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java.lang.Object com.mcc.ul.DaqDevice
public abstract class DaqDevice
This class represents a DAQ device.
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abstract void |
connect()
Establishes a connection to a physical DAQ device. |
abstract void |
connect(int connectionCode,
int timeout)
Establishes a connection to a physical DAQ device. |
void |
disableEvent(java.util.EnumSet<DaqEventType> eventType)
Disables one or more event conditions, and disconnects their user-defined handlers. |
void |
disconnect()
Disconnects from a DAQ device. |
void |
enableEvent(java.util.EnumSet<DaqEventType> eventType,
java.lang.Object eventParameter,
DaqEventListener eventListener)
Binds one or more event conditions to a DaqEventListener object. |
void |
flashLed(int flashCount)
Causes the LED on a DAQ device to flash. |
AiDevice |
getAiDev()
Returns AiDevice if the DAQ device has an analog input subsystem. |
AoDevice |
getAoDev()
Returns AoDevice if the DAQ device has an analog output subsystem. |
CioDevice |
getCioDev()
Returns CioDevice if the DAQ device has a counter subsystem. |
DaqDeviceConfig |
getConfig()
Returns DaqDeviceConfig . |
DaqDeviceDescriptor |
getDescriptor()
Returns DaqDeviceDescriptor . |
DioDevice |
getDioDev()
Returns DioDevice if the DAQ device has a digital I/O subsystem. |
DaqDeviceInfo |
getInfo()
Returns DaqDeviceInfo |
TmrDevice |
getTmrDev()
Returns TmrDevice if the DAQ device has a timer subsystem. |
abstract boolean |
hasConnectionPermission()
Returns true if a DAQ device has connection permission. |
boolean |
isConnected()
Returns true if a connection is established with a DAQ device. |
int |
memRead(MemoryRegion memoryRegion,
int address,
java.nio.ByteBuffer buffer,
int count)
Returns a value read from a specified region in memory. |
int |
memWrite(MemoryRegion memoryRegion,
int address,
java.nio.ByteBuffer buffer,
int count)
Writes a value to the specified memory region. |
void |
requestConnectionPermission(DaqDeviceConnectionPermissionListener daqDevicePermissionListener)
Requests permission to connect and access the device. |
java.lang.String |
toString()
For Bluetooth devices, returns the device descriptor associated with the device. |
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equals, getClass, hashCode, notify, notifyAll, wait, wait, wait |
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public abstract void connect() throws ULException
ULException
public abstract void connect(int connectionCode, int timeout) throws ULException
connectionCode
- The DAQ device connection codetimeout
- The timeout value in milliseconds.
ULException
public abstract boolean hasConnectionPermission()
public java.lang.String toString()
toString
in class java.lang.Object
public boolean isConnected()
public void disconnect()
public DaqDeviceDescriptor getDescriptor()
DaqDeviceDescriptor
.
public DaqDeviceInfo getInfo()
DaqDeviceInfo
public DaqDeviceConfig getConfig()
DaqDeviceConfig
.
public AiDevice getAiDev()
AiDevice
if the DAQ device has an analog input subsystem.
hasAiDev
first to see if the
DAQ device has an analog input subsystem.
public AoDevice getAoDev()
AoDevice
if the DAQ device has an analog output subsystem.
hasAoDev
first to see if the
DAQ device has an analog output subsystem.
public DioDevice getDioDev()
DioDevice
if the DAQ device has a digital I/O subsystem.
hasDioDev
first to see if the
DAQ device has a digital I/O subsystem.
public CioDevice getCioDev()
CioDevice
if the DAQ device has a counter subsystem.
hasCioDev
first to see if the
DAQ device has a counter subsystem.
public TmrDevice getTmrDev()
TmrDevice
if the DAQ device has a timer subsystem.
hasTmrDev
first to see if the
DAQ device has a timer subsystem.
public void requestConnectionPermission(DaqDeviceConnectionPermissionListener daqDevicePermissionListener) throws ULException
daqDevicePermissionListener
- Permission to connect request.
ULException
public void flashLed(int flashCount) throws ULException
flashCount
- The number of flashes. For some devices this parameter is ignored.
ULException
public void enableEvent(java.util.EnumSet<DaqEventType> eventType, java.lang.Object eventParameter, DaqEventListener eventListener) throws ULException
DaqEventListener
object.
onDaqEvent
will be invoked.
eventType
- Event conditions.
eventParameter
- Additional data required to specify an event condition.eventListener
- Callback function to handle event types.
ULException
public void disableEvent(java.util.EnumSet<DaqEventType> eventType) throws ULException
eventType
- Event conditions.
ULException
public int memRead(MemoryRegion memoryRegion, int address, java.nio.ByteBuffer buffer, int count) throws ULException
memoryRegion
- MemoryRegion
address
- Memory address.buffer
- Buffer size.count
- Number of data points to read.
ULException
public int memWrite(MemoryRegion memoryRegion, int address, java.nio.ByteBuffer buffer, int count) throws ULException
memoryRegion
- MemoryRegion
address
- Memory address.buffer
- Buffer size.count
- Number of data points to write.
ULException
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Confirmed Barcelona XI vs Leganes: These fans delighted with Valverde selection decision
by Ron CarneBarcelona face Leganes as they return to La Liga action this weekend, and coach Ernesto Valverde is seemingly in search of goals on Saturday.
The Catalan giants sit top of the table after 12 games, but only edge out rivals Real Madrid on goal difference and so they will want to avoid a slip-up in the early kickoff.
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Valverde also has the clash with Borussia Dortmund in the Champions League to consider on Wednesday night, but that hasn’t stopped from him from naming a strong starting line-up.
As seen in the club’s graphic below, youngster Moussa Wague gets the nod in defence with Clement Lenglet ruled out due to injury, while the visitors have gone ultra attacking as Lionel Messi, Antoine Griezmann, Ousmane Dembele and Luis Suarez all start.
Based on the reaction from some Barcelona fans below, that decision from Valverde appears to have gone down very well, but it remains to be seen if they are able to show a balance in the side to secure all three points and put on a performance in the process.
Going with so many attacking players means that they will have to put in a shift defensively too in order to avoid Barca being exposed at the back, but it certainly gives the Leganes coach and defence plenty to think about it in terms of trying to contain them.
It’s an ominous task though for the side currently sitting bottom of the La Liga table having conceded 22 goals in their 13 games thus far, which gives them the second worst defensive record in the top flight.
After their encounter with Barcelona and with the attacking quartet mentioned above to deal with, many will undoubtedly expect them to go to the top of that particular list by the time their clash finishes on Saturday.


My Queen?”
Morgase looked up from the book on her lap. Sunlight slanted through the window of the sitting room next to her bedchamber. The day was already hot, with no breeze, and sweat dampened her face. It would be noon before much longer, and she had not stirred from the room. That was unlike her; she could not remember why she had decided to laze the morning away with a book. She seemed unable to concentrate on reading of late. By the golden clock on the mantel above the marble fireplace, an hour had passed since she last turned a page, and she could not recall its words. It must be the heat.
The red-coated young officer of her Guards, kneeling with one fist pressed to the red-and-gold carpet, looked vaguely familiar. Once she had known the name of every Guard assigned to the Palace. Perhaps it was all the new faces. “Tallanvor,” she said, surprising herself. He was a tall, well-made young man, but she could not tell why she remembered him in particular. Had he brought someone to her once? Long ago? “Guardsman Lieutenant Martyn Tallanvor.”
He glanced at her, startlingly rough-eyed, before putting his gaze back on the carpet. “My Queen, forgive me, but I am surprised that you remain here, given the morning’s news.”
“What news?” It would be good to learn something besides Alteima’s gossip of the Tairen court. At times she felt that there was something else she wanted to ask the woman, but all they ever did was gossip, which she could never remember doing before.  Alteima had taken to wearing rather daring dresses; Morgase would have to say something to her. Dimly she seemed to remember thinking that before. Nonsense. If I had, I would have spoken to her already. She shook her head, realizing that she had drifted away from the young officer entirely, that he had begun speaking and stopped when he saw she was not listening. “Tell me again. I was distracted. And stand.”
 She looked where he had been staring and blushed; her dress was cut extremely low. But Gaebril liked her to wear them so.
“Be brief,” she said curtly.  I should have him flogged. “What news is so important that you think you can walk into my sitting room as if it were a tavern?” His face darkened, but whether from proper embarrassment or increased anger she could not say.  Does the man think all I have to do is listen to him?
“Rebellion, my Queen,” he said in a flat tone, and all thought of anger and stares vanished.
“Where?”
“The Two Rivers, my Queen. Someone has raised the old banner of Manetheren, the Red Eagle. A messenger came from Whitebridge this morning.”
Morgase drummed her fingers on the book, her thoughts coming more clearly than it seemed they had in a very long time. Something about the Two Rivers, some spark she could not quite fan to life, tugged at her. The region was hardly part of Andor at all, and had not been for generations. She and the last three queens before her had been hard pressed to maintain a modicum of control over the miners and smelters in the Mountains of Mist, and even that modicum would have been lost had there been any way to get the metals out save through the rest of Andor. A choice between holding the mines’ gold and iron and other metals and keeping the Two Rivers’ wool and tabac had not been difficult. But rebellion unchecked, even rebellion in a part of her realm that she ruled only on a map, could spread like wildfire, to places that were hers in fact. And Manetheren, destroyed in the Trolloc Wars, Manetheren of legend and story, still had a hold on some men’s minds. Besides, the Two Rivers was hers. If they had been left to go their own way for far too long, they were still a part of her realm.
“Has Lord Gaebril been informed?” Of course he had not. He would have come to her with the news, and suggestions on how to deal with it. His suggestions were always clearly right. Suggestions? Somehow, it seemed that she could remember him telling her what to do. That was impossible, of course.
“He has, my Queen.”  “He laughed. He said the Two Rivers seemed to throw up trouble, and he would have to do something about it one day. He said this minor annoyance would have to wait its turn behind more important matters.”
The book fell as she sprang to her feet, and she thought Tallanvor smiled in grim satisfaction as she swept by him. A serving woman told her where Gaebril was to be found, and she marched straight to the colonnaded court, with its marble fountain, the basin full of lily pads and fish . . . It was cooler there, and shaded a little.
Gaebril sat on the broad white coping of the fountain, lords and ladies gathered around him. She recognized fewer than half. Dark square-faced Jarid of House Sarand, and his shrewish honey-haired wife, Elenia. That simpering Arymilla of House Marne, melting brown eyes always so wide in feigned interest, and bony, goat-faced Nasin of House Caeren, who would tumble any woman he could corner despite his thin white hair. Naean of House Arawn, as usual with a sneer marring her pale beauty, and Lir of House Baryn, a whip of a man, wearing a sword of all things, and Karind of House Anshar, with the same flat-eyed stare that some said had put three husbands under the ground. The others she did not know at all, which was strange enough, but these she never allowed into the Palace except on state occasions. Every one had opposed her during the Succession. Elenia and Naean had wanted the Lion Throne for themselves. What could Gaebril be thinking to actually bring them here?
“ . . . the size of our estates in Cairhien, my Lord,” Arymilla was saying, leaning over Gaebril, as Morgase approached. None of them more than glanced at her. As if she were a servant with the wine!
“I want to speak with you concerning the Two Rivers Gaebril. In private.”
“It has been dealt with, my dear,” he said idly, dabbling his fingers in the water. “Other matters concern me now. I thought you were going to read during the heat of the day. You should return to your room until the evening’s coolness, such as it is.”
My dear.  As much as she thrilled to hear that on his lips when they were alone . . . Elenia was hiding her mouth. “I think not, Lord Gaebril,” Morgase said coldly. “You will come with me now. And these others will be out of the Palace before I return, or I will exile them from Caemlyn completely.”
Suddenly he was on his feet, a big man, towering over her. She seemed unable to look at anything but his dark eyes; her skin tingled as if an icy wind were blowing through the courtyard. “You will go and wait for me, Morgase.” His voice was a distant roar filling her ears. “I have dealt with all that needs dealing with. I will come to you this evening. You will go now. You will go.”
She had one hand lifted to open the door of her sitting room before she realized where she was. And what had happened. He had told her to go, and she had gone. Staring at the door in horror, she could see the smirks on the men’s faces, open laughter on some of the women’s. What has happened to me? How could I become so besotted with any man? She still felt the urge to enter, and wait for him.
Dazed, she forced herself to turn and walk away. It was an effort. Inside, she cringed at the idea of Gaebril’s disappointment in her when he did not find her where he expected, and cringed further at recognizing the fawning thought.
At, first she had no notion of where she was going or why, only that she would not wait obediently, not for Gaebril, not for any man or woman in the world. The fountained courtyard kept repeating in her head, him telling her to go, and those hateful, amused faces watching. Her mind still seemed fogged. She could not comprehend how or why she could have let it happen. She had to think of something that she could understand, something she could deal with. Jarid Sarand and the others.
When she assumed the throne she had pardoned them for everything they had done during the Succession, as she had pardoned everyone who opposed her. It had seemed best to bury all animosities before they could fester into the sort of plotting and scheming that infected so many lands. The Game of Houses it was called—Daes Dae’mar—or the Great Game, and it led to endless, tangled feuds between Houses, to the toppling of rulers; the Game was at the heart of the civil war in Cairhien, and no doubt had done its part in the turmoil enveloping Arad Doman and Tarabon. The pardons had had to go to all to stop Daes Dae’mar being born in Andor, but could she have left any unsigned, they would have been the parchments with those seven’s names.
Gaebril knew that. Publicly she had shown no disfavor, but in private she had been willing to speak of her distrust. They had had to pry their jaws open to swear fealty, and she could hear the lie on their tongues. Any one would leap at a chance to pull her down, and all seven together . . .
There was only one conclusion she could reach. Gaebril must be plotting against her. It could not be to put Elenia or Naean on the throne. Not when he has me already, she thought bitterly, behaving like his lapdog. He must mean to supplant her himself. To become the first king that Andor had ever had. And she still felt the desire to return to her book and wait for him. She still ached for his touch.
It was not until she saw the aged faces in the hallway around her, the creased cheeks and often bent backs, that she became aware of where she was. The Pensioners’ Quarters. Some servants returned to their families when they grew old, but others had been so long in the Palace that they could think of no other life. Here they had their own small apartments, their own shaded garden and a spacious courtyard. Like every queen before her, she supplemented their pensions by letting them buy food through the Palace kitchens for less than its cost, and the infirmary treated their ills.  She acknowledged them absently. She knew where she was going now.
Lini’s door was like all the others along the green-tiled corridor, unadorned save for a carving of the rearing Lion Of Andor. She never thought of knocking before entering; she was the Queen, and this was her Palace. Her old nurse was not there, though a teakettle steaming over a small fire in the brick fireplace said she would not be long.
The two snug rooms were neatly furnished, the bed made to perfection, the two chairs precisely aligned at the table, where a blue vase in the exact center held a small fan of greenery. Lini had always been a great one for neatness. Morgase was willing to wager that within the wardrobe in the bedchamber every dress was arranged just so with every other, and the same for pots in the cupboard beside the fireplace in the other room.
Six painted ivory miniatures in small wooden stands made a line on the mantelpiece. How Lini could have afforded them on a nurse’s stipend was more than Morgase had ever been able to imagine; she could not ask such a question, of course. In pairs, they showed three young women and the same three as babes. Elayne was there, and herself. Taking down the portrait of herself at fourteen, a slender filly of a girl, she could not believe that she had ever looked so innocent. She had worn that ivory silk dress the day she had gone to the White Tower, never dreaming at the time that she would be Queen, only harboring the vain hope that she might become Aes Sedai.
Absentmindedly she thumbed the Great Serpent ring on her left hand. She had not earned that, precisely; women who could not channel were not awarded the ring. But short of her sixteenth nameday she had returned to contest the Rose Crown in the name of House Trakand, and when she won the throne nearly two years later, the ring had been presented to her. By tradition, the Daughter-Heir of Andor always trained in the Tower, and in recognition of Andor’s long support of the Tower was given the ring whether or not she could channel. She had only been the heir to House Trakand in the Tower, but they gave it to her anyway once the Rose Crown was on her head.
Replacing her own portrait, she took down her mother’s, taken at perhaps two years older. Lini had been nurse to three generations of Trakand women. Maighdin Trakand had been beautiful. Morgase could remember that smile, when it had become a mother’s loving beam. It was Maighdin who should have had the Lion Throne. But a fever had carried her away, and a young girl had found herself High Seat of House Trakand, in the middle of a struggle for the throne with no more support in the beginning than her House retainers and the House bard. I won the Lion Throne. I will not give it up, and I will not see a man take it. For a thousand years a queen has ruled Andor, and I will not let that end now!
“Meddling in my things again, are you, child?”
That voice triggered long-forgotten reflexes. Morgase had the miniature hidden behind her back before she knew it. With a rueful shake of her head she put the portrait back on its stand. “I am not a girl in the nursery any longer, Lini. You must remember that, or one day you will say something where I must do something about it.”
“My neck is scrawny and old,” Lini said, setting a net bag of carrots and turnips on the table.  “If you want to give it to hangman or headsman, I am almost done with it anyway. ‘A gnarled old branch dulls the blade that severs a sapling.’ ”
Morgase sighed. Lini would never change. She would not curtsy if the entire court were watching. “You do grow tougher as you grow older. I am not certain a headsman could find an axe sharp enough for your neck.”
“You’ve not been to see me in some time, so I suppose there’s something you need to work out in your mind. When you were in the nursery—and later—you always used to come to me when you couldn’t work matters out. Shall I make a pot of tea?”
“Some time, Lini? I visit you every week, and a wonder I do, given how you speak to me. I would exile the highest lady in Andor if she said half what you do.”
Lini gave her a level look. “You have not darkened my doorway since the spring. And I talk as I always have; I’m too old to change now.  She did visit Lini every week. She could remember . . . She could not remember. Gaebril had filled her hours so completely that sometimes it was hard to remember anything other than him. “No, I do not want tea. I do not know why I came. You cannot help me with the problem I have.”
Her old nurse snorted, though somehow she made it a delicate sound. “Your trouble is with Gaebril, isn’t it? Only now you’re ashamed to tell me.  You have never been too shamed to discuss anything with me, and now is no time to begin.”
“Gaebril?” Morgase’s eyes widened. “You know? But how?”
“Oh, child,” Lini said sadly, “everyone knows, though no one’s had the courage to tell you. I might have, if you hadn’t stayed away, but it is hardly something I could go running to you with, now is it? It is the kind of thing a woman won’t believe until she finds out for herself.”
“What are you talking about?” Morgase demanded. “It was your duty to come to me if you knew, Lini. It was everyone’s duty! Light, I am the last to know, and now it may be too late to stop it!”
“Too late?” Lini said incredulously. “Why should it be too late? You bundle Gaebril out of the Palace, out of Andor, and Alteima and the others with him, and it is done with. Too late, indeed.”
For a moment Morgase could not speak. “Alteima,” she said finally, “and . . . the others?”
Lini stared at her, then shook her head in disgust. “I am an old fool; my wits are dry-rooted. Well, you know now. ‘When the honey’s out of the comb, there’s no putting it back.’ ” Her voice became gentler and at the same time brisk, the voice she had used for telling Morgase that her pony had broken a leg and had to be put down.  He spreads himself thin with the other six. Five have rooms in the Palace. One, a big-eyed young thing, he sneaks in and out for some reason all swathed in a cloak, even in this heat. Perhaps she has a husband. I’m sorry, girl, but truth is truth. ‘Better to face the bear than run from it.’ ”
Morgase’s knees sagged, and if Lini had not hurriedly pulled a chair from the table to shove under her, she would have sat down on the floor. Alteima. Him watching the two of them as they gossiped took on a new image, now. A man fondly watching two of his pet cats at play. And six others! Rage boiled up in her, a rage that had been lacking when she only thought he was after her throne. That she had considered coldly, clearly; as clearly as she could consider anything recently. That was a danger that had to be looked at with cold reason. But this! The man had ensconced his jades in her palace. He had made her just another of his trulls. She wanted his head. She wanted him flayed alive. The Light help her, she wanted his touch. I must be going mad!
“That will be solved along with everything else,” she said coldly. Much depended on who was in Caemlyn, and who on their country estates. “Where is Lord Pelivar? Lord Abelle? Lady Arathelle?” They led strong Houses, and many retainers.
“Exiled,” Lini said slowly, giving her an odd look. “You exiled them from the city last spring.”
Morgase stared back. She remembered none of that. Except that now, dim and distant, she did. “Lady Ellorien?” she said slowly. “Lady Aemlyn, and Lord Luan?” More strong Houses. More Houses that had been behind her before she gained the throne.
“Exiled,” Lini replied just as slowly. “You had Ellorien flogged for demanding to know why.” She bent to brush Morgase’s hair back, gnarled fingers lingering on her cheek as they had when she checked for fever. “Are you well, girl?”
Morgase nodded dully, but it was because she was remembering, in a shadowy way. Ellorien, screaming in outrage as her gown was ripped down the back. House Traemane had been the very first to throw its support to Trakand, brought by a plumply pretty woman only a few years older than Morgase. Brought by Ellorien, now one of her closest friends. At least, she had been. Elayne had been named after Ellorien’s grandmother. Vaguely she could recall others leaving the city; distancing themselves from her, it seemed obvious now. And those who remained? Houses too weak to be of any use, or else sycophants. She seemed to recall signing numerous documents Gaebril had laid in front of her, creating new titles. Gaebril’s toad-eaters and her enemies; they were all she could count on being strong in Caemlyn.
“I do not care what you say,” Lini said firmly. “You have no fever, but there’s something wrong. You need an Aes Sedai Healer is what you need.”
“No Aes Sedai.” Morgase’s voice was even harder. She fingered her ring again, briefly. She knew that her animosity toward the Tower had grown recently beyond what some might say was reasonable, yet she could no longer make herself trust a White Tower that seemed to be trying to hide her daughter from her. Her letter to the new Amyrlin demanding Elayne’s return—no one demanded anything of an Amyrlin Seat, but she had—that letter was yet unanswered. It had barely had time to reach Tar Valon. In any case, she knew for cold fact that she would not have an Aes Sedai near her. And yet, right alongside that, she could not think of Elayne without a swell of pride. Raised Accepted after so short a time. Elayne might well be the first woman to sit on the throne of Andor as full Aes Sedai, not just Tower trained. It made no sense that she could feel both things at once, but very little made any sense just now. And her daughter would never have the Lion Throne if Morgase did not secure it for her.
“I said no Aes Sedai, Lini, so you might as well stop looking at me like that. This is one time you will not make me take bad-tasting medicine. Besides which, I doubt there is an Aes Sedai of any stripe to be found in Caemlyn.” Her old supporters gone, exiled by her own signature, and maybe her enemies for good over what she had done to Ellorien. New lords and ladies in their places in the Palace. New faces in the Guards. What loyalty remained there? “Would you recognize a Guardsman Lieutenant named Tallanvor, Lini?” At the other woman’s quick nod, she went on. “Find him for me, and bring him here. But do not let him know you are bringing him to me. In fact, tell everyone in the Pensioners’ Quarters that, should anyone ask, I am not here.”
“There is more to this than Gaebril and his women, isn’t there?”
“Just go, Lini. And hurry. There is not much time.” By the shadows she could see in the tree-filled garden through the window, the sun had passed its height. Evening would be there all too soon. Evening, when Gaebril would be looking for her.
When Lini left, Morgase remained in the chair, sitting rigidly. She dared not stand; her knees were stronger now, but she feared that if she began moving she would not stop until she was back in her sitting room, waiting for Gaebril. The urge was that strong, especially now that she was alone. And once he looked at her, once he touched her, she had no doubt that she would forgive him everything. Forget everything, maybe, based on how fuzzy and incomplete her memories were. Had she not known better, she could have thought that he had used the One Power on her in some way, but no man who could channel survived to his age.
Lini had often told her that there was always one man in the world for whom a woman would find herself behaving a brainless fool, but she had never believed that she could succumb. Still, her choices in men had never been good, however right they seemed at the time.
Taringail Damodred she had wed for political reasons. He had been married to Tigraine, the Daughter-Heir whose disappearance had set off the Succession when Mordrellein died. Marrying him had made a link with the old queen, smoothing the doubts of most of her opponents, and more importantly, had maintained the alliance that had ended the ceaseless wars with Cairhien. In such ways did queens choose their husbands. Taringail had been a cold, distant man, and there was never love, despite two wonderful children; it had been almost a relief when he died in a hunting accident.
Thomdril Merrilin, House bard and then Court-bard, had been a joy at first, intelligent and witty, a laughing man who used the tricks of the Game of Houses to aid her to the throne and help strengthen Andor once she had it. He had been twice her age then, yet she might have married him—marriages with commoners were not unheard of in Andor—but he vanished without a word, and her temper got the better of her. She never had learned why he had gone, but it did not matter. When he finally returned she would surely have rescinded the arrest order, but for once instead of softly turning her anger aside he had met her harsh word for harsh word, saying things she could never forgive. Her ears still burned to remember being called a spoiled child and a puppet of Tar Valon. He had actually shaken her, his queen!
 He was well out of her life. It seemed years since she had seen him instead of little more than half of one.
And finally Gaebril. The crown to her list of bad choices. At least the others had not tried to supplant her.
Not so many men for one woman’s life, but in another way, too many. Another thing that Lini sometimes said was that men were only good for three things, though very good for those. She had been on the throne before Lini had thought her old enough to tell what the three things were. Perhaps if I’d kept just to the dancing, she thought wryly, I’d not have so much trouble with them.
The shadows in the garden beyond the window had shifted an hour’s worth before Lini returned with young Tallanvor, who went to one knee while she was still shutting the door. “He didn’t want to come with me at first,” she said. “Fifty years ago I suppose I could have shown what you are displaying to the world, and he’d have followed quick enough, but now I must needs use sweet reason.”
Tallanvor turned his head to look up at her sourly. “You threatened to harry me here with a stick if I did not come.  Her stern sniff did not faze him. His acrid gaze turned angry as it shifted to Morgase. “I see your meeting with Gaebril did not go well, my Queen. I had hoped for . . . more.”
He was looking straight at her eyes, but Lini’s comment had made her aware of her dress again. She felt as though glowing arrows were pointing to her exposed bosom. It was an effort to keep her hands calmly in her lap.  And loyal, I believe, else you would not have come to me with the news of the Two Rivers.”
“I am not a boy,” he snapped, jerking upright where he knelt. “I am a man who has sworn his life in service to his queen.”
She let her temper flare right back at him.  Stand, and answer your queen’s questions truthfully. And remember that I am your queen, young Tallanvor. Whatever you think may have happened, I am Queen of Andor.”
“Forgive me, my Queen. I hear and obey.” The words were properly said, if not exactly contrite, but he stood, head high, staring at her as defiantly as ever. Light, the man was as stubborn as Gareth Bryne had ever been.
“How many loyal men are there among the Guards in the Palace? How many will obey their oaths and follow me?”
“I will,” he said quietly, and suddenly all of his anger was gone, though he still stared intently at her face. “For the rest . . . If you wish to find loyal men, you must look to the outlying garrisons, perhaps as far as Whitebridge. Some who were in Caemlyn were sent to Cairhien with the levies, but the rest in the city are Gaebril’s to a man. Their new . . . Their new oath is to throne and law, not the Queen.”
It was worse than she had hoped for, but no more than she had expected, really.  “Then I must go elsewhere to begin reestablishing my rule.” The Houses would be difficult to rally after the exiles, after Ellorien, but it had to be done. “Gaebril may try to stop me leaving the Palace”—she found a faint memory of trying to leave, twice, and being halted by Gaebril—“so you will procure two horses and wait in the street behind the south stables. I will meet you there, dressed for riding.”
“Too public,” he said. “And too close. Gaebril’s men might recognize you, however you disguised yourself. I know a man . . . Could you find an inn called The Queen’s Blessing, in the western part of the New City?” The New City was new only in comparison with the Inner City it surrounded.
“I can.” She did not like being opposed, even when it made sense. Bryne had done that, too. It would be a pleasure to show this young man just how well she could disguise herself. It was her habit once a year, though she realized that she had not done it so far this year, to dress as a commoner and walk the streets to feel the pulse of the people. No one had ever recognized her. “But can this man be trusted, young Tallanvor?”
“Basel Gill is as loyal to you as I am myself.” He hesitated, anguish crossing his face then being replaced by anger once more. “Why have you waited so long? You must have known, you must have seen, yet you have waited while Gaebril tightened his hands around Andor’s neck. Why have you waited?”
So. His anger was honestly come by, and it deserved an honest answer. Only she had no answer, certainly not one she could tell him. “It is not your place to question your Queen, young man,” she said with a gentle firmness. “A loyal man, as I know that you are loyal, serves without question.”
He let out a long breath. “I will await you in the stable of The Queen’s Blessing, my Queen.” And with a bow suitable for a state audience, he was gone.
“Why do you keep calling him young?” Lini demanded once the door closed. “It puts his back up. ‘A fool puts a burr under the saddle before she rides.’ ”
“He is young, Lini. Young enough to be my son.”
Lini snorted, and this time there was nothing delicate about it. “He has a few years on Galad, and Galad is too old to be yours. You were playing with dolls when Tallanvor was born, and thinking babes came the same way as dolls.”
Sighing, Morgase wondered if the woman had treated her mother like this. Probably. And if Lini lived long enough to see Elayne on the throne—which somehow she did not doubt, Lini would last forever—she would probably treat Elayne no differently. That was assuming that a throne remained for Elayne to inherit. “The question is, is he as loyal as he seems, Lini? One faithful Guardsman, when every other loyal man in the Palace has been sent away. Suddenly it seems too good to be true.”
“He swore the new oath.” Morgase opened her mouth, but Lini forestalled her. “I saw him afterwards, alone behind the stables. That’s how I knew who you meant; I found out his name. He did not see me. He was on his knees, tears streaming down his face. He alternated apologizing to you and repeating the old oath. Not just to ‘the Queen of Andor,’ but to ‘Queen Morgase of Andor.’ He swore in the old way, on his sword, slicing his arm to show he would shed his last drop before breaking it. I know a thing or two of men, girl. That one will follow you against an army with nothing but his bare hands.”
That was good to know. If she could not trust him, she would have to doubt Lini next. No, never Lini. He had sworn in the old way? That was something for stories, now. And she was letting her thoughts drift again. Surely Gaebril’s clouding of her mind was finished now, with all she knew. Then why did a part of her still want to go back to her sitting room and wait? She had to concentrate. “I will need a simple dress, Lini. One that does not fit too well. A little soot from the fireplace, and . . . ”
Lini insisted on coming, too. Morgase would have had to tie her to a chair to leave her behind, and she was not certain that the old woman would have let herself be tied; she had always seemed frail, and had always been far stronger than she seemed.
When they slipped out through a small side gate, Morgase did not look very much like herself. A bit of soot had darkened her red-gold hair, taken its sheen away and made it lank. Sweat rolling down her face helped, as well. No one believed that queens sweated. A shapeless dress of rough—very rough—gray wool, with divided skirts, completed her disguise. Even her shift and stockings were coarse wool. She looked a farm woman who had ridden the cart horse to market and now wanted to see a little of the city. Lini looked herself, straight-backed and no-nonsense, in a green woolen riding dress, well cut but ten years out of fashion.
Wishing she could scratch, Morgase also wished that the other woman had not taken her so to heart about the dress not fitting very well. Stuffing the low-necked gown away under the bed, her old nurse had muttered some saying about displaying wares you did not mean to sell, and when Morgase claimed she had just made it up, her reply was At my age, if I make it up, it’s still an old saying. Morgase more than half-suspected that her itchy, ill-draped dress was punishment for that gown.
The Inner City was built on hills, streets following the natural curve of the land and planned to give sudden views of parks full of trees and monuments, or tile-covered towers glittering a hundred colors in the sun. Sudden rises hurled the eye across Caemlyn entire, to the rolling plains and forests beyond. Morgase saw none of it as she hurried through the crowds thronging the streets. Usually she would have tried to listen to the people, to gauge their mood. This time she heard only the hum and babble of a great city. She had no thought of trying to rouse them. Thousands of men armed mainly with stones and rage could overwhelm the Guards in the Royal Palace, but if she had not known it before, the riots in the spring that had brought Gaebril to her attention, and the near riots the year before, had shown what mobs could do. She meant to rule again in Caemlyn, not see it burned.
Beyond the white walls of the Inner City, the New City had its own beauties. Tall slender towers, and domes gleaming white and gold, huge expanses of red-tiled roofs, and the great, towered outer walls, pale gray streaked with silver and white. Broad boulevards, split down the middle by wide expanses of trees and grass, were jammed with people and carriages and wagons. Except to notice in passing that the grass was dying for lack of rain, Morgase kept her mind on what she was hunting.
From the experience of her annual forays, she chose the people she questioned carefully. Men, mostly. She knew how she looked, even with soot in her hair, and some women would give wrong directions from jealousy. Men, on the other hand, racked their brains to be right, to impress her.  The first were often offended at being approached, as though they were not afoot themselves, and the others were likely to think a woman asking directions had something else on her mind.
 Whatever mess she’s made of us, she’s a pretty one.”
 “You save your flattery for your wife. The second turn to the left, you say? I thank you. And for the compliment, too.”
As she pushed on through the crowd, a frown settled on her face. She had heard too much of that. Not that she looked like the Queen, but that Morgase had made a mess of things. Gaebril had raised taxes heavily to pay for his levies, it seemed, but she took the blame, and rightly so. The responsibility was the Queen’s. Other laws had come out of the Palace, as well, laws that made little sense, but did make people’s lives more difficult. She heard whispers about herself, that maybe Andor had had queens long enough. Only murmurs, but what one man dared speak in a low voice, ten thought. Perhaps it would not have been as easy as she had thought to rouse mobs against Gaebril.
Eventually she found her goal, a broad stone inn, the sign over the door bearing a man kneeling before a golden-haired woman in the Rose Crown, one of her hands on his head. The Queen’s Blessing. If it was meant to be her, it was not a good likeness. The cheeks were too fat.
Not until she stopped in front of the inn did she realize that Lini was puffing. She had set a quick pace, and the woman was far from young. “Lini, I am sorry. I should not have walked so—”
“If I can’t keep up with you, girl, how will I be able to tend Elayne’s babes? Do you mean to stand there? ‘Dragging feet never finish a journey.’ He said he would be in the stable.”
The white-haired woman stalked off, muttering to herself, and Morgase followed her around the inn. Before stepping into the stone stable, she shaded her eyes to look at the sun. No more than two hours until dusk; Gaebril would be looking by then, if he was not already.
Tallanvor was not alone in the stall-lined stable. When he went to one knee on the straw-covered floor, in a green wool coat with his sword belted over it, two men and a woman knelt with him, if a bit hesitantly, unsure of her as she was. The stout man, pink-faced and balding, must be Basel Gill, the innkeeper. An old leather jerkin, studded with steel discs, strained around his girth, and he wore a sword at his hip, too.
“My Queen,” Gill said, “I’ve not carried a sword in years—not since the Aiel War—but I’d count it an honor if you allowed me to follow you.” He should have looked ridiculous, but he did not.
Morgase studied the other two, a hulking fellow in a rough gray coat, with heavy-lidded eyes, an oft-broken nose, and scars on his face, and a short, pretty woman approaching her middle years. She seemed to be with the street tough, but her high-necked blue wool dress appeared too finely woven for one like him to have bought.
The fellow sensed her doubts, for all his lazy-eyed appearance. “I am Lamgwin, my Queen, and a good Queen’s man. ’Tisn’t right, what’s been done, and it has to be put straight. I want to follow you, too. Me and Breane, both.”
“Rise,” she told them. “It may be some days yet before it is safe for you to acknowledge me as your queen. I will be glad of your company, Master Gill. And yours, Master Lamgwin, but it will be safer for your woman if she remains in Caemlyn. There are hard days ahead.”
Brushing straw from her skirts, Breane gave her a sharp look, and Lini a sharper. “I have known hard days,” she said in a Cairhienin accent. Nobly born, unless Morgase missed her guess; one of the refugees. “And I never knew a good man until I found Lamgwin. Or until he found me. The loyalty and love he bears for you, I bear for him tenfold. He follows you, but I follow him. I will not stay behind.”
Morgase drew breath, then nodded her acceptance. The woman seemed to take it for granted in any case. A fine seed for the army to retake her throne: One young soldier who scowled at her as often as not, a balding innkeeper who looked as if he had not been on a horse in twenty years, a street tough who appeared more than half-asleep, and a refugee Cairhienin noblewoman who had made it clear that her loyalties went only as far as the tough. And Lini, of course. Lini, who treated her as though she were still in the nursery. Oh, yes, a very fine seed.
“Where do we go, my Queen?” Gill asked as he began leading already saddled horses out of their stalls. Lamgwin moved with surprising speed to throw another high-cantled saddle on a horse for Lini.
Morgase realized that she had not considered that. Light, Gaebril can’t still be fogging my mind. She still felt that urge to return to her sitting room, though. It was not he. She had had to concentrate on getting out of the Palace and reaching here. Once she would have gone to Ellorien first, but Pelivar or Arathelle would do. Once she had reasoned out how to explain away their exiles.
Before she could open her mouth, Tallanvor said, “It must be to Gareth Bryne. There is hard feeling against you among the great Houses, my Queen, but with Bryne following you, they will re-swear allegiance, if only because they know he will win every battle.”
 Bryne was a traitor. But he was also one of the finest generals alive. His presence would be a convincing argument when she had to make Pelivar and the rest forget that she had exiled them. Very well. No doubt he would leap at the chance to be Captain-General of the Queen’s Guards once more. And if not, she would manage well enough without him.
When the sun touched the horizon, they were five miles out of Caemlyn and riding hard for Kore Springs.
Night was when Padan Fain felt most comfortable. As he padded through the tapestry-bedecked corridors of the White Tower, it seemed as though the darkness outside made a cloak to hide him from his enemies, despite the stand-lamps, gilded and mirrored, burning along his way. A false feeling, he knew; his enemies were many and everywhere. Right that moment, as in every waking hour, he could feel Rand al’Thor. Not where he was, but that he was still alive, somewhere. Still alive. It was a gift received at Shayol Ghul, in the Pit of Doom, that awareness of al’Thor.
His mind skittered away from memories of what had been done to him in the Pit. He had been distilled there, remade. But later, in Aridhol, he had been reborn. Reborn to smite old enemies and new.
He could feel something else as he stalked the empty night hallways of the Tower, a thing that was his, stolen from him. A sharper desire drew him at this moment than his longing for al’Thor’s death, or the Tower’s destruction, or even revenge against his ancient foe. A hunger to be whole.
The heavy paneled door had thick hinges and iron straps, and a black iron lock set in it as big as his head. Few doors in the Tower were ever locked—who would dare steal in the midst of Aes Sedai?—yet some things the Tower accounted too dangerous to be easily accessible. The most dangerous of all they kept behind this door, guarded by a stout lock.
Giggling softly, he took two thin, curved metal rods from his coat pocket, inserted them into the keyhole, probing and pressing, twisting. With a slow snap, the bolt came back. For a moment he sagged against the door, laughing hoarsely. Guarded by a stout lock. Surrounded by Aes Sedai power, and guarded by simple metal. Even the servants and novices should be done with their chores at this hour, but someone still might be awake, might just wander by.
He held the candle high as he closed the door behind him, peering around. Shelves lined the walls, holding plain boxes and inlaid chests of various sizes and shapes, small figures in bone or ivory or darker material, things of metal and glass and crystal that sparkled in the candlelight. Nothing that appeared dangerous. Dust covered everything; even the Aes Sedai came here seldom, and they allowed no one else in. What he was seeking pulled him to it.
On a waist-high shelf stood a dark metal box. He opened it, revealing lead walls two inches thick, with just enough space inside for a curved dagger in a golden sheath, a large ruby set in its hilt. Neither the gold nor the ruby, glittering dark as blood, interested him. Hastily he spilled a little wax to hold the candle beside the box and snatched up the dagger.
He sighed as soon as he touched it, stretched languorously. He was whole again, one with what had bound him so long ago, one with what in a very real way had given him life.
Iron hinges creaked faintly, and he darted for the door, baring the curved blade. The pale young woman opening the door had only time to gape, to try to leap back, before he slashed her cheek; in the same motion he dropped the sheath and seized her arm, jerked her past him into the storeroom.  Still empty.
He took his time about pulling his head back and shutting the door again. He knew what he would find.
The young woman lay thrashing on the stone floor, trying and failing to scream. Her hands clawed at a face already black and bloated beyond recognition, the dark swelling oozing down onto her shoulders like thick oil. Her snowy skirts, banded in colors at the hem, flailed as her feet scrabbled uselessly. He licked at a splash of blood on his hand and giggled as he picked up the sheath.

He spun, dagger reaching, but the air around him seemed to turn solid, encasing him from his neck to the sole of his boots.  There had been no creak this time. The soft scraping of the dying girl’s slippers on the floorstones could never have masked it. He blinked away sweat that was suddenly stinging his eyes.
“Did you really think,” the Aes Sedai went on, “that there would be no guard on this room, no watch kept? A ward was set on that lock. That young fool’s task tonight was to monitor it. Had she done as she was supposed to, you would find a dozen Warders and as many Aes Sedai outside this door now. She is paying the price of her stupidity.”
The thrashing behind him stilled, and his eyes narrowed. Alviarin was not Yellow Ajah, but even so she could have made an attempt to Heal the young woman. And she had not raised the alarm the Accepted should have, either, or she would not now be here alone. “You are Black Ajah,” he whispered.
“A dangerous accusation,” she said calmly. It was not clear to which of them it was dangerous. “Siuan Sanche tried to claim the Black Ajah was real when she was under the question. She begged to tell us of them. Elaida would not hear it, and will not. Tales of the Black Ajah are a vile slander against the Tower.”
“You are Black Ajah,” he said in a louder voice.
“You want to steal that?” She sounded as though he had not spoken. “The ruby is not worth it, Fain. Or whatever your name is. That blade is tainted so none but a fool would touch it except with tongs, or be near it for a moment longer than necessary. You can see what it did to Verine. So why did you come here and go straight to what you should not have known was here? You cannot have had time for any search.”
“I could dispose of Elaida for you. One touch of this, and even Healing will not save her.” He tried to gesture with the dagger, but could not budge it a hair, if he could have moved it, Alviarin would be dead by now. “You could be first in the Tower, not second.”
She laughed at him, cool contemptuous chimes. “Do you think I would not be first if I had wished it? Second suits me. Let Elaida claim credit for what she calls successes, and sweat for her failures, too. I know where the power lies. Now, answer my questions, or two corpses will be found here in the morning instead of one.”
There would be two in any case, whether he answered her with suitable lies or not; she did not mean to let him live. “I have seen Thakan’dar.” Saying that hurt; the memories it brought were agony. He refused to whimper, forced the words out. “The great sea of fog, rolling and crashing in silence against the black cliffs, the fires of the forges glowing red beneath, and lightning stabbing up into a sky fit to drive men mad.” He did not want to go on, but he made himself. “I have taken the path down to the belly of Shayol Ghul, down the long way with stones like fangs brushing my head, to the shore of a lake of fire and molten rock—” No, not again! “—that holds the Great Lord of the Dark in its endless depths. The heavens above Shayol Ghul are black at noon with his breath.”
 Not fearful, but impressed. “I have heard of . . . ” she began softly, then shook herself and stared at him piercingly. “Who are you? Why are you here? Did one of the For—the Chosen send you? Why was I not informed?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Are the tasks given to the likes of me for the likes of you to be knowing?” The accents of his native Lugard were strong again; in a way it was his native city. “Do the Chosen confide everything in you, then?” Something inside seemed to shout that this was not the way, but he hated Aes Sedai, and that something inside him did, too. “Be careful, pretty little Aes Sedai, or they’ll be giving you to a Myrddraal for its sport.”
Her glare was icicles stabbing his eyes. “We shall see, Master Fain. I will clear away this mess you have made, and then we shall see which of us stands higher with the Chosen.” Eyeing the dagger, she backed from the room. The air around him did not soften until she had been gone a full minute.
Silently he snarled at himself. Fool. Playing the Aes Sedai’s game, groveling for them; then one moment of anger to ruin all. Sheathing the dagger, he nicked himself, and licked the wound before sticking the weapon under his coat. He was not at all what she thought. He had been a Darkfriend once, but he was beyond that, now. Beyond it, above it. Something different. Something more. If she managed to communicate with one of the Forsaken before he could dispose of her . . . Better not to try. No time to find the Horn of Valere now. There were followers awaiting him outside the city. They should still be waiting. He had put fear into them. He hoped some of the humans were still alive.
Before the sun rose he was out of the Tower, off the island of Tar Valon. al’Thor was out there, somewhere. And he was whole again.


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An Iterator that can traverse multiple iterators down an object graph.
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public Object transform(Object input) { if (input instanceof Forest) { return ((Forest) input).treeIterator(); } if (input instanceof Tree) { return ((Tree) input).branchIterator(); } if (input instanceof Branch) { return ((Branch) input).leafIterator(); } if (input instanceof Leaf) { return input; } throw new ClassCastException(); }
Internally, iteration starts from the root object. When next is called, the transformer is called to examine the object. The transformer will return either an iterator or an object. If the object is an Iterator, the next element from that iterator is obtained and the process repeats. If the element is an object it is returned.
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protected java.lang.Object |
currentValue
The current value |
protected boolean |
hasNext
Whether there is another element in the iteration |
protected java.util.Iterator |
lastUsedIterator
The last used iterator, needed for remove() |
protected java.lang.Object |
root
The root object in the tree |
protected ArrayStack |
stack
The stack of iterators |
protected Transformer |
transformer
The transformer to use |
| Constructor Summary | |
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ObjectGraphIterator(java.util.Iterator rootIterator)
Constructs a ObjectGraphIterator that will handle an iterator of iterators. |
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ObjectGraphIterator(java.lang.Object root,
Transformer transformer)
Constructs an ObjectGraphIterator using a root object and transformer. |
| Method Summary | |
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protected void |
findNext(java.lang.Object value)
Finds the next object in the iteration given any start object. |
protected void |
findNextByIterator(java.util.Iterator iterator)
Finds the next object in the iteration given an iterator. |
boolean |
hasNext()
Checks whether there are any more elements in the iteration to obtain. |
java.lang.Object |
next()
Gets the next element of the iteration. |
void |
remove()
Removes from the underlying collection the last element returned. |
protected void |
updateCurrentIterator()
Loops around the iterators to find the next value to return. |
| Methods inherited from class java.lang.Object |
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clone, equals, finalize, getClass, hashCode, notify, notifyAll, toString, wait, wait, wait |
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protected final ArrayStack stack
protected java.lang.Object root
protected Transformer transformer
protected boolean hasNext
protected java.util.Iterator currentIterator
protected java.lang.Object currentValue
protected java.util.Iterator lastUsedIterator
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public ObjectGraphIterator(java.lang.Object root, Transformer transformer)
The root object can be an iterator, in which case it will be immediately looped around.
root
- the root object, null will result in an empty iteratortransformer
- the transformer to use, null will use a no effect transformerpublic ObjectGraphIterator(java.util.Iterator rootIterator)
This constructor exists for convenience to emphasise that this class can be used to iterate over nested iterators. That is to say that the iterator passed in here contains other iterators, which may in turn contain further iterators.
rootIterator
- the root iterator, null will result in an empty iterator| Method Detail |
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protected void updateCurrentIterator()
protected void findNext(java.lang.Object value)
value
- the value to start fromprotected void findNextByIterator(java.util.Iterator iterator)
iterator
- the iterator to start frompublic boolean hasNext()
hasNext
in interface java.util.Iterator
public java.lang.Object next()
next
in interface java.util.Iterator
java.util.NoSuchElementException
- if all the Iterators are exhaustedpublic void remove()
This method calls remove() on the underlying Iterator and it may throw an UnsupportedOperationException if the underlying Iterator does not support this method.
remove
in interface java.util.Iterator
java.lang.UnsupportedOperationException
- if the remove operator is not supported by the underlying Iterator
java.lang.IllegalStateException
- if the next method has not yet been called, or the remove method has
already been called after the last call to the next method.
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Personal Website
This is the code for the website you are viewing right now. Like I said in the About page, it's mostly a learning exercise.
City Fresh - iOS App
This is an iOS Swift application I built as part of a three-man team at a software bootcamp. The app provides information on farmers markets in the New York City area. The user can then leave
comments about individual farmers' markets and save certain markets as favorites.
nextGen Grammar - React / Rails
Code
This is another coding bootcamp final project; this time invoving React and Rails. The purpose of the application is to create a app that teaches students English grammar with interactive
graphics.
The application also stores the results of the lessons and displays them to the teacher on an internal dashboard.
Team HNJ - Java Project
Code
This is a final group project built using Java and the IntelliJ IDE. We decided that we wanted to create a Java application that allowed users to order from a fast food restaurant. The
requirements
were to develop an
app that demonstrated knowledge of object-oriented programming and test-driven development. We went a bit beyond that by building a graphical user interface to accompany our project. To view the project, simply download the jar file from
the GitHub repository.
Movie Battle - React JS
Code
This is a code along project that served as an introduction to ReactJS. The code follows the introductory course once taught by Tyler McGinnis. The web application prompts users to select two
movies to battle against
one another. Once selected, the applicaiton queries the OMDB API for the respective movies' rankings. The movie with the higher ranking wins.
Assembly
Code
As part of a computer science course, I coded various labs and projects in the Assembly language, which is very different from modern software languages. My proudest achievement was coding up a
bubble sort in
Assembly.
JavaScript - Node, Mongo, Express
Code
For yet another group project, I completed the Udemy code-along project of Let's Travel. This tutorial involved creating a website using the Node.js environment, the Mongo DB database and the
Express server. It was honestly just as good as any coding boot camp that I have attended at a fraction of the price.


Prefilters
SapphireDb comes with several prefilters that are executed on server side. You can use them to filter, order or select your data.
The usage is very easy. Just use the extension methods on the collection.
In this small example only values that start with testValue
are queried.
{{ values$ | async | json }}
;\n\n
\tconstructor(private db: SapphireDbService) { }\n\n
\tngOnInit() {\n
\t\tthis.values$ = this.db.collection('entries')}\n
\t\t\t.where(['content', 'StartsWith', 'testValue'])\n
\t\t\t.values();\n
\t}\n
}
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Tab Completion for npm
. <(npm completion)
Enables tab-completion in all npm commands.
The synopsis above loads the completions into your current shell. Adding it to your ~/.bashrc or ~/.zshrc will make the completions available everywhere.
You may of course also pipe the output of npm completion to a file
such as /usr/local/etc/bash_completion.d/npm
if you have a system
that will read that file for you.
When COMP_CWORD
, COMP_LINE
, and COMP_POINT
are defined in the
environment, npm completion
acts in "plumbing mode", and outputs
completions based on the arguments.


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Version M.m of XSI contains two major enhancements. First, XSI now provides a mechanism which allows an embedded application to create multiple environments into which programs can be loaded. Second, an improved Windows 95/98/NT XSI interface is now available and the Macintosh XSI interface has been enhanced to support MacOS X. For a detailed listing of differences between the 6.x releases, refer to appendix B of the Basic Programming Guide and appendix C of the Advanced Programming Guide.


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This course is offered only at Carnegie Mellons campus in Qatar. This course covers the broad range of foundational skills that apply across all embedded computer system application areas, from thermostats to self-driving vehicles. The emphasis is at the layer where hardware meets software. Topics include microcontroller hardware, assembly language, embedded C programming, analog I/O, timers, code optimization, interrupts, and concurrency. Real world engineering practices, constraints, and example applications are integrated throughout the course. Weekly hands-on hardware and software experiences with an industry-strength automotive embedded controller are coordinated with the lecture content to reinforce core skills.


Three-vehicle crash slows morning commute from Saanich Peninsula
The Monday morning commute from the Saanich Peninsula was longer than usual thanks to a crash involving several vehicles.
Three vehicles were involved in the crash just after 8 a.m. in the southbound lane of the Patricia Bay Highway near Old East Road, north of Sayward Road.
The collision “resulted in extensive damage,” said Sgt. Julie Fast of the Saanich Police Department. “There were, however, no reports of injuries.”
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1. API Documentation¶
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biobeam.
focus_field_beam
(shape, units, lam=0.5, NA=0.6, n0=1.0, return_all_fields=False, n_integration_steps=200)¶ calculates the focus field for a perfect, aberration free optical system for x polzarized illumination via the vectorial debye diffraction integral (see [1]). The pupil function is given by numerical aperture(s) NA (that can be a list to model bessel beams, see further below)
Parameters: - shape (Nx,Ny,Nz) – the shape of the geometry
- units (dx,dy,dz) – the pixel sizes in microns
- lam (float) – the wavelength of light used in microns
- NA (float/list) – the numerical aperture(s) of the illumination objective that is either a single number (for gaussian beams) or an even length list of NAs (for bessel beams), e.g. NA = [0.5,0.55] lets light through the annulus 0.5<0.55 (making a bessel beam ) or NA = [0.1,0.2,0.5,0.6] lets light through the annulus 0.1<0.2 and 0.5<0.6 making a beating double bessel beam...
- n0 (float) – the refractive index of the medium
- return_all_fields (boolean) – if True, returns u,ex,ey,ez where ex/ey/ez are the complex field components
- n_integration_steps (int) – number of integration steps to perform
- return_field (boolean) – if True returns also the complex vectorial field components
Returns: - u (ndarray) – the intensity of the focus field
- (u,ex,ey,ez) (list(ndarray)) – the intensity of the focus field and the complex field components (if return_all_fields is True)
Example
>>> u, ex, ey, ez = focus_field_beam((128,128,128), (0.1,0.1,.1), lam=.5, NA = .4)
References
[1] Matthew R. Foreman, Peter Toeroek, Computational methods in vectorial imaging, Journal of Modern Optics, 2011, 58, 5-6, 339
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biobeam.
focus_field_beam_plane
(shape=(128, 128), units=(0.1, 0.1), z=0.0, lam=0.5, NA=0.6, n0=1.0, ex_g=None, n_integration_steps=200)¶ - calculates the complex 2d input field that at position -z that a for
- perfect, aberration free optical system would create at position -z
Parameters: - shape (Nx,Ny) – the 2d shape of the geometry
- units (dx,dy) – the pixel sizes in microns
- z (float) – defocus position in microns, such that the beam would focus at z e.g. an input field with z = 10. would hav its focus spot after 10 microns
- lam (float) – the wavelength of light used in microns
- NA (float/list) – the numerical aperture(s) of the illumination objective that is either a single number (for gaussian beams) or an even length list of NAs (for bessel beams), e.g. NA = [0.5,0.55] lets light through the annulus 0.5<0.55 (making a bessel beam ) or NA = [0.1,0.2,0.5,0.6] lets light through the annulus 0.1<0.2 and 0.5<0.6 making a beating double bessel beam...
- n0 (float) – the refractive index of the medium
- n_integration_steps (int) – number of integration steps to perform
- return_field (boolean) – if True returns also the complex vectorial field components
Returns: ex – the complex field
Return type: ndarray
See also
focus_field_beam()
- the 3d function


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This is my collection of the Daily UI challenges, where you are given a different UI element to create everyday for 100 days. Here is collection of the ones that I have finished so far.


[dscrdeql] <c2k> your article getting lots of claps!
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> thanks to you @c2k
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 08:26 PM
[dscrdeql] <! ariewayq ! The Real Human> nice idea
[dscrdeql] <! ariewayq ! The Real Human> hot coffe
[dscrdeql] <ghøst> cold beer is better
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 09:59 PM
[dscrdeql] <c2k> for sure better
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 10:12 PM
[dscrdeql] <ghøst> good night
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 10:22 PM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> good night there @ghøst
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 10:35 PM
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> @CrytoHunter around 50mm in circulation
GatewayBOT05-Sep-18 10:56 PM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> i'm off to work now.
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> chat on...the other side
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:40 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> I'm on the other side now
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:49 AM
[dscrdeql] <K00l1> good morning
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> Morning @K00l1
[dscrdeql] <K00l1> @Jellysmash hi
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:58 AM
[tlgrm] <Desi_Escobar> Looking for the reason why market dipped hard?
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GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 01:29 AM
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> Greetings good people.
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> Hey there
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash>
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 02:42 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> More coffee required
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 03:05 AM
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> You ever tried dare ice coffee?
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> the double espresso is awesome
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 04:02 AM
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> Sup
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 04:24 AM
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> Iced French vanilla is awesome
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 04:59 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> I like the dare iced coffee
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> Dont have it much, but it tastes soooooo good
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> I had one a week ago...so good
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> Then I looked at the ingredients label and thought better not have too many...but great taste
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> The amount of sugar is crazy. more than double a can of coke I think
[dscrdeql] <SwimedDragon> Good morning everyone
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> Morning!
[dscrdeql] <SwimedDragon> How's everyone doing this morning?
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> It’s midnight here
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> I’m reading up on a bunch of things
[dscrdeql] <SwimedDragon> Just woke up to this btc price
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GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 10:20 AM
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[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> BEER
[dscrdeql] <ghøst> beer - later
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 10:52 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> I'm watching the footy
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> Hawthorn Vs Richmond in the semi finals
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> looks like richmond will win
[dscrdeql] <walkerisduder> morning
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GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 11:12 AM
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> my uncle will be happy
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 11:24 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> richmond are way in front now at 3/4 time
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> be very hard for Hawthorn to catch up...being about 30 points behind
[dscrdeql] <Zach> This channel seems to be more off topic than the off topic channel haha
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> good, I'm at home now
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> watching the footy
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> last quarter
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> I normally don't support either team, but still a good game to watch
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> it's just a ploy...it'll lure you in to it's 'off topic-ness' then wammo......EQLI served up on a platter
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> I dont like the off topic channel because you cant have a conversations without rain interrupting
[dscrdeql] <c2k> agree, spam rain is annoying
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 11:47 AM
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> yea, that does happen sometimes...I'm also glad that people are spreading the love
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> so it's good, and it's good
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> sometimes you want to dive into the mosh pit and go for it, and other times chat over a beer or wine.
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:08 PM
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> I miss a good mosh pit. Used to at those soundwave festivals like the big day out festivals. RIP music festivals
[dscrdeql] <Combat Wom-mod> hello people hope you are all well
[dscrdeql] <AndronicusBass-Founder> Good and you combat?
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:25 PM
[dscrdeql] <Combat Wom-mod> yeah good bass
[dscrdeql] <Combat Wom-mod> finished work for the day
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 12:35 PM
[dscrdeql] <NWhiskeyTango> Am i to late for the cup of joe? GM all
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 01:01 PM
[dscrdeql] <x2maano> good evening alll
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> nice one
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> always happy to finish work
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> good evening @x2maano
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> hey there @NWhiskeyTango
[dscrdeql] <Jellysmash> going well @Combat Wom-mod
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 01:23 PM
[dscrdeql] <Max834> Hello!
[dscrdeql] <Max834> a good day to everyone!
[dscrdeql] <Max834> despite the red candles
[dscrdeql] <Max834>
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 01:37 PM
[dscrdeql] <Combat Wom-mod> yeah we are getting used to them right lol
[dscrdeql] <Combat Wom-mod> yay btc just jumped 50 bucks lol
[dscrdeql] <Max834> yes xD
GatewayBOT06-Sep-18 02:42 PM
[dscrdeql] <CowboyCrypto- Founder> Today begins FOOTBALL season!!!!


Pushpa Lal Shrestha (Nepali: पुष्पलाल श्रेष्ठ) was a Nepali politician. He was the founding general secretary of the Communist Party of Nepal as well as the party's leader.
Shrestha played a large role in the early years of the Communist Party. The party split in 1962. He followed the radical sector led by Tulsi Lal Amatya in forming a separate Communist Party. Its 3rd congress in 1962 declared that Tulsi Lal and Pushpa Lal would share the central leadership responsibilities.
Pushpa Lal was married to Sahana Pradhan (1927-2014), who became leader of the party from 1986.t.


Lazio 1-2 Celtic: Neil Lennon's side reach Europa League last 32
by Kheredine IdessaneOlivier Ntcham's dramatic stoppage-time strike earned Celtic a stunning win over Lazio and a place in the Europa League last 32 with two games to spare.
Serie A's top scorer Ciro Immobile had given Lazio the lead with an unopposed back-post volley, but James Forrest lashed in his 11th goal of the season just before the break to level.
Neil Lennon's side had to defend stoutly after the break and looked like they would earn a point until Ntcham ran on to an Odsonne Edouard pass to secure Celtic's first win in Italy.
It is the second time in two weeks that the Scottish Premiership side have stunned Lazio with a late winner, Christopher Jullien's header earning victory in Glasgow two weeks ago.
It also means that their games with Rennes at Celtic Park and against Cluj in Romania will now only decide whether they win the group or not.
Famous victory for Roman lions to savour
When you haven't ever beaten an Italian side in their own country, the last thing you want to do is give them a helping hand. The concession of a goal inside seven minutes to the predatory instincts of Immobile rendered a tricky task more akin to mission impossible.
Several key Celtic players looked ill at ease in a 3-5-2 formation in which Forrest and Jonny Hayes were deployed as wing-backs and struggled to adapt, not helped by the players in front of them constantly giving the ball away. The Irishman in particular looked like a fish out of water as Lazio pinpointed a perceived weakness in their opponents.
Keeping the deficit at just a single goal for half an hour was a minor triumph as pressure from the impressive Immobile almost led to an own goal when Jullien headed narrowly past Fraser Forster's left-hand post. There were other moments when a frantic Celtic back line had to do some last-ditch defending to keep the marauding hosts out.
Slowly but surely, the visitors found their feet. Twice Mohamed Elyounoussi made threatening advances but failed to find a final product.
And just before the break, a moment of magic that would have graced any arena. The pass from Elyounoussi to Forrest, in behind the Lazio defence. A rocket of a shot into the top right-hand corner of Thomas Strakosha's net. Wild celebrations from nearly 10,000 visiting fans who hadn't had anything to get excited about prior to that.
Parity celebrated five minutes before the break, and only preserved by a wonderful save by Forster from a Sergej Milinkovic-Savic header, and then an even better goal-line clearance by Jullien to deny Felipe Caicedo as Lazio tried to hit back straight away. In a frantic minute or two, Marco Parolo then headed over when he could, and probably should, have scored.
A half of two halves, if you will, and a blessed relief for Lennon to get his men in for half-time still on level terms with a very dangerous-looking opponent.
That said, had Edouard taken an early second-half chance, this game could have been completely turned on his head. A dodgy clearance by Strakosha gifted Celtic the ball and when Edouard was played in, the Albanian goalkeeper made amends with a strong save from the French striker's shot.
More Celtic pressure drew a mistake from Lucas Leiva, which allowed Forrest to break clear. But with Hayes and Edouard screaming for a pass, the Scotland forward fancied a second goal but his effort was blocked by a defender, much to Edouard's fury.
The dynamic of the match had changed completely; the meek start made by Celtic a distant memory, fading as quickly as the smoke from the pyrotechnics which were on show before a ball was kicked. Uefa has punished Celtic for that before and seem almost certain to do so again.
The fireworks on the field were coming from the yellow-shirted visitors. Some fabulous build-up play involving Christie, McGregor and Forrest left Edouard with the ball inside the Lazio box. However, he couldn't control it and a most presentable chance was gone in an instant.
It was almost instantly regretted too, as Forster once again kept out a Milinkovic-Savic header with an impressive point-blank save. All of a sudden, Lazio seemed to regain their belief. Substitute Luis Alberto nearly scored straight from a corner; the ball ballooned back off Forster's near post as Celtic breathed a sizeable sigh of relief.
And then came what felt like 'the' chance. Elyounoussi's pass to Edouard was inch-perfect, inviting the Frenchman to race into the left-hand side of the penalty area. His curling shot slipped agonisingly wide. Would there be a better opportunity all night?
Edouard tried to make amends with a free-kick moments later but again was narrowly off target, this time over the crossbar. This was a half full of passion, pride and no little skill from Celtic. A pulsating contest which ebbed first one way and then another with both defences having plenty of work to do to subdue some smart attacking play from both sets of forwards.
No more so than when a great, late chance presented itself for Lazio's Luis Alberto, only for the powerful left hand of Forster to keep Celtic level.
And then the moment of history. Another Lazio mistake gifted Edouard the ball, and he played in fellow Frenchman Ntcham, whose delicious chip took Celtic through and sent their jubilant fans away into the Roman night delirious.
The first time Celtic have ever won on Italian soil, and only the second time ever they've beaten an Italian side away from home. The other time was that famous night in Lisbon in 1967. These Roman lions in Celtic shirt may not be remembered as long, but they'll savour a famous, famous victory. And rightly so.
Man of the match - Fraser Forster
Immobile and Milinkovic-Savic were standouts for Lazio. Forrest had a good game and scored an excellent goal for Celtic.
But for providing several top-class saves at vital moments - a bit like he did in the last meeting against the Italians at Celtic Park - the award goes to Forster. Celtic deserved to take something from this game and the Englishman was the man who helped deliver it with a wonderful late save, and several more earlier in the match.
Match stats
- Celtic have recorded three consecutive victories in the Uefa Cup/Europa League for the first time since November 2002, when they won six in a row on their way to the Uefa Cup final
- Forrest netted his fourth goal in his past six appearances in all competitions for Celtic, after scoring only twice in nine games for the club beforehand
- Lazio have only won one of their past eight games in the Europa League (W1 D0 L7), failing to keep a clean sheet on each occasion
- Celtic won away from home against Italian opposition in European competition for the first time, with this being their 13th attempt at doing so
- Within the top five European leagues, only Robert Lewandowski (21) has scored more goals across all competitions than Lazio's Immobile (15) this season.
Line-ups
Lazio
- 1Strakosha
- 3Ramos Marchi
- 93VavroSubstituted forBerishaat 82'minutes
- 33Acerbi
- 29Lazzari
- 16Parolo
- 6LeivaSubstituted forRomero Alconchelat 58'minutes
- 21Milinkovic-Savic
- 22Rodríguez MenéndezSubstituted forLulicat 58'minutes
- 20CaicedoBooked at 42mins
- 17Immobile
Substitutes
- 4Gabarrón Gil
- 7Berisha
- 10Romero Alconchel
- 15Jacinto Quissanga
- 19Lulic
- 23Guerrieri
- 34Adekanye
Celtic
- 67Forster
- 49ForrestSubstituted forBauerat 89'minutes
- 33ElhamedSubstituted forBittonat 83'minutes
- 2Jullien
- 35Ajer
- 15Hayes
- 17ChristieSubstituted forNtchamat 77'minutes
- 8BrownBooked at 51mins
- 42McGregor
- 22Edouard
- 27Elyounoussi
Substitutes
- 1Gordon
- 3Taylor
- 6Bitton
- 11Sinclair
- 13Bauer
- 16Morgan
- 21Ntcham
Referee:
Tobias Stieler
Match Stats
Home TeamLazioAway TeamCeltic
Possession
Home57%
Away43%
Shots
Home15
Away12
Shots on Target
Home6
Away4
Corners
Home8
Away5
Fouls
Home9
Away9
Live Text
Posted at
Match ends, Lazio 1, Celtic 2.
Full Time
Posted at 90'+6'
Second Half ends, Lazio 1, Celtic 2.
Goal!
Posted at 90'+5'
Goal! Lazio 1, Celtic 2. Olivier Ntcham (Celtic) right footed shot from the right side of the box to the top right corner. Assisted by Odsonne Edouard.
Posted at 90'
Corner, Celtic. Conceded by Luiz Felipe.
Posted at 90'
Attempt blocked. Mohamed Elyounoussi (Celtic) right footed shot from the right side of the box is blocked. Assisted by Fraser Forster.
Posted at 89'
Attempt missed. Sergej Milinkovic-Savic (Lazio) left footed shot from the centre of the box is high and wide to the left. Assisted by Senad Lulic with a cross.
Substitution
Posted at 89'
Substitution, Celtic. Moritz Bauer replaces James Forrest.
Posted at 86'
Attempt missed. Sergej Milinkovic-Savic (Lazio) right footed shot from outside the box misses to the left.
Posted at 86'
Attempt saved. Luis Alberto (Lazio) right footed shot from the centre of the box is saved in the centre of the goal. Assisted by Sergej Milinkovic-Savic.
Posted at 86'
Attempt blocked. Olivier Ntcham (Celtic) right footed shot from outside the box is blocked. Assisted by Jonny Hayes.
Posted at 85'
Attempt saved. Felipe Caicedo (Lazio) header from the centre of the box is saved in the top centre of the goal. Assisted by Valon Berisha.
Posted at 85'
Attempt saved. Valon Berisha (Lazio) right footed shot from the right side of the box is saved in the centre of the goal. Assisted by Sergej Milinkovic-Savic.
Posted at 85'
Attempt saved. Odsonne Edouard (Celtic) header from the centre of the box is saved in the centre of the goal.
Posted at 84'
Foul by Francesco Acerbi (Lazio).
Posted at 84'
Odsonne Edouard (Celtic) wins a free kick in the defensive half.
Substitution
Posted at 83'
Substitution, Celtic. Nir Bitton replaces Hatem Elhamed.
Substitution
Posted at 82'
Substitution, Lazio. Valon Berisha replaces Denis Vavro.
Posted at 79'
Attempt missed. Odsonne Edouard (Celtic) right footed shot from outside the box is too high from a direct free kick.
Posted at 78'
Foul by Luiz Felipe (Lazio).
Posted at 78'
Odsonne Edouard (Celtic) wins a free kick in the attacking half.
Substitution
Posted at 77'
Substitution, Celtic. Olivier Ntcham replaces Ryan Christie.
Posted at 76'
Attempt missed. Odsonne Edouard (Celtic) right footed shot from the left side of the box misses to the right. Assisted by Mohamed Elyounoussi with a through ball.
Posted at 75'
Attempt missed. Manuel Lazzari (Lazio) right footed shot from outside the box is too high.
Posted at 74'
Corner, Lazio. Conceded by Kristoffer Ajer.
Posted at 74'
Attempt blocked. Sergej Milinkovic-Savic (Lazio) right footed shot from the centre of the box is blocked. Assisted by Ciro Immobile.
Posted at 72'
Felipe Caicedo (Lazio) wins a free kick in the attacking half.
Posted at 72'
Foul by Christopher Jullien (Celtic).
Posted at 68'
Corner, Lazio. Conceded by Hatem Elhamed.
Posted at 68'
Attempt saved. Sergej Milinkovic-Savic (Lazio) header from the centre of the box is saved in the top centre of the goal. Assisted by Francesco Acerbi.
Posted at 66'
Attempt blocked. Ciro Immobile (Lazio) right footed shot from the centre of the box is blocked. Assisted by Sergej Milinkovic-Savic.
Posted at 62'
Attempt missed. Felipe Caicedo (Lazio) header from very close range misses to the left. Assisted by Sergej Milinkovic-Savic with a headed pass.
Posted at 59'
Foul by Senad Lulic (Lazio).
Posted at 59'
Ryan Christie (Celtic) wins a free kick on the right wing.
Posted at 58'
Offside, Lazio. Sergej Milinkovic-Savic tries a through ball, but Ciro Immobile is caught offside.
Substitution
Posted at 58'
Substitution, Lazio. Luis Alberto replaces Lucas Leiva.
Substitution
Posted at 58'
Substitution, Lazio. Senad Lulic replaces Jony.
Posted at 55'
Denis Vavro (Lazio) wins a free kick in the attacking half.
Posted at 55'
Foul by Odsonne Edouard (Celtic).
Posted at 54'
Attempt missed. Christopher Jullien (Celtic) header from the centre of the box misses to the right. Assisted by Ryan Christie with a cross following a corner.
Posted at 54'
Corner, Celtic. Conceded by Manuel Lazzari.
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