secrets about Rand. Them and their secrets!
“Not that,” Nynaeve said, “but something as important, in a different way.” And out tumbled the story of their trip to Ebou Dar and finding the bowl ter’angreal. Not in proper order, and not mentioning the Tower, but all the essential points were there.
“Are you certain this bowl is a ter’angreal? Sheriam asked when Nynaeve ran down. “It can affect the weather?”
“Yes, Aes Sedai,” Elayne answered simply. Simple was best, to begin. Morvrin grunted; the woman doubted everything.
Sheriam nodded, shifting her shawl. “Then you have done well. We will send a letter to Merilille.” Merilille Ceandevin was the Gray sister sent to convince the queen in Ebou Dar to support Salidar. “We will need all the details from you.”
“She’ll never find it,” Nynaeve burst out before Elayne could open her mouth. “Elayne and I can.” Aes Sedai eyes chilled.
“It probably would be impossible for her,” Elayne put in hastily. “We saw where the bowl is, and it will be difficult for us. But at least we know what we saw. Describing it in a letter just won’t be the same.”
“Ebou Dar is no place for Accepted,” Carlinya said coldly.
Morvrin’s tone was a little more kindly, if still gruff. “We must all do what we can do best, child. Do you think Edesina or Afara or Guisin wanted to go to Tarabon? What can they do to bring order to that unquiet land? But we must try, so they went. Kiruna and Bera are probably in the Spine of the World right this minute, on their way to search for Rand al’Thor in the Aiel Waste because we thought—only thought—when we sent them that he might be there. That we were right makes their journey no less futile now, with him out of the Waste. We all do what we can, what we must. You two are Accepted. Accepted do not go running off to Ebou Dar or anywhere else. What you two can and must do is remain here and study. Were you full sisters, I would still say keep you here. No one has made the sort of discoveries you have, the sheer number in so short a time, in a hundred years.”
Nynaeve being Nynaeve, she ignored what she did not want to hear and focused on Carlinya. “We have done very well on our own, thank you. I doubt Ebou Dar can be as bad as Tanchico.”
Elayne did not think the woman knew she had a death grip on her braid. Would Nynaeve never learn that simple civility sometimes won what honesty would surely lose? “I understand your concerns, Aes Sedai,” Elayne said, “but however immodest it might be, the truth is that I am better qualified to locate a ter’angreal than anyone else in Salidar. And Nynaeve and I know better where to look than we could ever put on paper. If you send us to Merilille Sedai, under her guidance I am sure we could locate it in short order. A few days to Ebou Dar by riverboat and a few days back, with a few days under Merilille Sedai’s eye in Ebou Dar.” It was an effort not to draw a deep breath. “In the meantime, you could send a message to one of Siuan’s eyes-and-ears in Caemlyn, so it will be there when Merana Sedai and the embassy arrive.”
“Why under the Light should we do that?” Morvrin rumbled.
“I thought Nynaeve told you, Aes Sedai. I’m not sure, but I think the bowl needs a man channeling too, to make it work.”
That caused a small commotion, of course. Carlinya gasped, and Morvrin muttered to herself, and Sheriam’s mouth actually fell open. Nynaeve gaped as well, but just for an instant; Elayne was sure she covered before the others noticed. They were too stunned to see very much. The thing was, it was a lie, pure and simple. Simple was the key. Supposedly the greatest achievements in the Age of Legends had been done by men and women channeling together, probably linked. Very likely there were ter’angreal that needed a man to work. In any case, if she could not work the bowl alone, certainly no one in Salidar could. Except Nynaeve, maybe. If it required Rand, they could not pass up the chance to do something about the weather, and by the time she “discovered” that a circle of women could manage the bowl, the Aes Sedai in Salidar would have tied themselves to Rand too tightly to break loose.
“That is all very well,” Sheriam said at last, “but it does not change the fact that you are Accepted. We will send a letter to Merilille. There has been some talk about the two of you—”
“Talk,” Nynaeve snapped. “That is all you do, you and the, Hall! Talk! Elayne and I can find this ter’angreal, but you would rather prattle like laying hens.” Words tumbled over each other coming out of her.   You sit, poking at the problem of Elaida instead of doing what you said you would, fumbling over Rand. Do you know how you stand toward him yet? Do you, with your embassy on its way to Caemlyn? Do you know why you sit and talk? I do! You’re afraid. Afraid of the Tower divided, afraid of Rand, the Forsaken, the Black Ajah. Last night Anaiya let slip that you had a plan ready in case one of the Forsaken attacked. All those circles linking, right on top of the bubble of evil—do you finally believe in that?—but all mismatched and most with more novices than Aes Sedai. Because only a few Aes Sedai knew beforehand. You think the Black Ajah’s right here in Salidar. You were afraid your plan might get back to Sammael, or one of the others. You don’t trust each other. You don’t trust anybody! Is that why you won’t send us to Ebou Dar?  She trailed off in furious splutters and panting. She had hardly drawn breath through the entire tirade.
Elayne’s first wincing instinct was to smooth it over somehow, though how was a question she could not begin to answer. As easy to smooth over a mountain range. It was the Aes Sedai who made her forget to worry whether Nynaeve had managed to shatter everything. Those expressionless faces, those eyes that seemed able to see through stone, should have conveyed nothing at all. To her, they did convey something.  This was a covering up, and the only thing to hide was truth, a truth they did not want to admit themselves. They were afraid.
“Are you quite done?” Carlinya asked in a voice that should have frozen the sun in its flight.
Elayne sneezed, banging her head on the side of the overturned cauldron. The smell of burned soup filled her nose. The mid-morning sun had heated the dark interior of the big cookpot until it felt as if it still sat on a fire; sweat dripped off her. No, it poured off. Dropping the coarse pumice stone, she backed out on her knees and glared at the woman next to her. Or rather, at the half of a woman sticking out of a slightly smaller kettle lying on its side. She poked Nynaeve in the hip, and smiled grimly when the poke produced the bang of a head against iron and a yelp. Nynaeve backed out with a baleful stare, not hindered at all by a yawn she stifled behind a grimy hand. Elayne gave her no chance to speak.
“You just had to blow up, didn’t you? You couldn’t hold on to your temper for five minutes.  “And I didn’t do all the kicking of ankles.”  “ ‘Aes Sedai rule their fear,’ ” she said in tones that might have done for berating a drunken layabout who had staggered into your horse, “ ‘They do not allow it to rule them. Lead, and we will follow gladly, but you must lead, not cower, hoping that something will make your troubles vanish.’ ”
Elayne’s cheeks heated. She had not looked anything like that. And she certainly had not sounded like that. “Well, perhaps we both overstepped good sense, but—” She cut off at the sound of a footstep.
“So the Aes Sedai’s golden children have decided to take a rest, have they?” Faolain’s smile was as far from friendly as it was possible for a smile to be. “I am not here for the joy of it, you know. I meant to spend today working on something of my own, something not terribly inferior to what you golden children have done, I think. Instead, I must watch Accepted scrub pots for their sins.  Now back to work. I can’t leave until you’re done, and I do not intend to spend the whole day here.”
The dark, curly-haired woman was like Theodrin, something more than Accepted, but less than Aes Sedai. As Elayne and Nynaeve would have been, if Nynaeve had not behaved liked a stepped-on cat. Nynaeve and herself, Elayne amended reluctantly. Sheriam had told them as much in the middle of telling them just how long they would be working their “free” hours in the kitchens, the dirtiest work the cooks could find. But no Ebou Dar in any case; that had been made clear, too. A letter would be on its way to Merilille by noon if not already.
“I . . . am sorry,” Nynaeve said, and Elayne blinked at her. Apologies from Nynaeve were snow in midsummer.
“I’m sorry, too, Nynaeve.”
“Yes you are,” Faolain told them. “As sorry as I’ve seen. Now back to work! Before I find reason to send you to Tiana when you’re done here.”
With a rueful glance at Nynaeve, Elayne crawled back into the cauldron, attacking the charred soup with the pumice stone as though attacking Faolain. Stone dust and bits of black-burned vegetable flew. No, not Faolain. The Aes Sedai, sitting when they should be acting. She was going to get to Ebou Dar, she was going to find that ter’angreal, and she was going to use it to tie Sheriam and all the rest of them to Rand. On their knees! Her sneeze very nearly took her shoes off.
Sheriam turned from where she had been watching the young women through a crack in the fence, and began walking up the narrow alley with its fitful crop of withered weeds and stubble. “I regret that.” Considering Nynaeve’s words, and her tone—and Elayne’s, the wretched child!—she added, “Somewhat.”
Carlinya sneered. She was very good at that. “Do you want to tell Accepted what fewer than two dozen Aes Sedai know?”
“There are ears where we least expect them,” Sheriam said softly.
“Those girls are right about one thing,” Morvrin said. “Al’Thor turns my bowels to water. What options are left to us with him?”
Sheriam was not sure they had not long since run out of options.


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ObjectThe http.Response object (originates in server.js).
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ObjectThe error code as defined in the API (see errorcode.js).
validrequest
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public final class FSA5 extends FSA
Version 5 indicates the dictionary was built with these flags:
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---- this node header present only if automaton was compiled with NUMBERS option. Byte +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+\ 0 | | | | | | | | | \ LSB +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ + 1 | | | | | | | | | | number of strings recognized +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ +----- by the automaton starting : : : : : : : : : | from this node. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ + ctl-1 | | | | | | | | | / MSB +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+/ ---- remaining part of the node Byte +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+\ 0 | | | | | | | | | +------ label +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+/ +------------- node pointed to is next | +----------- the last arc of the node | | +--------- the arc is final | | | +-----------+ | | | | | ___+___ | | | | / \ | | | | MSB LSB | 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | 1 | | | | | | | | | \ \ +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ \ \ LSB +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ + 2 | | | | | | | | | | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | 3 | | | | | | | | | +----- target node address (in bytes) +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | (not present except for the byte : : : : : : : : : | with flags if the node pointed to +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ + is next) gtl | | | | | | | | | / MSB +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ / gtl+1 (gtl = gotoLength)
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sequence available when building the automaton.
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Bit indicating that an arc is the last one of the node's list and the
following one belongs to another node.
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Bit indicating that the target node of this arc follows it in the
compressed automaton structure (no goto field).
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DEFAULT_ANNOTATION
Default annotation byte.
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static byte |
DEFAULT_FILLER
Default filler byte.
|
byte |
filler
Filler character.
|
int |
gtl
Number of bytes each address takes in full, expanded form (goto length).
|
int |
nodeDataLength
The length of the node header structure (if the automaton was compiled with
NUMBERS option). |
static byte |
VERSION
Automaton version as in the file header.
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| Constructor and Description |
|---|
FSA5(java.io.InputStream fsaStream)
Read and wrap a binary automaton in FSA version 5.
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| Modifier and Type | Method and Description |
|---|---|
int |
getArc(int node,
byte label) |
byte |
getArcLabel(int arc)
Return the label associated with a given
arc . |
int |
getEndNode(int arc)
Return the end node pointed to by a given
arc . |
int |
getFirstArc(int node) |
java.util.Set<FSAFlags> |
getFlags()
Returns a set of flags for this FSA instance.
|
int |
getNextArc(int arc) |
int |
getRightLanguageCount(int node)
Returns the number encoded at the given node.
|
int |
getRootNode()
Returns the start node of this automaton.
|
boolean |
isArcFinal(int arc)
Returns
true if the destination node at the end of this
arc corresponds to an input sequence created when building
this automaton. |
boolean |
isArcLast(int arc)
Returns
true if this arc has LAST bit set. |
boolean |
isArcTerminal(int arc)
Returns
true if this arc does not have a
terminating node (@link FSA.getEndNode(int) will throw an
exception). |
boolean |
isNextSet(int arc) |
getArcCount, getSequences, getSequences, iterator, read, read, visitAllStates, visitInPostOrder, visitInPostOrder, visitInPreOrder, visitInPreOrder
public static final byte DEFAULT_FILLER
public static final byte DEFAULT_ANNOTATION
public static final byte VERSION
public static final int BIT_FINAL_ARC
public static final int BIT_LAST_ARC
public static final int BIT_TARGET_NEXT
public static final int ADDRESS_OFFSET
public final byte[] arcs
public final int nodeDataLength
NUMBERS
option). Otherwise zero.public final int gtl
public final byte filler
public final byte annotation
public FSA5(java.io.InputStream fsaStream) throws java.io.IOException
java.io.IOException
public int getRootNode()
getRootNode
in class FSA
public final int getFirstArc(int node)
getFirstArc
in class FSA
node
or 0 if the node has no outgoing arcs.public final int getNextArc(int arc)
getNextArc
in class FSA
arc
and
leaving node
. Zero is returned if no more arcs are
available for the node.public int getArc(int node, byte label)
public int getEndNode(int arc)
arc
. Terminal arcs
(those that point to a terminal state) have no end node representation
and throw a runtime exception.getEndNode
in class FSA
public byte getArcLabel(int arc)
arc
.getArcLabel
in class FSA
public boolean isArcFinal(int arc)
true
if the destination node at the end of this
arc
corresponds to an input sequence created when building
this automaton.isArcFinal
in class FSA
public boolean isArcTerminal(int arc)
true
if this arc
does not have a
terminating node (@link FSA.getEndNode(int)
will throw an
exception). Implies FSA.isArcFinal(int)
.isArcTerminal
in class FSA
public int getRightLanguageCount(int node)
node
(called its right
language).getRightLanguageCount
in class FSA
FSAFlags.NUMBERS
. The size of
the right language of the state, in other words.public java.util.Set<FSAFlags> getFlags()
For this automaton version, an additional FSAFlags.NUMBERS
flag
may be set to indicate the automaton contains extra fields for each node.
public boolean isArcLast(int arc)
true
if this arc has LAST
bit set.BIT_LAST_ARC
public boolean isNextSet(int arc)
BIT_TARGET_NEXT
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