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java.lang.Object org.smslib.helper.SerialPort
public class SerialPort
An RS-232 serial communications port.
Please note: This is a wrapper around
javax.comm.SerialPort
(and so gnu.io.SerialPort
).
The API definition is taken from Sun. So honor them!
SerialPort
describes the low-level interface to a serial
communications port made available by the underlying system.
SerialPort
defines the minimum required functionality for
serial communications ports.
| Field Summary | |
|---|---|
static int |
DATABITS_8
8 data bit format. |
static int |
FLOWCONTROL_RTSCTS_IN
RTS/CTS flow control on input. |
static int |
FLOWCONTROL_RTSCTS_OUT
RTS/CTS flow control on output. |
static int |
PARITY_NONE
No parity bit. |
static int |
STOPBITS_1
Number of STOP bits - 1. |
| Method Summary | |
|---|---|
void |
addEventListener(SerialPortEventListener lsnr)
Registers a SerialPortEventListener object to listen for SerialEvents. |
void |
close()
Closes the communications port. |
void |
enableReceiveThreshold(int i)
Enables receive threshold, if this feature is supported by the driver. |
void |
enableReceiveTimeout(int rcvTimeout)
Enables receive timeout, if this feature is supported by the driver. |
java.io.InputStream |
getInputStream()
Returns an input stream. |
java.io.OutputStream |
getOutputStream()
Returns an output stream. |
void |
notifyOnBreakInterrupt(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when there is a break interrupt on the line. |
void |
notifyOnDataAvailable(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when input data is available. |
void |
notifyOnFramingError(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when there is a parity error. |
void |
notifyOnOutputEmpty(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when the output buffer is empty. |
void |
notifyOnOverrunError(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when there is an overrun error. |
void |
notifyOnParityError(boolean b)
Expresses interest in receiving notification when there is a parity error. |
void |
setFlowControlMode(int flowcontrol)
Sets the flow control mode. |
void |
setInputBufferSize(int serial_buffer_size)
Gets the input buffer size. |
void |
setOutputBufferSize(int serial_buffer_size)
Sets the output buffer size. |
void |
setSerialPortParams(int baudrate,
int dataBits,
int stopBits,
int parity)
Sets serial port parameters. |
| Methods inherited from class java.lang.Object |
|---|
equals, getClass, hashCode, notify, notifyAll, toString, wait, wait, wait |
| Field Detail |
|---|
public static final int FLOWCONTROL_RTSCTS_IN
public static final int DATABITS_8
public static final int STOPBITS_1
public static final int PARITY_NONE
public static final int FLOWCONTROL_RTSCTS_OUT
| Method Detail |
|---|
public void addEventListener(SerialPortEventListener lsnr)
lsnr
- The SerialPortEventListener object whose serialEvent method
will be called with a SerialEvent describing the event.
java.util.TooManyListenersException
- (Wrapped as RuntimeException) If an initial attempt to attach
a listener succeeds, subsequent attempts will throw
TooManyListenersException without effecting the first
listener.public void close()
close
when it is done with the port. Notification of this
ownership change will be propagated to all classes registered using
addPortOwnershipListener
.
public void enableReceiveThreshold(int i)
i
- when this many bytes are in the input buffer, return
immediately from read.
UnsupportedCommOperationException
- -
(Wrapped as RuntimeException) is thrown if receive threshold
is not supported by the underlying driver.public void enableReceiveTimeout(int rcvTimeout)
read
from
the input stream for this port will return immediately.
enableReceiveTimeout
is an advisory method which the
driver may not implement. By default, receive timeout is not enabled.
An application can determine whether the driver supports this feature by
first calling the enableReceiveTimeout
method and then
calling the isReceiveTimeout
method. If
isReceiveTimeout
still returns false, then receive timeout
is not supported by the driver.
See getInputStream
for description of exact behaviour.
rcvTimeout
- when this many milliseconds have elapsed, return immediately
from read, regardless of bytes in input buffer.public java.io.InputStream getInputStream()
getInputStream
returns null.
The read behaviour of the input stream returned by
getInputStream
depends on combination of the threshold and
timeout values. The possible behaviours are described in the table below:
| Threshold | Timeout | Read Buffer Size | Read Behaviour | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| State | Value | State | Value | ||
| disabled | - | disabled | - | n bytes | block until any data is available |
| enabled | m bytes | disabled | - | n bytes | block until min(m,n) bytes are available |
| disabled | - | enabled | x ms | n bytes | block for x ms or until any data is available |
| enabled | m bytes | enabled | x ms | n bytes | block for x ms or until min(m,n) bytes are available |
Note, however, that framing errors may cause the Timeout and Threshold values to complete prematurely without raising an exception.
Enabling the Timeout OR Threshold with a value a zero is a special case. This causes the underlying driver to poll for incoming data instead being event driven. Otherwise, the behaviour is identical to having both the Timeout and Threshold disabled.
public java.io.OutputStream getOutputStream()
public void notifyOnBreakInterrupt(boolean b)
b
- public void notifyOnDataAvailable(boolean b)
b
- public void notifyOnFramingError(boolean b)
b
- public void notifyOnOutputEmpty(boolean b)
b
- public void notifyOnOverrunError(boolean b)
b
- public void notifyOnParityError(boolean b)
b
- public void setFlowControlMode(int flowcontrol)
flowcontrol
- Can be a bitmask combination of
public void setInputBufferSize(int serial_buffer_size)
serial_buffer_size
- input buffer size currently in usepublic void setOutputBufferSize(int serial_buffer_size)
serial_buffer_size
- size of the output bufferpublic void setSerialPortParams(int baudrate, int dataBits, int stopBits, int parity)
baudrate
- If the baudrate passed in by the application is unsupported by
the driver, the driver will throw an
UnsupportedCommOperationExceptiondataBits
- stopBits
- parity
-
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Comments
# This is a comment
### This is a
multi-line comment###
Strings
'foo \'bar\' baz'
"foo \"bar\" baz"
'Multi-line
strings are supported'
"Multi-line
strings are supported"
''' 'Block strings'
are supported too'''
""" "Block strings"
are supported too"""
String interpolation
"String #{interpolation} is supported"
'This works #{only} between double-quoted strings'
Object properties
kids =
brother:
name: "Max"
age: 11
sister:
name: "Ida"
age: 9
Regexps
/normal [r]egexp?/;
/// ^(
mul\t[i-l]ine
regexp # with embedded comment
) ///
Classes
class Animal
constructor: (@name) ->
move: (meters) ->
alert @name + " moved #{meters}m."
class Snake extends Animal
move: ->
alert "Slithering..."
super 5
class Horse extends Animal
move: ->
alert "Galloping..."
super 45
sam = new Snake "Sammy the Python"
tom = new Horse "Tommy the Palomino"
sam.move()
tom.move()
Inline JavaScript
`alert("foo")`


Another blog/dot-file project. But it is special: it's mine!
Posts:-
{% for post in site.posts %}
- {{ post.date | date_to_string }} » {{ post.title }} {% endfor %}
--- --- {% include head.html %}
Another blog/dot-file project. But it is special: it's mine!
Posts:


ProgressBar.cr
Installation
Add to your shard.yml
dependencies:
progress_bar.cr:
github: tpei/progress_bar.cr
branch: master
and then install the library into your project with
$ shards
Usage
require "require "progress_bar.cr/progress_bar""
# simple
pb = ProgressBar.new
# print empty progress bar
pb.init
10.times do
sleep 0.1 # very time intense!
pb.tick # increase bar progress by 1
end
# => [##########]
Block Usage
You can use the with_progress
block to automatically reset and clean
up the progress bar after your block is done.
Block usage will also print the completion_message, even if you don't
completely fill the bar.
pb = ProgressBar.new(completion_message: "DONE?")
pb.with_progress do
pb.init
5.times do
sleep 0.1 # very time intense!
pb.tick # increase bar progress by 1
end
end
# => [######## ]
# => DONE?
Available Methods
pb.init # prints empty bar
pb.tick: # increases bar filling by one and reprints
pb.progress(by: 10) # increases bar by desired number
pb.set(5) # set bar to given number
pb.set?(5) # try setting bar => true / false
pb.count # get current count
pb.reset # resets the progress bar to 0, without redrawing, making it
pb.complete # prints finish message, sets bar to max
reusable
initialize options
- ticks: length the bar is made for. calling #tick more often raises an error (default is 10)
- show_percentage: true / false - whether or not to display the percentage next to the bar
- completion_message: message to be displayed after progress reaches 100%
- charset / chars: characters to display for bar
Characters
The bar basically consists of two different types of characters: one signifying emptiness, one a filled state.
There are a number of different predefined char sets, that you can use:
- :default => [##### ]
- :line => [----- ]
- :equals => [===== ]
- :bar => [█████▒▒▒▒▒]
ProgressBar.new(charset: :equals)
You can also just hand in two characters of your own choosing:
ProgressBar.new(chars: ["O", "X"] # => [XXXXX00000]
Errors
Don't exceed the tick number, will throw an exception!
# count already == ticks
begin
pb.tick # => (ProgressExceededException)
rescue
puts "Sorry, installation taking longer than expected"
end
sleep 0.1


This is a simple Delivery list component.
Loading...
{{ vm | json }}
{{ zoneOptionsEditor | json }}
{{ deliveryDetailsEditor | json }}
All items will be permanently deleted.
{{ selectedZone | json }}
{{ newZoneEditor | json }}


ボックス
var elem = document.getElementById("box");
var tick = 0;
var timer = setInterval(function(){
if (tick < 100) {
elem.style.left = elem.style.top = tick + "px";
tick++;
}
else {
clearInterval(timer);
assert(tick == 100, "Tick accessed via a closure.");
assert(elem, "Element also accessed via a closure.");
assert(timer, "Timer reference also obtained via a closure." );
}
}, 10);
#1 Creates element to be animated
#2 References animation element
#3 Counts animation ticks
#4 Creates and starts timer
#5 Tests closure


Large Women's 9 Items - Nova Scotia Clothing For Sale - Kijiji Nova ...
2 days ago . if its on kijiji i still have it, email away! help me out trying to make some money for prom! :) all for $20! teen / young ladies size large aeropostale .
http://novascotia.kijiji.ca/c-buy-and-sell-clothing-multi-item-Large-Womens-9-Items-W0QQAdIdZ439063546
Treatment for Herniated or Bulging Discs
Plus Size Cycling Clothing
Includes: Shopping for plus size cycling clothing Specific items to consider. . Plus Size Bike Shorts in Canada · Bicycles for Large Women · Women's Biking .
http://plussize.lovetoknow.com/Plus_Size_Cycling_Clothing
23 Trendy Plus-Size Clothing Sites for Large Women Sizes 1x 12x ...
Sep 23, 2012 . 23 Trendy Plus-Size Clothing Sites for Large Women Sizes 1x 12x . SatinWoods.ca: You can find a little of everything on this Canadian .
http://boomerinas.com/2012/09/23-trendy-plus-size-clothing-sites-for-large-women-sizes-4x-12x/
largeladies clothing in canada Herniated or Bulging Discs
Large Women's 9 Items - Halifax Clothing For Sale - Kijiji Halifax ...
2 days ago . if its on kijiji i still have it, email away! help me out trying to make some money for prom! :) all for $20! teen / young ladies size large aeropostale .
http://halifax.kijiji.ca/c-buy-and-sell-clothing-multi-item-Large-Womens-9-Items-W0QQAdIdZ439063546
Amazon.com: Mossi Snow Fox II Powder Blue Large Ladies Jacket ...
Shop Mossi at The Amazon Clothing Store. Free Super Saver Shipping + Free . Mossi Snow Fox II Powder Blue Large Ladies Jacket · See larger image .
http://www.amazon.com/Mossi-Powder-Large-Ladies-Jacket/dp/B001P7ZVRY
Official Impairment Listing for Spinal Disorders
Large Ladies Clothes - Ladies Plus Size Clothes Can Be Styli ...
Jan 30, 2011 . Large ladies clothes may be difficult to obtain if the selection in local stores is quite poor as is often the case.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xgtirz_large-ladies-clothes-ladies-plus-size-clothes-can-be-styli_lifestyle
- tea for tired eyes (narrowing of the spine)
Plus Size Activewear | Old Navy - Free Shipping on $50
See All Plus Size Workout Wear . Shop our plus size collection for casual, appropriate clothes for active . Shop outside the U.S.: Canada French Canada .
http://www.oldnavy.com/products/plus-size-activewear.jspPlus Size Clothing Stores in Canada
Includes: Laura plus The reitman fashion group Cotton ginny More plus size clothing stores: canada locations. . stylish and trendy in the large number of plus size clothing stores Canada has to offer. . Lingerie Ideas for Large Women .
http://plussize.lovetoknow.com/Plus_Size_Clothing_Stores_Canada
Plus Size Clothing - Stylish & Trendy Fashions at Penningtons
Shop Penningtons for stylish plus size clothes & trendy fashions: sizes 14 to 32 in tops, bottoms, jeans, lingerie, activewear . We ship to Canada and USA | .
http://www.1-plus.com/penningtons.htm
Large Size Ladies' Clothing Directory
Plus size ladies' clothing suppliers. . Australia Plus Size Clothes · Canada Plus Size Clothes · Deutsch Großen Kleidung · France - Vêtements Grandes Tailles .
http://www.ianardo.com/clothing.html
Medical-Vocational Allowance for Herniated Disc
Rubenesque Large Women Clothing - Garberville, CA
Dec 29, 2009 . 1 Review of Rubenesque Large Women Clothing "Closed" . One review for Rubenesque Large Women Clothing. Reviews Matching: .
http://www.yelp.com/biz/rubenesque-large-women-clothing-garberville
The Voluptuous Vixen - French Quarter - New Orleans, LA
This is such a cute little space between the clothing, the adorable dressing . in a world-class boutique designed specifically for large women, and to enjoy the .
http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-voluptuous-vixen-new-orleans
Appealing a Denial of Benefits
Large Ladies Clothing - Alibaba.com
546 Products . Large Ladies Clothing, Source Large Ladies Clothing Products at Plus Size Shirts & Blouses, Bras from Manufacturers and Suppliers around the .
http://www.alibaba.com/showroom/large-ladies-clothing.html
Large Ladies Clothes - Ladies Plus Size Clothes Can Be Stylish
Nov 18, 2010 . Large ladies clothes may be difficult to obtain if the selection in local stores is quite poor as is often the . Joined: December 30, 2007 Canada .
http://ezinearticles.com/?Large-Ladies-Clothes---Ladies-Plus-Size-Clothes-Can-Be-Stylish&id=5408326


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:causing horror or revulsion :gruesome
:melodramatic sensational
:shocking paperbacks in the usual lurid covers T. R. Fyvel
:wan and ghastly pale in appearance
:of any of several light or medium grayish colors ranging in hue from yellow to orange
:shining with the red glow of fire seen through smoke or cloud


Out of control: bushfires blaze across Australia's east coast – in pictures
At least 100 homes have been destroyed in the bushfires, with two people dead and five unaccounted for. More than 35 people were injured, including 16 firefighters, and more than 80 fires were still burning throughout NSW and Queensland as of Saturday afternoon
• Latest updates: NSW and Queensland fires – follow live
A water-bombing plane drops fire retardant on a bushfire in Harrington, 335km north east of Sydney on Friday.
Photograph: Shane Chalker/AAP
Firefighters work to contain a bushfire along Old Bar Road in Old Bar, New South Wales on Saturday.
Photograph: Darren Pateman/AAP
A from Nasa Earth Observatory shows a satellite image of the bushfires raging near the coast of New South Wales, sending smoke billowing over the Tasman Sea.
Photograph: Nasa Earth Observatory Handout/EPA
Smoke seen in the distance near Tuncurry, NSW.
Photograph: Shane Chalker/AAP
An Aircrane water-bombing helicopter drops water on bushfires in Harrington, on Friday.
Photograph: Shane Chalker/AAP
Smoke and fire is seen in the distance near Rainbow Flats, NSW.
Photograph: Shane Chalker/AAP
A fire-bombing helicopter works to contain a bushfire along Old Bar Road in Old Bar, NSW, on Saturday.
Photograph: Darren Pateman/AAP
A resident watches the progress of bushfires near houses in Old Bar, NSW, on Saturday.
Photograph: Darren Pateman/AAP
A NSW Rural Fire Service firefighter conducts property protection as a bushfire burns close to homes on Railway Parade in Woodford, NSW.
Photograph: STRINGER/Reuters
A bushfire burns close to homes on Railway Parade, Woodford.
Photograph: Dan Himbrechts/AAP
NSW Rural Fire Service and Fire and Rescue NSW personnel conduct property protection on Railway Parade in Woodford.
Photograph: Dan Himbrechts/AAP
A bushfire burns close to homes on Railway Parade in Woodford, NSW.
Photograph: Dan Himbrechts/AAP
The remains of a B Double trailer smoulders on the Pacific Highway, south of Taree.
Photograph: Darren Pateman/AAP


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(4)
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(2)
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(8)
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(6)
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(3)
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(3)
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(6)
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knn k-Nearest Neighbors (kNN)
(2)
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lasso
(9)
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(2)
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(13)
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(4)
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(5)
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(3)
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(2)
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(9)
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(2)
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(4)
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(2)
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(2)
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(17)
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(2)
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(2)
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(4)
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(2)
pairplot
(2)
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(9)
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(3)


Project Overview: The Visual AWR toolkit provides fine grained graphical trend analysis for Oracle Database AWR (Automatic Workload Repository). AWR metrics are collected automatically by the Oracle database engine. This raw data can be difficult to interpret unless aggregated over multiple days and charted for trend and root cause analysis. VisualAWR is intended for use by experienced DBAs and performance engineers to diagnose workload performance issues and inform platform capacity planning.
Acknowledgement: This project owes a debt to the seminal database performance work done by Tyler Muth from Oracle. Specifically his work with the AWRMiner project which was leveraged as a guide for the SQL queries used to extract data from the Oracle AWR tables.
See my video guide on YouTube and my blog here.
This tool will chart AWR performance metrics by directly attaching to the database or by reading the output file from an AWRMiner collection script. AWR performance metrics can be visualized from one of two data sources: 1.) AWRMiner output file 2.) JDBC Connection .
2b. Use the Chart DB Data wizard to collect the AWR snapshot data and chart the metrics.
2c. Follow the wizard and chart the specific metrics you are interested in.


git clone https://github.com/Brylat/ETL-StudyProject.git new-project
cd new-project
npm install
npm start


Anonymizer¶
-
class
msc.anonymizer.
Anonymizer
(replacement_string: str = '')¶ This class implements a automatic anonymization algorithm for Dutch text using the spaCy Named Entity Recognition algorithm
-
nlp_model
¶ the subset of spaCy models for the language passed in as parameters, the Dutch version is used in this class
- Type
spacy_model
-
anonymize_file
(file_name, delimiter: str = ',', quotechar: str = '"', text_col_name: str = 'text') → pandas.core.frame.DataFrame¶ convenience method to anonymize all the text entries in a file.
- Parameters
file_name – string specifying the name of the csv file which contains the data to be anonymized.
delimiter – the delimiter used for the reading of the csv file, default is ‘,’
quotechar – the quotation character used by the csv reader, default is ‘”’
text_col_name – string signifying the name of the column in the csv file containing the text that is te be anonymized.
- Return csv_file
returns the pandas DataFrame as specified by the filename parameter with the text column anonymized.
-
anonymize_string
(string: str) → str¶ method that performs anonymization for a single string (this method is also used by the anonymize file method)
- Parameters
string – string to be anonymized
- Returns
string anonymized by the spaCy Named Entity Recognition algorithm
-
get_replacement_string
() → str¶ returns the string currently set as the replacement string for named entities
- Returns
return the current replacement string for Named Entities
-
set_replacement_string
(replacement_string: str) → None¶ set the argument replacement_string as the string to use when removing named entities
- Parameters
replacement_string – string that is to be set as the replacement string in the algorithm
-


The ArcPy scripts "Import VTK" and "Import VTK Border" can be used to import triangle meshes encoded in the VTK-ASCII file format into ArcGIS Pro.
"Import VTK" generates ArcGIS Polygons and "Import VTK Border" generates ArcGIS Polylines.
This image shows the result of five imported VTK-files (imported with the tool "Import VTK"). Each file is saved into a separate Polygon-Feature class and represents a stratigraphic surface.
These layers can be used to generate voxels.
This image shows the borders of five imported VTK-files (imported with the tool "Import VTK Border"). Each file is saved into a separate Polyline-Feature class and represents the border of a stratigraphic surface.
These layers can not be used to generate voxels and should only be used to get a first impression of the data.


There appears to be no clear relationshop between latitude and humidity, with the exception that the most extreme values in terms of lowest humidity percent are primarily between -30 and 30 degrees latitude. There is a fairly even dispersal of values for the highest humidity, although there is a slight drop at the equator itself (latitude 0).


[§554A-10] Short title. This chapter may be cited as the "Uniform Trustees' Powers Act". [L 1985, c 61, pt of §1]


Deployment tools
About To Lead
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Funding
European streaming music startup Spotify is in the process of closing a very large financing, say multiple sources. DST, the venture firm that has backed Facebook, Groupon and Zynga, is said to be leading the deal, which values Spotify. Read more
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AudioBoo, the social sound sharing startup, has developed an iPhone framework that gives drag and drop audio recording functionality to any iPhone app. That means any app developer can now add Audioboo recording functionality to their app, thus adding a new kind of social functionality.
But that’s probably not what will immediately kick off a new wave of users. Audioboo plans to officially launch this with a number of high profile media partners “in a couple of weeks” including the BBC, ABC Australia, Guardian, Aljazeera, Sky News and more all trialling the beta versions of the new platform that works with the plugin. A revamp of the Android version of the app will bring it up to par with the iPhone and have a similar plugin environment.
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Annotation for defining the persistence of a member. This corresponds to the xml elements "field" and "property".
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String |
cacheable
Whether this field/property is cacheable in a Level2 cache. |
String |
column
Column name where the values are stored for this member. |
Column[] |
columns
Column definition(s) for this member. |
String |
customValueStrategy
Custom value strategy to use to generate the value for this field or property (if any). |
String |
defaultFetchGroup
Whether this member is in the default fetch group. |
String |
dependent
Whether related object(s) of this member are dependent and so deleted when this object is deleted. |
String |
dependentElement
Whether the elements of this member are dependent. |
String |
dependentKey
Whether the keys of this member are dependent. |
String |
dependentValue
Whether the values of this member are dependent. |
String |
embedded
Whether this member is embedded. |
String |
embeddedElement
Whether the elements of this member are embedded. |
String |
embeddedKey
Whether the keys of this member are embedded. |
String |
embeddedValue
Whether the values of this member are embedded. |
Extension[] |
extensions
Vendor extensions for this member. |
String |
loadFetchGroup
Name of the fetch-group to use when this member is loaded due to being referenced when not already loaded. |
String |
mappedBy
Name of the related member in the other class where this value is mapped (bidirectional relationship). |
String |
name
Name of the member when this is embedded in another object. |
String |
nullIndicatorColumn
Null indicator column for this member. |
NullValue |
nullValue
Behavior when this member contains a null value. |
PersistenceModifier |
persistenceModifier
Modifier for this field. |
String |
primaryKey
Whether this member is part of the primary key for application identity. |
int |
recursionDepth
Recursion depth for this member. |
String |
sequence
Name of the sequence to use with particular value strategies. |
String |
serialized
Whether this member is serialized into a single column. |
String |
serializedElement
Whether the elements of this member are serialized. |
String |
serializedKey
Whether the keys of this member are serialized. |
String |
serializedValue
Whether the values of this member are serialized. |
String |
table
Table to use for persisting this member. |
Class[] |
types
Types of the member. |
IdGeneratorStrategy |
valueStrategy
Value strategy to use to generate the value for this field or property (if any). |
public abstract PersistenceModifier persistenceModifier
public abstract String table
public abstract String defaultFetchGroup
public abstract NullValue nullValue
public abstract String embedded
public abstract String embeddedElement
public abstract String embeddedKey
public abstract String embeddedValue
public abstract String serialized
public abstract String serializedElement
public abstract String serializedKey
public abstract String serializedValue
public abstract String dependent
public abstract String dependentElement
public abstract String dependentKey
public abstract String dependentValue
public abstract String primaryKey
public abstract IdGeneratorStrategy valueStrategy
public abstract String customValueStrategy
public abstract String sequence
public abstract String loadFetchGroup
public abstract Class[] types
public abstract String mappedBy
public abstract Column[] columns
public abstract String column
public abstract String nullIndicatorColumn
public abstract String name
public abstract int recursionDepth
public abstract String cacheable
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Provides a set of data structures for using and manipulating TLV's, which are simple data structures used throughout OSCAR.


Five hundred of the Maidens behind Sulin accompanied Rand back to the Royal Palace, where Bael waited in the great court inside the front gates with Thunder Walkers and Black Eyes and Water Seekers and men from every other society, their numbers filling the courtyard and crowding back into the palace through every door down to the smallest servants’ way. Some watched from lower windows, waiting their turn to come out. The surrounding stone balconies were empty. In the entire courtyard only one man waited who was not Aiel; Tairens and Cairhienin—especially Cairhienin—stayed clear when Aiel gathered. The exception stood above Bael on the wide gray steps leading into the place. Pevin, with the crimson banner hanging limply from its staff, and no more expression surrounded by Aiel than at any other time.
Aviendha, behind Rand’s saddle, clung tightly to him, breasts pressed against his back, until the very moment he dismounted. There had been an exchange between her and some of the Wise Ones back at the docks that he did not think he had been supposed to hear.
“Go with the Light,” Amys had said, touching Aviendha’s face. “And guard him closely. You know how much depends on him.”
“Much depends on you both,” Bair told Aviendha, almost at the same time that Melaine said irritably, “It would be easier if you had succeeded by now.”
Sorilea snorted. “Even Maidens knew how to handle men in my day.”
“She has been more successful than you know,” Amys told them. Aviendha shook her head; the roses-and-thorns ivory bracelet slid down her arm as she raised a hand to forestall the other woman, but Amys went on over her half-formed protests. “I have waited for her to tell us, but since she will not—” She saw him then, standing only ten fret away, with Jeade’en’s reins in his hand, and cut oft sharply. Aviendha turned to see what Amys was staring at; when her eyes found him, bright crimson suffused her face, then drained away so suddenly that even her sun-dark cheeks looked pale. The four Wise Ones fixed him with flat, unreadable gazes.
Asmodean and Mat came up behind him, leading their horses. “Do women learn that look in the cradle?” Mat muttered “Do their mothers teach them? I’d say the mighty Car’a’carn will get his ears singed if he stays around here much longer.”
Shaking his head, Rand reached up as Aviendha swung a leg over to slide down, and lifted her from the dapple’s back. For a moment he held her by the waist, looking down into her clear blue-green eyes. She did not look away, and her expression never changed, but her hands tightened slowly on his forearms. What success was she supposed to have? He had thought she was set to spy on him for the Wise Ones, but if she ever asked a question about things he held back from the Wise Ones, it was in open anger at him for keeping secrets from them. Never slyly, never trying to ferret something out. Bludgeon, maybe, but never ferret. He had considered the possibility that she was like one of Colavaere’s young women, but only for the brief moment it took to think of the notion. Aviendha would never let herself be used in that way. Besides, even if she had, giving him one taste of herself then denying him so much as a kiss afterward, not to mention making him chase her halfway around the world, was no way to go about it. If she was more than casual about being naked in front of him, Aiel customs were different. If his distress at it satisfied her, likely it was because she thought it was a great joke to play on him. So what was she supposed to be successful at? Plots all around him. Was everyone scheming? He could see his face in her eyes. Who had given her that silver necklace?

Rand released Aviendha’s waist and stepped back, but no more quickly than she. She bent her head, fussing with her skirt, muttering about how riding had disarrayed it, but not before he saw her cheeks redden. Well, he had not meant to embarrass her.
Scowling around the courtyard, he said, “I told you I don’t know how many I can take, Bael.” With the Maidens spilling back through the gates onto the ramp, there was barely room to move in the courtyard. Five hundred from each society meant six thousand Aiel; the hallways inside must be packed.
The towering Aiel chief shrugged. Like every other Aiel there, he had his shoufa wrapped around his head, ready to veil. No crimson headband, though it seemed at least half the others wore the black-and-white disc on their foreheads. “Every spear that can follow you, will. Will the two Aes Sedai come soon?”
“No.” It was good that Aviendha kept her promise not to let him touch her again.  How had Kadere found out to tell her? No matter. Lan was right. Women found pain—or death—when they came too close to him. “They will not be coming.”
“There are stories of . . . trouble . . . by the river.”
“A great victory, Bael,” Rand said wearily. “And much honor earned.” But not by me. Pevin came down past Bael to stand behind Rand’s shoulder with the banner, his narrow, scarred face absolutely blank. “Does the whole palace know about this, then?” Rand asked.
“I heard,” Pevin said. His jaw worked, chewing for more words. Rand had found him a replacement for his patched country coat, good red wool, and the man had had Dragons embroidered on it, one climbing either side of his chest. “That you were going. Somewhere.” That seemed to exhaust his store.
Rand nodded. Rumors grew in the palace like mushrooms in the shade. But as long as Rahvin did not find out. He scanned the tile roofs and tower-tops. No ravens. He had not seen a raven in some time, though he heard of other men killing them. Perhaps they avoided him now. “Stand ready.” He seized saidin, floated in emptiness, emotionless.
The gateway appeared at the foot of the steps, first a bright line that seemed to turn, opening into a square hole into blackness four paces wide. Not a murmur came from the Aiel. Those beyond would be able to see him as through a smoked glass, a dusky shimmering in the air, but they could as well try walking through one of the palace walls. From the side, the gateway would be invisible except to the few close enough to see what might seem a long, fine hair drawn tight.
Four paces was as large as Rand could make it. There were limits for one man by himself, Asmodean claimed; it seemed there were always limits. The amount of saidin you drew did not matter. The One Power had little to do with gateways, really; only the making. Beyond, was something else. A dream of a dream, Asmodean called it.
He stepped through onto what appeared to be a paving stone lifted from the courtyard, but here the gray square hung in the midst of utter darkness, with a sense that in every direction there was nothing. Nothing, forever. It was not like night. He could see himself and the stone perfectly. But everything else, everywhere else, was blackness.
It was time to see how large he could make a platform. With the thought, more stones appeared all at once, duplicating the courtyard to an inch. He imagined it larger still. That quickly, gray stone stretched as far as he could see. With a start, he realized that his boots were beginning to sink into the stone under his feet; it looked no different, yet it yielded slowly like mud, oozing up around his boots. Hastily, he brought everything back to a square the size of what was outside—that much stayed solid—then began increasing it by one outer row of stones at a time. It did not take long to realize he could not make the platform much larger than his first attempt. The stone still looked all right, it did not sink beneath his feet, but the second added row felt . . . insubstantial, like a thin shell that might crack at a wrong step. Was that because this was as large as the thing could be made? Or because he had not thought of it larger at first? We all make our limits. The thought slid up surprisingly from somewhere. And we set them further out than we have any right.
Rand felt himself shiver. In the Void, it seemed like feeling someone else shiver. It was well to be reminded that Lews Therin was still inside him. He had to be careful not to fall into a battle for self while confronting Rahvin. If not for that, he might have . . . No. What had happened on the quay was done; he would not make a hash of it for breakfast.
Reducing the platform by one outer ring of square stones, he turned. Bael was waiting out there in what seemed a huge square doorway into daylight with the steps beyond. At his side, Pevin looked no more perturbed by what he saw than the Aiel chief, which was to say not at all. Pevin would carry that banner wherever Rand went, even the Pit of Doom, and never blink. Mat shoved back his hat to scratch his head, then jerked it low again, muttering something about dice in his head.
“Impressive,” Asmodean said quietly. “Quite impressive.”
“Flatter him some other time, harper,” Aviendha said. She was the first to step through, watching Rand, not where she put her feet. She walked all the way to him without once so much as glancing at anything except his face. When she reached him, though, it was to swing away abruptly, settling her shawl over her elbows, and study the darkness. Sometimes women were stranger than anything else the Creator could possibly have made.
Bael and Pevin came right behind her; then Asmodean, one hand clutching the strap of his harpcase across his chest, the other white-knuckled on his sword hilt; and Mat, swaggering, but a trifle reluctant and grumbling as if arguing with himself. In the Old Tongue. Sulin claimed the honor to be first else, but soon a wide stream followed, not just Maidens of the Spear, but Tain Shari, True Bloods, and Far Aldazar Din, Brothers of the Eagle; Red Shields and Dawn Runners, Stone Dogs and Knife Hands, representatives of every society, crowding through.
As the numbers increased, Rand moved to the far side of the platform from the gateway. There was no need to see where he was going, really, but he wanted to. In truth, he could have remained at the other end, or gone to one side; direction here was mutable; whatever way he chose to move would take him to Caemlyn if done properly. And to the endless black of nowhere if done wrong.
Except for Bael and Sulin—and Aviendha, of course—the Aiel left a little space around him and Mat, Asmodean and Pevin. “Stay away from the edge,” Rand said. The Aiel nearest him moved back all of a foot. He could not see over the forest of shoufa-shrouded heads. “Is it full?” he called. The thing might hold half those who wanted to go, but not many more. “Is it full?”
“Yes,” a woman’s voice called back finally, reluctantly—he thought it sounded like Lamelle—but there was still a milling in the gateway, Aiel sure there must be room for one more.
“Enough!” Rand shouted. “No more! Clear the gateway! Everyone stand well clear!” He did not want what had happened to the Seanchan spear to happen here to living flesh.
A pause, and then, “It is clear.” It was Lamelle. He would have bet his last copper that Enaila and Somara were back there somewhere, too.
The gateway seemed to turn sideways, thinning until it vanished with one final flash of light.
“Blood and ashes!” Mat muttered, leaning disgustedly on his spear. “This is worse than the flaming Ways!” Which earned him a startled look from Asmodean, and a considering one from Bael. Mat did not notice; he was too busy glaring at the blackness.
There was no sense of motion, no breeze to stir the banner Pevin held. They could have been standing still. But Rand knew better; he could almost feel the place they were approaching draw nearer.
 Asmodean licked his lips and avoided looking at anyone. “At least, that is what I have heard.”
“I know where I am going,” Rand said. Not too close. But not too far. He remembered the spot well.
No movement. Endless black, and them hanging in it. Motionless. Half an hour passed perhaps.
A slight stir ran through the Aiel.
“What is it?” Rand asked.
Murmurs came across the platform. “Someone fell,” a bulky man near him said at last. Rand recognized him. Meciar. He was Cor Darei, a Night Spear. He wore the red headband.
“Not one of the . . . ” Rand began, then caught Sulin looking at him, flat-eyed.
He turned to stare out into the darkness, anger a stain clinging to the emotionless Void. So it was not supposed to matter more to him if one of the Maidens had fallen, was it? It did. Falling forever through endless black. Would sanity crack before death came, from starvation or thirst or fear? In that fall, even an Aiel must eventually find fear strong enough to stop a heart. He almost hoped so; it must be more merciful than the other.
Burn me, what happened to all that hardness I was so proud of? A Maiden or a Stone Dog, a spear is a spear. Only, thinking it could not make it so. I will be hard. He would let the Maidens dance the spears where they wished. He would. And he knew he would search out the name of every one who died, that every name would be another knife-cut on his soul. I will be hard. The Light help me, I will. The Light help me.
Seemingly motionless, hanging in blackness.
The platform stopped. It was hard to say how he knew, when he could tell it was moving before, but he did.
He channeled, and a gateway opened in the same way it had in the courtyard in Cairhien. The angle of the sun had hardly changed, but here early-morning light shone on a paved street, and a rising slope patched brown with drought-killed grass and wildflowers, a slope topped by a stone wall two spans high or more, the stones worked rough so it seemed something natural. Above that wall he could see the golden domes of the Royal Palace of Andor, a few of the pale spires topped with banners rippling the White Lion on a breeze. On the other side of that wall was the garden where he had first met Elayne.
Blue eyes floated accusingly outside the Void, the darting memory of kisses stolen in Tear, the memory of a letter laying her heart and soul at his feet, of messages borne by Egwene professing love. What would she say if she ever learned about Aviendha, about that night together in the snow hut? Memory of another letter, icily spurning him, a queen condemning a swineherd to outer darkness. It did not matter. Lan was right. But he wanted . . . What? Who? Blue eyes, and green, and dark brown. Elayne, who maybe loved him and maybe could not make up her mind? Aviendha, who taunted him with what she would not let him touch? Min, who laughed at him, thought him a wool-headed fool? All that flashed along the boundaries of the Void. He tried to ignore it, to ignore anguished memories of another blue-eyed woman, lying dead in a palace corridor, so long ago.
He had to stand there, while Aiel dashed out behind Bael, veiling themselves, spreading left and right. It was his presence that maintained the platform; it would vanish as soon as he stepped through the gateway. Aviendha waited almost as calmly as Pevin, though she did occasionally put her head out to frown faintly in one direction or the other down the street. Asmodean fingered his sword and breathed too quickly; Rand wondered whether the man knew how to use the thing. Not that he would have to. Mat stared up the wall as though at a bad remembrance. He had entered the palace this way once, too.
The last veiled Aiel went by, and Rand motioned the others out, then followed. The gateway winked out of existence, leaving him in the middle of a long circle of wary Maidens. Aiel were running down the curving street—it followed the line of the hill; all the streets of the Inner City flowed with the land—vanishing around winding corners as they hurried to find and secure anyone who might give alarm. More were climbing the slope, and some had even begun to scale the wall, using tiny knobs and ridges for finger- and toe-holds.
Suddenly Rand stared. To his left the street bowed downward and rounded out of sight, the decline giving a view past tile-covered towers, sparkling in the morning sun with a hundred changing colors, across tile roofs all the way to one of the Inner City’s many parks, its white walks and monuments forming a lion’s head when seen from this angle. To his right the street rose a little before curving away, more towers topped by spires or domes of various shapes glittering above the rooftops. Aiel filled the street, fanning out quickly into side streets that spiraled away from the palace. Aiel, and not a soul else. The sun was high enough for people to be out and about their business, even this close to the palace.
Like a nightmare the wall above toppled outward in half a dozen places, Aiel and stones smashing down on those still climbing. Before those bouncing, sliding chunks of masonry reached the streets, Trollocs appeared in the openings, dropping the tree-thick battering rams they had used and drawing scythe-curved swords—more, with spiked axes and barbed spears, huge man-shapes in black mail with spikes at shoulders and elbows, huge man-faces distorted by snouts and muzzles, beaks and horns and feathers, plunging down the slope with eyeless Myrddraal like midnight serpents in their midst. All along the street howling Trollocs and silent Myrddraal poured from doorways, leaped from windows. Lightning stabbed from the cloudless sky.
Rand wove Fire and Air to meet Fire and Air, a slow-spreading shield racing lightnings’ fall. Too slow. One bolt struck the shield directly above his head, shattering in a blinding glare, but others grounded themselves, and his hair lifted as the air itself seemed to hammer him down. Almost he lost the weave, almost the Void itself, but he wove what he could not see through eyes still filled with coruscating light, spread the shield against bolts from the heavens that he could at least feel hammering at it. Hammering to reach him, but that could change. Drawing saidin through the angreal in his pocket, he wove the shield until he was sure it must cover half of the Inner City, then tied it off. As he pushed himself to his feet, sight began to return, watery and painful at first. He had to move fast. Rahvin knew he was here. He had to . . .
Surprisingly little time had passed, seemingly. Rahvin had not cared how many of his own he took. Stunned Trollocs and Myrddraal on the slope were falling to spears in the hands of Maidens, many of whom moved unsteadily themselves. Some Maidens, those nearest Rand, were only now pulling themselves up from where they had been flung, and Pevin stood spraddle-legged, holding himself upright with the red banner’s staff, his scarred face still blank as slate. More Trollocs boiled through the gaps in the wall above, and the din of battle filled the streets in all directions, but it might as well have been in another country so far as Rand was concerned.
There had been more than one bolt in that first volley, but not all had been aimed at him. Mat’s smoking boots lay a dozen paces from where Mat himself sprawled on his back. Tendrils of smoke rose from the black haft of his spear, too, from his coat, even from the silver foxhead, hanging out of his shirt, that had not saved him from a man’s channeling. Asmodean was a twisted shape of char, recognizable only from the blackened harpcase still strapped to his back. And Aviendha . . . Unmarked, she could have laid down to rest—if she could have rested staring unblinking at the sun.
Rand bent to touch her cheek. Cooling already. It felt . . . Not like flesh.
“RAAAAHVIIIIN!”
It startled him a little, that sound coming from his throat: He seemed to be sitting somewhere deep in the back of his own head, the Void around him vaster, emptier, than it had ever been before. Saidin raged through him. He did not care if it scoured him away. The taint seeped through everything, tarnished everything. He did not care.
Three Trollocs broke past the Maidens, great spiked, axes and oddly hooked spears in hairy hands, all-too human eyes fixing on him, standing there apparently unarmed. The one with a boar’s tusked snout went down with Enaila’s spear through its spine. Eagle’s beak and bear’s muzzle raced on toward him, one on booted feet, the other on paws.
Rand felt himself smile.
Fire burst from the two Trollocs, a flame at every pore, bursting through black mail. Even as their mouths opened to scream, a gateway opened right where they stood. Bloody halves of burning, cleanly sliced Trolloc fell, but Rand was staring through the opening. Not into blackness, but a great columned hall with lion-carved stone panels, where a large man with wings of white in his dark hair started up in surprise from a gilded throne. A dozen men, some dressed as lords, some in breastplates, turned to see what their master was looking at.
Rand barely noticed them. “Rahvin,” he said. Or someone did. He was not sure who.
Sending fire and lightning ahead of him, he stepped through and let the gateway close behind him. He was death.
Nynaeve was having no trouble maintaining the temper that allowed her to channel a flow of Spirit to the amber sleeping woman in her pouch. Even the feel of unseen eyes could not touch her through her anger this morning.
“You must concentrate,” Nynaeve barked. “You had more control than this the first time.  Siuan’s plain blue wool dress was suddenly silk. The seven-striped stole of the Amyrlin Seat hung around her neck, and a golden serpent bit its own tail on her finger. Frowning at Nynaeve, she did not seem aware of the change, though she had already worn the same five times today.  Faagh! I can still taste it. Like flatfish gall.” Stole and ring vanished; the silk dress’s high neck plunged low enough to show the twisted stone ring, dangling between her breasts on a fine gold chain.
“If you didn’t insist on me teaching you when you needed something to help you sleep, you wouldn’t need it.” So there had been a little sheepstongue root and a few other things that were not really necessary in the mix. The woman deserved to have her tongue curdled.
“You can hardly teach me when you’re teaching Sheriam and the others.” The silk paled; the neck was high again, surrounded by a white lace ruff, and a cap of pearls fitted close on Siuan’s hair. “Or would you rather I came after them? You claim you need some sleep undisturbed.”
Nynaeve quivered, fists clenched at her sides. Sheriam and the others were not the worst thing stoking her anger. She and Elayne took turns bringing them to Tel’aran’rhiod two at a time, sometimes all six in one night, and even if she was the teacher they never let her forget she was Accepted and they Aes Sedai. One sharp word when they made a foolish mistake . . . Elayne had only been sent to scrub pots once, but Nynaeve’s hands were shriveled from hot, soapy water; back where her body lay sleeping they were, anyway.
But they were not the worst. Nor was the fact that she barely had a moment to spare for investigating what, if anything, could be done about stilling and gentling. Logain was more cooperative than Siuan and Leane in any case, or at least more eager. Thank the Light he understood about keeping it secret. Or thought he did; he probably believed she would Heal him eventually. No, worse than that was that Faolain had been tested and raised . . . not Aes Sedai—not without the Oath Rod, which was tight in the Tower—but to something more than Accepted. Faolain wore any dress she chose now, and if she could not wear the shawl or choose an Ajah, she had been given other authority. Nynaeve thought she had fetched more cups of water, more books—left deliberately, she, was sure!—more pins and ink-jars and other useless things in the last four days than she had her entire stay in the Tower. Yet even Faolain was not the worst of all. She did not even want to remember that. Her anger could have heated a house in winter.
“What’s put a hook in your gills today, girl?” Siuan had on a gown like those Leane wore, only more sheer than even Leane would ever wear in public, so thin it was hard to tell what color it was. Not the first time she had had that on today, either. What was perking around in the back of the woman’s mind? In the World of Dreams, things like these changes of clothing betrayed thoughts you might not even know you had. “You have been almost decent company until today,” Siuan continued irritably, then paused. “Until today. I see it now. Yesterday afternoon Sheriam assigned Theodrin to begin helping you break down that block you’ve built up. Is that what has your shift in a twist?  She’s a wilder, too, girl. If anyone can help you learn to channel without eating nettles first, she—”
“And what has you so jittery you can’t hold your dress still?” Theodrin—that was what really hurt. The failure. “Maybe it’s something I heard last night?” Theodrin was even-tempered, good-humored, patient; she said it could not be done in one session; her own block had taken months to demolish, and she had finally realized she was channeling long before going to the Tower. Still, failure hurt, and worst of all, if anyone ever discovered that she had cried like a baby in Theodrin’s comforting arms when she knew she was failing . . .  For an instant she could only stare at the other woman, eyes going wider and wider. With a wordless shriek, she tried to punch Siuan in the eye. Tried, because somehow Siuan had tangled a fist in her hair. A moment later they were down in the dirt of the street, rolling about and screaming, flailing wildly.
Grunting, Nynaeve thought she was getting the better of it even if she did not know whether she was on the top or the bottom half the time. Siuan was trying to yank her braid out by the roots with one hand while the other pounded at her ribs or anything else it could find, but she had the other woman the same way, and Siuan’s yanking and punching were definitely growing weaker, and she herself was going to pound Siuan senseless in another minute, then snatch her bald. Nynaeve yelped as a toe caught her hard on the shin. The woman kicked! Nynaeve tried to knee her, but it was not easy in skirts. Kicking was not fighting fair!
Suddenly Nynaeve realized that Siuan was shaking. At first she thought the woman was crying. Then she realized it was laughter. Pushing herself up, she brushed strands of hair out of her face—her braid was all but undone—and glared down at the other woman. “What are you laughing at? Me? If you are . . . !”
“Not at you. At us.” Still quivering with mirth, Siuan shoved Nynaeve off her. Siuan’s hair was in wild disarray, and dust covered the plain wool dress she wore now, worn-looking and neatly darned in several places. She was barefoot, too.  I haven’t done that since I was . . . twelve, I think. I started thinking that all we needed would be fat Cian snatching me up by an ear to tell me girls don’t fight. I heard she once knocked down a drunken printer, I don’t know why.” Something very like giggles took her for a moment, then she quieted them and stood, brushing dust from her clothes. “If we have a disagreement, we can settle it like adult women.” And in a careful tone, “Still, it might be a good idea not to discuss Gareth Bryne.” She gave a start as the worn dress became a gown, red with black-and-gold embroidery around hem and swooping neckline.
Nynaeve sat there staring at her. What would she have done as Wisdom if she found two women rolling around in the dirt that way? If anything, the answer kept her anger at a simmer. Siuan still did not seem to realize that there was no need to brush away dust with your hands in Tel’aran’rhiod. Snatching away fingers that had been repairing her braid, Nynaeve got up quickly; before she was on her feet again, her braid hung perfect over her shoulder and her good Two Rivers woolens might have just been laundered.
“I agree,” she said. She would have made any two women she caught like that sorry they had been born even before she hauled them before the Women’s Circle. What was she doing lashing out with her fists like some fool man? First Cerandin—she did not want to think about that episode, but there it was—then Latelle, and now this.  Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—that thought did nothing for her temper. “If we have disagreements, we can . . . discuss them.”
“Which I suppose means we’ll shout at one another,” Siuan said dryly. “Well, better that than the other.”
“We would not have to shout if you—!” Drawing a deep breath, Nynaeve jerked her eyes away; this was no way to begin anew. That breath caught in her throat, and she turned her head back to Siuan so quickly it seemed she had been shaking it. She hoped it did. Just for an instant, there had been a face in a window across the Street. And there was a flutter in her belly, a bubble of fear, a burn of anger at being afraid. “I think we should go back now,” she said quietly.
“Go back! You said that vile concoction would put me to sleep for a good two hours, and we haven’t been here much more than half that.”
“Time works differently here.” Had it been Moghedien? The face had vanished so quickly it could have been someone dreaming herself here for an instant. If it was Moghedien, they must not—must not on any account—let her know she had been seen. They had to get away. Bubble of fear, burn of anger. “I told you. A day in Tel’aran’rhiod can be an hour in the waking world, or the other way round. We—”
“I’ve dipped better out of the bilge in a bucket, girl. You needn’t think you can get away with shortchanging me. You’ll teach me everything you teach the others, as agreed. We can go when I wake up.”
There was no time. If it had been Moghedien. Siuan’s dress was green silk now, and the Amyrlin’s stole and her Great Serpent ring were back, but for a wonder the neckline was almost as low as anything she had worn before. The ring ter’angreal hung above her breasts, somehow part of a necklace of square emeralds.
Nynaeve moved without thinking. Her hand lashed out, snatched the necklace so hard it tore free from Siuan’s neck. Siuan’s eyes widened, but as soon as the clasp broke, she vanished, and necklace and ring melted from Nynaeve’s hand. For an instant she stared at her empty fingers. What happened to someone sent out of Tel’aran’rhiod like that? Had she sent Siuan back to her sleeping body? Or to somewhere else? To nowhere?
Panic seized her. She was just standing there. Quick as thought she fled, the World of Dreams seeming to change around her.
She stood on a dirt street in a small village of wooden houses, none more than a single story. The White Lion of Andor waved from a tall staff, and a single stone dock stuck out into a broad river where a flock of long-billed birds flapped south low over the water. It all looked vaguely familiar, but it took her a moment to know where she was. Jurene. In Cairhien. And that river was the Erinin. It had been here that she and Egwene and Elayne had boarded the Darter, as badly misnamed as the Riverserpent, to continue their journey to Tear. That time seemed like something read in a book long ago.
Why had she jumped to Jurene? That was simple, and answered as soon as she thought of it. Jurene was the one place she knew well enough to leap to in Tel’aran’rhiod that she could be sure Moghedien did not know. They had been there for an hour, before Moghedien knew she existed, and she was sure neither she nor Elayne had ever mentioned it again, in Tel’aran’rhiod or awake.
But that left another question. The same one, in a way. Why Jurene? Why not step out of the Dream, wake up in her own bed, such as it was, if washing dishes and scrubbing floors on top of everything had not left her so weary she slept right on? I can still step out. Moghedien had seen her in Salidar, if that had been Moghedien. Moghedien knew Salidar now. I can tell Sheriam. How? Admit she was teaching Siuan? She was not supposed to have her hands on those ter’angreal except with Sheriam and the other Aes Sedai. How Siuan got hold of them when she wanted, Nynaeve did not know. No, she was not afraid of more hours up to her elbows in hot water. She was afraid of Moghedien. Anger burned in her belly fiercely. She wished she had some goosemint out of her scrip of herbs.
There was a bench in front of one of the houses, overlooking dock and river. She sat down and considered her situation from every angle. It was ridiculous. The True Source was a pale thing. She channeled a flame dancing in air above her hand. She might look solid—to herself, anyway—but she could see the river through that scrap of fire. She tied it off, and it faded away like mist as soon as the knot was done. How could she face Moghedien when the weakest novice in Salidar could match or better her strength? That was why she had fled here instead of leaving Tel’aran’rhiod. Afraid and angry at being afraid, too angry to think straight, to consider her own weakness.
She would step out of the Dream. Whatever Siuan’s scheme had been, it was done; she would have to take her chances right along with Nynaeve. The thought of more hours scrubbing floors tightened her hand on her braid. Days more likely, and maybe Sheriam’s switch besides. They might never let her near one of the dream ter’angreal again, or any ter’angreal. They would set Faolain over her instead of Theodrin. A finish to studying Siuan and Leane, much less Logain; maybe a finish to studying Healing.
In a fury she channeled another flame. If it was a whit stronger, she could not see it. So much for trying to crank her anger in hope it would help. “There’s nothing for it but to just tell them I saw Moghedien,” she muttered, yanking her braid hard enough to hurt. “Light, they will give me to Faolain. I’d almost rather die!”
“But you seem to enjoy running little errands for her.”
That mocking voice pulled Nynaeve up off the bench like hands on her shoulders. Moghedien stood in the street all in black, shaking her head at what she saw. With all her strength Nynaeve wove a shield of Spirit and hurled it between the other woman and saidar. Tried to hurl it between; it was like chopping at a tree with a paper hatchet. Moghedien actually smiled before she bothered to slice Nynaeve’s weave, and that as casually as brushing a biteme away from her face. Nynaeve stared at her as though poleaxed. After everything it came down to this. The One Power, useless. All the anger bubbling inside her, useless. All her plans, her hopes, useless. Moghedien did not bother to strike back. She did not even bother to channel a shield of her own. That was how much contempt she had.
“I was afraid you had seen me. I grew careless when you and Siuan started trying to kill each other. With your hands.” Moghedien gave a belittling laugh. She was weaving something, lazily because there was no reason to hurry. Nynaeve did not know what it was, yet she wanted to scream. Fury seethed inside her, but fear dulled her wits, rooted her feet to the ground. “Sometimes I think you are all too ignorant even to train, you and the former Amyrlin Seat and all the rest. But I cannot allow you to betray me.” That weave was reaching out for her. “It is time to collect you at last, it seems.”
“Hold, Moghedien!” Birgitte shouted.
Nynaeve’s mouth dropped open. It was Birgitte, as she had been, in her short white coat and wide yellow trousers, intricate golden braid pulled over her shoulder, silver arrow drawn on silver bow. It was impossible. Birgitte was no longer part of Tel’aran’rhiod, she was back in Salidar, making sure no one discovered Nynaeve and Siuan asleep with the sun up and began asking questions.
Moghedien was so shocked, the flows she had woven vanished. Shock lasted less than a moment, though. The gleaming arrow flew from Birgitte’s bow—and evaporated. The bow evaporated. Something seemed to seize the archer, jerking her arms straight up, pulling her clear of the ground. Almost immediately she was snubbed short, pulled tight between wrists and ankles a foot above the ground.
“I should have considered the possibility of you.” Moghedien turned her back on Nynaeve to move closer to Birgitte.  Without Gaidal Cain?”
Nynaeve thought of channeling. But what? A dagger that might not even penetrate the woman’s skin? Fire that would not singe her skirts? Moghedien knew how useless she was; she was not even looking at her. If she stopped the flow of Spirit to the sleeping woman in amber, she would wake in Salidar, she could give warning. Her face twisted near to tears as she looked at Birgitte. The golden-haired woman hung there, staring defiantly at Moghedien. Moghedien contemplated her in return as a woodcarver would a block of wood.
There’s only me, Nynaeve thought. I might as well not be able to channel at all. There’s only me.
Lifting that first foot was like pulling it out of knee-deep mud, the second staggering step no easier. Toward Moghedien. “Don’t hurt me,” Nynaeve cried. “Please. Don’t hurt me.” A chill ran through her. Birgitte was gone. A child of perhaps three or four, in short white coat and wide yellow trousers, stood there playing with a toy-sized silver bow.  Nynaeve sagged to her knees. It was hard work crawling in skirts, but she did not think she could have remained standing. Somehow she managed, reaching out a pleading hand and whimpering. “Please. Don’t hurt me. Please. Don’t hurt me.” Over and over as she dragged toward the Forsaken, a broken beetle scrabbling in the dirt.
Moghedien watched silently, until at last she said, “Once I thought you were stronger than this. Now I find I truly like the sight of you on your knees. That is close enough, girl.  ” She seemed amused by the notion.
Nynaeve’s hand wavered a span from Moghedien. It had to be close enough. There was only her. And Tel’aran’rhiod. The image formed in her head, and there it was, silver bracelet on her outstretched wrist, silver leash linking it to the silver collar around Moghedien’s neck. It was not just the a’dam she fixed in her head, but Moghedien wearing it, Moghedien and the a’dam, a part of Tel’aran’rhiod that she held in the form she wanted. She knew something of what to expect; she had worn an a’dam’s bracelet briefly once, in Falme. In a strange way she was aware of Moghedien in the same way she was aware of her own body, her own emotions, two sets, each distinct, but each in her own head. One thing she had only hoped, because Elayne insisted it was so. The thing was indeed a link; she could feel the Source through the other woman.
Moghedien’s hand leaped to the collar, shock rounding her eyes. Rage and horror. Rage more than horror, at first. Nynaeve felt them almost as if they were her own. Moghedien had to know what the leash-and-collar was, yet she tried to channel anyway; at the same time Nynaeve felt a slight shifting in herself, in the a’dam, as the other woman tried to bend Tel’aran’rhiod to herself. Suppressing Moghedien’s attempt was simple; the a’dam was a link, with her in control. Knowing that made it easy. Nynaeve did not want to channel those flows, so they were not channeled. Moghedien might as well have tried to pick up a mountain with her bare hands. Horror overwhelmed rage.
Getting to her feet, Nynaeve fastened the proper image in her mind. She did not just imagine Moghedien leashed in the a’dam, she knew Moghedien was leashed, as firmly as she knew her own name. The sense of shifting, of her skin trying to crawl, did not go away, though. “Stop that,” she said sharply. The a’dam did not move, but it seemed to tremble unseen. She thought of blackwasp nettles lightly brushing the other woman from shoulders to knees. Moghedien shuddered, exhaled convulsively. “Stop it, I said, or I’ll do worse.” The shifting ceased. Moghedien watched her warily, still clutching the silver collar around her neck and with an air of being poised on her toes for flight.
Birgitte—the child who was, or had been, Birgitte—stood eyeing them curiously. Nynaeve formed the image of her as a grown woman, concentrated.  Nynaeve breathed angrily. It was hard changing what someone else was already maintaining. And on top of that, Moghedien had claimed she could make changes permanent. But what she could do, she could undo. “Restore her.”
“If you release me, I—”
Nynaeve thought of nettles again, and not a light brush this time. Moghedien sucked air through clenched teeth, shook like a bedsheet in a high wind.
“That,” Birgitte said, “was the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me.” Herself once more, she wore the short coat and wide trousers, but she had no bow or quiver. “I was a child, but at the same time, what was me—really me—was just some fancy floating in the back of that child’s mind. And I knew it. I knew I was just going to watch what happened and play . . . ” Flipping her golden braid back over her shoulder, she gave Moghedien a hard look.
“How did you get here?” Nynaeve asked. “I am grateful, you understand, but . . . how?”
Birgitte gave Moghedien a final stony stare, then opened her coat to fish in the neck of her blouse, pulling up the twisted stone ring on a leather thong. “Siuan woke up. Just for a moment, and not all the way. Long enough to grumble about you snatching this from her. When you didn’t wake right behind her, I knew something must be wrong, so I took the ring and the last of what you mixed for Siuan.”
“There was hardly any left. Only the dregs.”
“Enough to put me to sleep. It tastes horrible, by the way. After that, it was as easy as finding feather-dancers in Shiota. In some ways this is almost as if I were still—” Birgitte cut off with another glare for Moghedien. The silver bow reappeared in her hand, and a quiver of silver arrows at her hip, yet after one moment they vanished again. “Past is past, and the future is ahead,” she said firmly. “I was not truly surprised to realize there were two of you who knew they were in Tel’aran’rhiod. I knew the other must be her, and when I arrived and saw the pair of you . . . It seemed as if she had already captured you, but I hoped that if I distracted her, you might come up with something.”
 She had considered abandoning Birgitte. That was what she had almost come up with. The thought had only been there for a moment, rejected as soon as it came, but it had come.  Surely Birgitte never had even moments when fear almost took control of her. “I . . . ” A faint taste of boiled catfern and powdered mavinsleaf. “I almost ran away,” she said faintly.  I almost ran away and left you.”
“Oh?” Nynaeve writhed inside as Birgitte considered her. “But you did not, did you? I should have loosed before I called out, but I’ve never felt comfortable shooting anyone from behind. Even her. Still, it all worked out. But what do we do with her now?”
Moghedien certainly seemed to have overcome her fear. Ignoring the silver collar around her throat, she watched Nynaeve and Birgitte as though they were the prisoners, not she, and she was deliberating what to do with them. Except for an occasional twitch of her hands, as if she wanted to scratch where her skin held the memory of nettles, she appeared black-clad serenity. Only the a’dam let Nynaeve know there was fear in the woman, almost a gibbering, but pushed down to a muted buzz. She wished the thing let her know what Moghedien was thinking as well as feeling. Then again, she was just as glad not to be inside the mind behind those cold dark eyes.
“Before you consider anything . . . drastic,” Moghedien said, “remember that I know much that would be useful to you. I have observed the other Chosen, peeked into their schemes. Is that not worth something?”
“Tell me, and I will consider whether it’s worth anything,” Nynaeve said. What could she do with the woman?
“Lanfear, Graendal, Rahvin and Sammael are plotting together.”
Nynaeve gave the leash a short tug, staggering her. “I know that. Tell me something new.” The woman was captive here, but the a’dam only existed so long as they were in Tel’aran’rhiod.
“Do you know they are drawing Rand al’Thor to attack Sammael? But when he does, he will find the others as well, waiting to trap him between them. At least, he will find Graendal and Rahvin. I think Lanfear plays another game, one the others know nothing about.”
Nynaeve exchanged worried glances with Birgitte. Rand must learn of this. He would, as soon as she and Elayne could speak to Egwene tonight. If they could manage to put their hands on the ter’angreal long enough.
“That is,” Moghedien murmured, “if he lives long enough to find them.”
Nynaeve took hold of the silvery leash where it joined the collar and pulled the Forsaken’s face close to hers. Dark eyes met her gaze flatly, but she could feel anger through the a’dam, and fear wriggling up and being stamped down. “You listen to me. Do you think I don’t know why you are pretending to be so cooperative? You think if you keep talking long enough, I will make some slip, and you can escape.  That much was true enough. To kill somebody in cold blood, even one of the Forsaken, would be hard, maybe harder than she could manage. What was she going to do with the woman? “But you understand this. I won’t allow hinting at things. If you try keeping anything back from me, I will do to you everything you ever thought of doing to me.” Dread, creeping through the leash, like bone-chilling shrieks deep in Moghedien’s mind. Maybe she did not know as much about a’dam as Nynaeve thought. Maybe she believed Nynaeve could read her thoughts if she tried. “Now if you know of some threat to Rand, something ahead of Sammael and the others, you tell me. Now!”
Words spilled from Moghedien’s mouth, and her tongue flickered out to wet her lips continually. “Al’Thor means to go after Rahvin. Today. This morning. Because he thinks Rahvin killed Morgase. I don’t know whether he did or not, but al’Thor believes it. But Rahvin never trusted Lanfear. He never trusted any of them. Why should he? He thought it all might be some trap set for him, so he has laid a trap of his own. He has set Wards through Caemlyn so if a man channels a spark he will know. Al’Thor will walk right into it. He almost certainly already has. I think he meant to leave Cairhien right after sunrise. I had no part of it. It was none of it my doing. I—”
Nynaeve wanted to shut her up; the fear sweat glistening on the woman’s face made her sick, but if she had to listen to that pleading voice, too . . . She started to channel, wondering whether she would be strong enough to hold Moghedien’s tongue, then smiled. She was linked to Moghedien, and in control. Moghedien’s eyes bulged as she wove flows to stop her own mouth and tied them. Nynaeve added plugs for her ears too, before turning to Birgitte. “What do you think?”
“Elayne’s heart will break. She loves her mother.”
“I know that!” Nynaeve took a breath. “I will cry with her and mean every tear, but right now I must worry about Rand. I think she was telling the truth. I could almost feel it.” She caught the silver leash just below her bracelet and shook it. “Maybe it’s this, and maybe it was imagination. What do you believe?”
“That it’s the truth. She was never very brave unless she clearly had the upper hand, or thought she could get it. And you certainly put the fear of the Light into her.”
Nynaeve grimaced. Birgitte’s every word put another bubble of anger in her belly. She was never very brave except when she clearly had the upper hand. That could describe herself. She had put the fear of the Light into Moghedien. She had, and she had meant every word when she said it. Boxing somebody’s ears when they needed it was one thing; threatening torture, wanting to torture, even Moghedien, was something else again. And here she was trying to avoid what she knew she had to do. Never very brave except when she clearly had the upper hand. This time the bubble of anger was seeded by herself. “We have to go to Caemlyn. I do, at least. With her. I may not be able to channel strongly enough to tear paper as I am, but with the a’dam I can use her strength.”
“You won’t be able to affect anything in the waking world from Tel’aran’rhiod,” Birgitte said quietly.
“I know! I know, but I have to do something.”
  Abruptly her eyes widened in surprise. “There wasn’t much of your potion left. I think I am wak—” In mid-word, she was simply no longer there.
Taking a deep breath, Nynaeve untied the flows around Moghedien. Or made her do it; with the a’dam it was hard to tell which, really. She wished Birgitte was still there. Another pair of eyes. Someone who probably knew Tel’aran’rhiod better than she ever could. Someone who was brave. “We are taking a trip, Moghedien, and you are going to help me with every last scrap of you. If anything takes me by surprise . . . Suffice it to say, anything that happens to the one wearing this bracelet happens to the one wearing the collar. Only about tenfold.” The sickly look on Moghedien’s face said she believed. Which was just as well, since it was true.
Another deep breath, and Nynaeve began forming the image of the one place in Caemlyn she knew well enough to remember. The Royal Palace, where Elayne had taken her. Rahvin must be there. But in the waking world, not the World of Dreams. Still, she had to do something. Tel’aran’rhiod changed around her.


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| Class | Description |
|---|---|
| Yii | Yii is a helper class serving common framework functionalities. |
| YiiRequirementChecker | YiiRequirementChecker allows checking, if current system meets the requirements for running the Yii application. |
| app\assets\AppAsset | Main application asset bundle. |
| app\commands\HelloController | This command echoes the first argument that you have entered. |
| app\commands\RbacController | |
| app\components\HerokuTarget | |
| app\controllers\AuthAssignmentController | AuthAssignmentController implements the CRUD actions for AuthAssignment model. |
| app\controllers\AuthItemChildController | AuthItemChildController implements the CRUD actions for AuthItemChild model. |
| app\controllers\AuthItemController | AuthItemController implements the CRUD actions for AuthItem model. |
| app\controllers\AutosController | AutosController implements the CRUD actions for Autos model. |
| app\controllers\ClientesController | ClientesController implements the CRUD actions for Clientes model. |
| app\controllers\EmpresasController | EmpresasController implements the CRUD actions for Empresas model. |
| app\controllers\HogaresController | HogaresController implements the CRUD actions for Hogares model. |
| app\controllers\NoVidaController | NoVidaController implements the CRUD actions for NoVida model. |
| app\controllers\SiniestrosController | SiniestrosController implements the CRUD actions for Siniestros model. |
| app\controllers\SiteController | |
| app\controllers\UsuariosController | UsuariosController implements the CRUD actions for Usuarios model. |
| app\controllers\VidaController | VidaController implements the CRUD actions for Vida model. |
| app\models\AuthAssignment | This is the model class for table "auth_assignment". |
| app\models\AuthAssignmentSearch | AuthAssignmentSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\AuthAssignment . |
| app\models\AuthItem | This is the model class for table "auth_item". |
| app\models\AuthItemChild | This is the model class for table "auth_item_child". |
| app\models\AuthItemChildSearch | AuthItemChildSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\AuthItemChild . |
| app\models\AuthItemSearch | AuthItemSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\AuthItem . |
| app\models\AuthRule | This is the model class for table "auth_rule". |
| app\models\Autos | This is the model class for table "autos". |
| app\models\AutosSearch | AutosSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Autos . |
| app\models\Clientes | This is the model class for table "clientes". |
| app\models\ClientesSearch | ClientesSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Clientes . |
| app\models\ContactForm | ContactForm is the model behind the contact form. |
| app\models\Empresas | This is the model class for table "empresas". |
| app\models\EmpresasSearch | EmpresasSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Empresas . |
| app\models\Hogares | This is the model class for table "hogares". |
| app\models\HogaresSearch | HogaresSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Hogares . |
| app\models\LoginForm | LoginForm is the model behind the login form. |
| app\models\NoVida | This is the model class for table "no_vida". |
| app\models\NoVidaSearch | NoVidaSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\NoVida . |
| app\models\Siniestros | This is the model class for table "siniestros". |
| app\models\SiniestrosSearch | SiniestrosSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Siniestros . |
| app\models\User | |
| app\models\Usuarios | This is the model class for table "usuarios". |
| app\models\UsuariosSearch | UsuariosSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Usuarios . |
| app\models\Vida | This is the model class for table "vida". |
| app\models\VidaSearch | VidaSearch represents the model behind the search form of app\models\Vida . |
| app\modulos\auth\Modulos | Auth module definition class |
| app\modulos\auth\controllers\DefaultController | Default controller for the auth module |
| app\widgets\Alert | Alert widget renders a message from session flash. All flash messages are displayed in the sequence they were assigned using setFlash. You can set message as following: |


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We want to inform you that whenever you use our SERVICE, in a case of an error in the app we collect data and information (through third party products) on your phone called Log Data. This Log Data may include information such as your device Internet Protocol (“IP”) address, device name, operating system version, the configuration of the app when utilizing our Service, the time and date of your use of the SERIVICE, and other statistics.
Cookies
Cookies are files with a small amount of data that are commonly used as anonymous unique identifiers. These are sent to your browser from the websites that you visit and are stored on your device's internal memory.
The SERVICE does not use these “cookies” explicitly. However, the app may use third party code and libraries that use “cookies” to collect information and improve their services. You have the option to either accept or refuse these cookies and know when a cookie is being sent to your device. If you choose to refuse our cookies, you may not be able to use some portions of this Service.
Service Providers
We may employ third-party companies and individuals due to the following reasons:
- To facilitate our SERVICE;
- To provide the SERVICE on our behalf;
- To perform supporting services; or
- To assist us in analyzing how our SERVICE is used.
We want to inform users of this Service that these third parties have access to your Personal Information. The reason is to perform the tasks assigned to them on our behalf. However, they are obligated not to disclose or use the information for any other purpose.
Security
We value your trust in providing us your Personal Information, thus we are striving to use commercially acceptable means of protecting it. But remember that no method of transmission over the internet, or method of electronic storage is 100% secure and reliable, and we cannot guarantee its absolute security.
Links to Other Sites
This Service may contain links to other sites. If you click on a third-party link, you will be directed to that site. Note that these external sites are not operated by us. Therefore, we strongly advise you to review the Privacy Policy of these websites. We have no control over and assume no responsibility for the content, privacy policies, or practices of any third-party sites or services.
Children’s Privacy
The SERVICE does not address anyone under the age of 13. We do not knowingly collect personally identifiable information from children under 13. In the case we discover that a child under 13 has provided us with personal information, we immediately delete this from our servers. If you are a parent or guardian and you are aware that your child has provided us with personal information, please contact us so that we will be able to do necessary actions.
Changes to This Privacy Policy
We may update our Privacy Policy from time to time. Thus, you are advised to review this page periodically for any changes. We will notify you of any changes by posting the new Privacy Policy on this page. These changes are effective immediately after they are posted on this page.
Contact Us
If you have any questions or suggestions about our Privacy Policy, do not hesitate to contact us using information in Contact page.


09 January 2002
Disease Outbreak Reported
As
of 7 January 2002, 231 contacts have been identified (197 contacts in Gabon, 34 in the
Republic of the Congo). The international team has temporarily relocated to Makokou
because of security concerns in the Mekambo area. The team is reviewing the current
situation with provincial and national authorities and is planning to return to Mekambo as
soon as possible to continue efforts to contain the outbreak with local
authorities.
As of 7
January 2002, 34 confirmed cases have been reported, including 25 deaths (18
in Gabon, 7 in the Republic of the Congo). Of these 34 confirmed cases, 21 cases
have been detected in Gabon and 13 in villages in the Republic of the Congo, close to the
border between the two countries. There are an
additional 16 suspected cases in Gabon.


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