Seated cross-legged in a heavily gilded, high-backed chair, Min tried to lose herself in the leather-bound copy of Herid Fel’s Reason and Unreason lying open on her knees. It was not easy. Oh, the book itself was mesmerizing; Master Fel’s writings always swept her into worlds of thought she had not dreamed of while working in stables. She very much regretted the sweet old man’s death. She hoped to find a clue in his books to why he had been killed. Her dark ringlets swung as she shook her head and tried to apply herself.
The book was fascinating, but the room was oppressive. Rand’s small throne room in the Sun Palace was thick with gilt from the wide cornices to the tall mirrors on the walls replacing those Rand had smashed, from the two rows of chairs like the one she sat in to the dais at the head of the rows and the Dragon Throne atop the dais. That was a monstrosity, in the style of Tear as imagined by Cairhienin craftsmen, resting on the backs of a pair of Dragons with two more Dragons for the arms and others climbing the back, all with large sunstones for eyes, the whole glittering with gilt and red enamel. A huge golden, wavy-rayed Rising Sun set in the polished stone floor only added to the sense of heaviness. At least the fires blazing in two great fireplaces, tall enough for her to walk into, gave a pleasing warmth, especially with snow spilling down outside. And these were Rand’s rooms; the comfort of that alone outweighed any amount of oppression. An irritating thought. This was Rand’s room if he ever deigned to return. A very irritating thought. Being in love with a man seemed to consist largely of a great many irritating admissions to yourself!
Shifting in a vain attempt to make the hard chair comfortable, she tried to read, but her eyes kept swinging to the tall doors, each climbed by its own line of gilded Rising Suns. She hoped to see Rand walk in; she feared to see Sorilea, or Cadsuane. Unconsciously, she adjusted her pale blue coat, fingering the tiny snow-flowers embroidered on the lapels. More twined around the sleeves, and the legs of breeches made as snug as she could manage to wriggle herself into. Not that great a change from what she had always worn. Not really. So far, she had avoided dresses, however much embroidery she wore, but she very much feared that Sorilea meant to stuff her into a dress if the Wise One had to peel her out of what she was wearing with her own hands.
The woman knew all about her and Rand. All about. She felt her cheeks heating. Sorilea seemed to be trying to decide whether Min Farshaw was a suitable . . . lover . . . for Rand al’Thor. That word made her feel foolishly giddy; she was not a fluff-brained girl! That word made her want to look over her shoulder guiltily for the aunts who had raised her. No, she thought wryly, you’re not fluff-brained. Fluff has its wits about it compared to you!
Or maybe Sorilea wanted to know whether Rand was suitable for Min; it seemed that way, at times. The Wise Ones accepted Min as one of them, or very nearly, but these past weeks, Sorilea had wrung her out like a laundress’s mangle. The leather-faced, white-haired Wise One wanted to know every scrap about Min, and every shred about Rand. She wanted the dust from the bottoms of his pockets! Twice Min had tried balking at the incessant interrogation, and twice Sorilea had produced a switch! That terrible old woman simply bundled her over the side of the nearest table, and afterward told her that maybe that would loosen another scrap in her head. None of the other Wise Ones gave the slightest commiseration, either! Light, the things you had to put up with for a man! And she could not have him for herself alone, at that!
Cadsuane was a different proposition altogether. The immensely dignified Aes Sedai, as gray-haired as Sorilea was white, did not seem to care two figs for Min or Rand either one, but she spent a great deal of time in the Sun Palace. Avoiding her entirely was impossible; she seemed to wander wherever she wanted. And when Cadsuane looked at Min, however briefly, Min could not help seeing a woman who could teach bulls to dance and bears to sing. She kept expecting the woman to point at her and announce that it was time Min Farshaw learned to balance a ball on her nose. Sooner or later, Rand had to face Cadsuane again, and the thought tied Min’s stomach in knots.
She made herself bend back over her book. One of the doors swung open, and Rand strolled in with the Dragon Scepter nestled in the crook his arm. He wore a golden crown, a broad circlet of laurel leaves—that must be this Crown of Swords everyone was talking about—snug breeches that showed his legs to advantage, and a gold-worked green silk coat that fit him beautifully. He was beautiful.
Marking her place with the note Master Fel had written saying she was “too pretty,” she carefully closed the book and carefully set it on the floor beside her chair. Then she folded her arms and waited. Had she been standing, she would have tapped her foot, but she would not have the man thinking she was springing up just because he finally appeared.
For a moment he stood smiling at her, and tugging his ear-lobe for some reason—he seemed to be humming!—then abruptly he swung round to frown at the doors. “The Maidens out there didn’t tell me you were in here. They hardly said a word at all. Light, they looked ready to veil at the sight of me.”
“Maybe they are upset,” she said calmly. “Maybe they wondered where you were. The way I did. Maybe they wondered whether you were hurt, or sick, or cold.” The way I did, she thought bitterly. The man looked confused!
“I wrote to you,” he said slowly, and she sniffed.
“Twice! With Asha’man to deliver your letters, you wrote twice, Rand al’Thor. If you call it writing!”
He staggered as if she had slapped him—no; as if she had kicked him in the belly!—and blinked. She took a firm hold on herself and settled against the chairback. Give a man sympathy at the wrong moment, and you never regained the ground lost.  He had so many, and refused to admit a one. She was not going to spring up and rush to him, gushing to know what was wrong or . . . Light, he had to be all right.
Something took her gently beneath the elbows and lifted her out of the chair. Blue boots dangling, she floated toward him through the air. The Dragon Scepter floated away from him. So, he thought he could smile, did he? He thought a pretty smile could turn her around?  A very sharp piece! Folding his arms around her, he kissed her.
When she could breathe again, she peered up at him through her lashes. “The first time . . . ” She swallowed to clear her voice. “First, Jahar Narishma stalked in trying to stare inside everybody’s skull the way he does, and vanished after handing me a scrap of parchment. Let me see. It said, ‘I have claimed the crown of Illian. Trust no one until I return. Rand.’ A little short of a proper love letter, I’d say.”
He kissed her again.
This time, getting her breath back took longer. This was not going as she had expected at all. On the other hand, it was not going very badly. “The second time, Jonan Adley delivered a bit of paper that said, ‘I will return when I finish here. Trust no one. Rand.’ Adley walked in on me in my bath,” she added, “and he wasn’t shy about getting an eyeful.” Rand always tried to pretend he was not jealous—as if there were a man in the world who was not—but she had noticed his scowls at men who looked at her. And his very considerable ardor was more heated afterward, too. She wondered what this kiss would be like. Maybe she should suggest retiring to the bedchamber? No, she would not be that forward no matter—
Rand set her down, his face suddenly bleak. “Adley’s dead,” he said. Suddenly the crown flew from his head, spinning the length of the room as though hurled. Just when she thought it would crash into the back of the Dragon Throne, perhaps smash through it, the wide ring of gold stopped short and settled slowly onto the throne’s seat.
Min’s breath caught as she looked up at him. Blood glistened in the dark red curls above his left ear. Pulling a lace-edged handkerchief from her sleeve, she reached for his temple, but he caught her wrist.
“I killed him,” he said quietly.
She shivered at the sound of his voice. Quiet, the way the grave was quiet. Perhaps the bedchamber was a very good idea. No matter how forward it was. Making herself smile—and blushing when she realized how easy it was to smile, thinking of that huge bed—she gripped the front of his shirt, preparing to rip shirt and coat from his back right then and there.
Someone knocked at the doors.
Min’s hands sprang away from Rand’s shirt. She sprang away, too. Who could it be, she wondered irritably. The Maidens either announced visitors when Rand was there, or simply sent them in.
“Come,” he said loudly, giving her a rueful smile. And she blushed again at that.
Dobraine put his head in at the door, then entered and shut the door behind him when he saw them standing together.   Even before gaining Rand’s favor he had been a power in the land. Now, he ruled here, at least until Elayne could claim the Sun Throne. “My Lord Dragon,” he murmured, bowing. “My Lady Ta’veren.”
“A joke,” Min muttered, when Rand quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Perhaps,” Dobraine said, shrugging slightly, “yet half the noblewomen in the city now wear bright colors in imitation of the Lady Min. Breeches that display their legs, and many in coats that do not even cover their . . . ” He coughed discreetly, realizing that Min’s coat did not cover her hips completely.
She thought about telling him he had very pretty legs, even if they were decidedly knobby, then quickly thought better. Rand’s jealousy might be a wonderful flame if they were alone, but she did not want him striking out at Dobraine. He was capable of that, she feared. Besides, she thought it really was a slip; Lord Dobraine Taborwin was not the sort to make even slightly rough jokes.
“So you’re changing the world, too, Min.” Grinning, Rand tapped the tip of her nose with a finger. He tapped her nose! Like a child he was amused with!  “In better ways than I am, it appears,” he went on, and that momentary boyish grin faded like mist.
“Is all well in Tear and Illian, my Lord Dragon?” Dobraine inquired.
“In Tear and Illian, all is well,” Rand replied grimly. “What do you have for me, Dobraine? Sit, man. Sit.” He motioned toward the rows of chairs, and took one for himself.
“I have acted on all of your letters,” Dobraine said, seating himself across from Rand, “but there is little good to report, I fear.”
“I’ll get us something to drink,” Min said in a tight voice. Letters? It was not easy to stalk in heeled boots—she had grown accustomed to them, but the things made you sway whatever you did—not easy, yet enough anger made anything possible. She stalked to the small gilded table beneath one of the huge mirrors where a silver pitcher and goblets sat. She busied herself with pouring spiced wine, splashing it out furiously. The servants always brought extra goblets, in case she had visitors, though she seldom did except for Sorilea or a fool lot of noblewomen. The wine was barely warm, but it was more than hot enough for the likes of that pair. She had received two letters, but she would bet Dobraine had had ten! Twenty! Banging pitcher and goblets about, she listened carefully. What had they been up to behind her back with their dozens of letters?
“Toram Riatin appears to have vanished,” Dobraine said, “though rumor, at least, says he still lives, worse luck. Rumors also say that Daved Hanlon and Jeraal Mordeth—Padan Fain, as you call the man—have deserted him. By the way, I have settled Toram’s sister, the Lady Ailil, in generous apartments, with servants who are . . . trustworthy.” By his tone, he clearly meant trustworthy toward himself. The woman would not be able to change her dress without him knowing. “I can understand bringing her here, and Lord Bertome and the others, but why High Lord Weiramon, or High Lady Anaiyella?  Rand mused.
“When she knows your name?” Dobraine did not sound as if he were joking. Rand tilted his head thoughtfully, then nodded. Nodded! She hoped he was not still hearing voices.
Rand gestured as if brushing away the women who wanted to kill him. A dangerous thing, with her about. She did not want to kill him, certainly, but she would not mind seeing Sorilea go at him with that switch! Breeches did not give much protection.
 “My mistake for thinking I could use him. He seems happy enough to stay near the Dragon Reborn in any case. What else?” Min handed him a goblet, and he smiled at her despite the wine that slopped over his wrist. Maybe he thought it was an accident.
“Little else and too much,” Dobraine began, then jerked back in his chair to avoid spilling wine as Min shoved the second silver goblet at him. She had not liked her brief stint as a tavernmaid. “My thanks, my Lady Min,” he murmured graciously, but he eyed her askance as he took the goblet. She walked calmly back to fetch her own wine. Calmly.
“I fear that Lady Caraline and the High Lord Darlin are in Lady Arilyn’s palace here in the City,” the Cairhienin lord went on, “under the protection of Cadsuane Sedai. Perhaps protection is not the correct word. I have been refused entry to see them, but I hear that they have attempted to leave the City and been brought back like sacks. In a sack, one story claims. Having met Cadsuane, I can almost believe it.”
“Cadsuane,” Rand murmured, and Min felt a chill. He did not sound afraid, precisely, yet he did sound more than uneasy. “What do you think I should do about Caraline and Darlin, Min?”
Settling into a chair two away from him, Min jerked at suddenly being included. Ruefully, she stared down at the wine soaking through her best cream silk blouse, and her breeches, too. “Caraline will support Elayne for the Sun Throne,” she said glumly. For warm wine, it seemed very cold, and she doubted the stain would ever come out of the blouse. “Not a viewing, but I believe her.” She did not glance toward Dobraine, though he nodded sagely. Everyone knew about her viewings, now. The only result had been a stream of noblewomen who wanted to know their futures, and right sulky, too, when she said she could not tell them. Most would not have been pleased with the little she had seen; nothing dire, but not at all the bright wonders that fortune-tellers at the fair forecast. “As for Darlin, aside from the fact that he’ll marry Caraline, after she’s wrung him out and hung him up to dry, all I can say is that one day he’ll be a king. I saw the crown on his head, a thing with a sword on the front of it, but I don’t know what country it belongs to.
Dobraine choked on his wine, spluttering and dabbing at his lips with a plain linen handkerchief. Most of those who knew did not believe. Quite satisfied with herself, Min drank the little that remained in her goblet. And then she was choking and gasping, jerking her handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe at her mouth. Light, she would have to give herself the dregs!
Rand simply nodded, peering into his goblet. “So they will live to trouble me,” he murmured. A very soft sound, for words like stone. He was hard as a blade, her sheepherder. “And what do I do about—”
Abruptly he twisted in his chair, toward the doors. One was opening. He had very sharp ears. Min had heard nothing.
Neither of the two Aes Sedai who entered was Cadsuane, and Min felt her shoulders loosen as she tucked her handkerchief away. While Rafela shut the door, Merana curtsied deeply to Rand, though the Gray sister’s hazel eyes took in Min and Dobraine and filed them away, and then the round-faced Rafela was spreading her deep blue skirts wide, too. Neither rose until Rand gestured. They glided to him wearing cool serenity as they did their dresses. Except that the plump Blue sister fingered her shawl briefly as though to remind herself it was there. Min had seen that gesture before, from other sisters who had sworn fealty to Rand. It could not be easy for them. Only the White Tower commanded Aes Sedai, but Rand crooked a finger and they came, pointed and they went. Aes Sedai spoke with kings and queens as equals, perhaps slightly as their betters, yet the Wise Ones called them apprentices and expected them to obey twice as fast as Rand did.
None of that showed on Merana’s smooth face. “My Lord Dragon,” she said respectfully. “We only just learned that you had returned, and we thought you might be eager to learn how matters went with the Atha’an Miere.” She merely glanced at Dobraine, but he rose immediately. Cairhienin were used to people wanting to speak in private.
“Dobraine can stay,” Rand said curtly. Had he hesitated? He did not stand. His eyes like blue ice, he was being the Dragon Reborn for all he was worth. Min had told him these women were his in truth, that all five who had accompanied him to the Sea Folk ship were his, utterly loyal to their oath and therefore obedient to his will, yet he seemed to find trusting any Aes Sedai difficult. She understood, but he was going to have to learn how.
 “Rafela and I have reached a bargain with the Sea Folk. The Bargain, they call it.” The difference was clear to the ear. Hands lying still on gray-slashed green skirts, she drew a deep breath. She needed it. “Harine din Togara Two Winds, Wavemistress of Clan Shodein, speaking for Nesta din Reas Two Moons, Mistress of the Ships to the Atha’an Miere, and thus binding all the Atha’an Miere, has promised such ships as the Dragon Reborn needs, to sail when and where he needs them, for whatever purposes he requires.” Merana did seem to grow a touch pontifical when there were no Wise Ones around; the Wise Ones did not allow it. “In return, Rafela and I, speaking for you, promised that the Dragon Reborn will not change any laws of the Atha’an Miere, as he has done among the . . . ” For a moment, she faltered. “Forgive me. I am used to delivering agreements exactly as made. The word they used was ‘shorebound,’ but what they mean is what you have done in Tear and Cairhien.” A question appeared in her eyes, and was gone. Perhaps she was wondering whether he had done the same in Illian. She had expressed relief that he had changed nothing in her native Andor.
“I suppose I can live with that,” he muttered.
“Secondly,” Rafela took up, folding plump hands at her waist, “you must give the Atha’an Miere land, a square one mile on a side, at every city on navigable water that you control now or come to control.”  Nor did she sound entirely pleased with what she was saying. She was Tairen, after all, and few ports held a tighter control on their trade than Tear. “Within that area, the laws of the Atha’an Miere are to hold sway above any others. This agreement must also be made by the rulers of those ports so that . . . ” It was her turn to falter, and her dark cheeks turned a trifle gray.
“So the agreement will survive me?” Rand said dryly. He barked a laugh. “I can live with that, too.”
“Every city on water?” Dobraine exclaimed. “Do they mean here, too?” He leaped to his feet and began pacing, spilling more of his wine than Min had. He did not seem to notice. “A mile square? Under the Light alone knows what peculiar laws? I’ve traveled on a Sea Folk ship, and it is peculiar! Bare legs are not in it! And what of the customs duties, and docking fees, and . . . ” Suddenly he rounded on Rand. He scowled at the Aes Sedai, who paid him no mind, but it was to Rand he spoke, in a tone bordering on roughness. “They will ruin Cairhien in a year, my Lord Dragon. They will ruin any port where you allow them to do this.”
Min agreed, silently, but Rand merely waved a hand and laughed again. “They may think so, but I know something of this, Dobraine. They didn’t say who chooses the land, so it doesn’t have to be on the water at all.   For the rest . . . If I can accept it, you can, too.” There was no laughter in his voice now, and Dobraine bowed his head.
Min wondered where he had learned all that. He sounded a king, and one who knew what he was doing. Maybe Elayne had taught him.
“ ‘Secondly’ implies more,” Rand said to the two Aes Sedai.
Merana and Rafela exchanged glances, unconsciously touched skirts and shawls, and then Merana spoke, her voice not at all pompous. In fact, it was much too light. “Thirdly, the Dragon Reborn agrees to keep an ambassador chosen by the Atha’an Miere with him at all times. Harine din Togara has named herself. She will be accompanied by her Windfinder, her Swordmaster and a retinue.”
“What?” Rand roared, springing from the chair.
Rafela rushed in, rushed ahead, as though afraid he might cut her off. “And fourthly, the Dragon Reborn agrees to go promptly to a summons from the Mistress of the Ships, but not more than twice in any three consecutive years.” She finished panting a little, trying to make the last sound like extenuation.
The Dragon Scepter flew from the floor behind Rand, and he snagged it out of the air without looking. His eyes were not ice any more. They were blue fire. “A Sea Folk ambassador clinging to my heels?” he shouted. “Obey summonses?” He shook the carved spearhead at them, the green-and-white tassel flailing.  The Forsaken are out there! The Dark One is waiting! Why didn’t you agree I’d caulk their hulls while you were about it!”
Normally, Min tried to soothe his temper when it flared, but this time she sat forward and glared at the Aes Sedai. She agreed with him fully. They had given away the barn to sell a horse!
Rafela actually swayed before that blast, but Merana drew herself up, her own eyes managing a good imitation of brown fire flecked with gold. “You castigate us?” she snapped in tones as frosty as her eyes were hot. She was Aes Sedai as the child Min had seen them, regal above queens, powerful above powers. “You were present in the beginning, ta’veren, and you twisted them as you wanted them. You could have had them all kneeling to you! But you left! They were not pleased to know they had been dancing for a ta’veren. Somewhere, they learned to weave shields, and before you were well off their ship, Rafela and I were shielded. So we could not take advantage with the Power, they said. More than once, Harine threatened to hang us in the rigging by our toes until we came to our senses, and I for one believe she meant it!  Harine would have given you a handful! Feel lucky she didn’t want your new boots and that ghastly throne of yours as well! Oh, by the by, she formally acknowledged you as the Coramoor, may you get a bellyache from it!”
Min stared at her. Rand and Dobraine stared at her, and the Cairhienin’s jaw hung open. Rafela stared, her mouth working soundlessly. For that matter, the fire faded from Merana’s eyes, and they slowly grew wider and wider as if she were just hearing what she had said.
The Dragon Scepter trembled in Rand’s fist. Min had seen his fury swell near to bursting for far less. She prayed for a way to avoid the explosion, and could not see one.
“It seems,” he said finally, “that the words a ta’veren drags out aren’t always the words he wants to hear.” He sounded . . . calm; Min was not about to think, sane. “You’ve done well, Merana. I handed you a dog’s dinner, but you and Rafela have done well.”
The two Aes Sedai swayed, and for a moment, Min thought they might collapse in puddles on the floor from sheer relief.
“At least we managed to keep the details from Cadsuane,” Rafela said, smoothing her skirts unsteadily. “There was no way to stop everyone learning we had made some sort of agreement, but we kept that much from her.”
“Yes,” Merana said breathlessly. “She even waylaid us on the way here. It’s difficult keeping anything from her, but we did. We didn’t think you’d want her to . . . ” She trailed off at the stony look on Rand’s face.
“Cadsuane again,” he said flatly. He frowned at the carved length of spearhead in his hand, then tossed it onto a chair as if he did not trust himself with it. “She’s in the Sun Palace, is she? Min, tell the Maidens outside to carry a message to Cadsuane. She is to attend the Dragon Reborn in all haste.”
“Rand, I don’t think,” Min began uneasily, but Rand cut in. Not harshly, but quite firmly.
“Do it, please, Min. This woman is like a wolf eyeing the sheepfold. I intend to find out what she wants.”
Min took her time getting up, and dragged her feet to the doors. She was not the only one to think this a bad idea. Or at least to want to be elsewhere when the Dragon Reborn faced Cadsuane Melaidhrin. Dobraine passed her on the way to the door, making a hasty bow with barely a pause, and even Merana and Rafela were out of the room before her, though they made it appear they were not hurrying. Inside the room, they did, anyway. When Min put her head into the hallway, the two sisters had caught Dobraine and were scurrying along at little short of a trot.
Strangely, the half-dozen Maidens who had been outside when Min entered earlier had now grown in number until they lined the corridor as far as she could see in both directions, tall hard-faced women in the grays and browns and grays of the cadin’sor, shoufa wrapped around their heads with the long black veil hanging down. A good many carried their spears and bull-hide bucklers as if they expected a battle. Some were playing a finger-game called “knife, paper, stone,” and the rest were watching intently.
Not so intently that they did not see her, though. When she passed Rand’s message, handtalk flashed up and down the rows, then two lanky Maidens went trotting off. The others promptly returned to the game, playing or watching.
Scratching her head in puzzlement, Min went back in. The Maidens often made her nervous, yet they always had a word for her, sometimes respectful, as to a Wise One, sometimes joking, though their humor was odd, to say the least. Never had they ignored her like this.
Rand was in the bedchamber. That simple fact set her heart racing. He had his coat off, his snowy shirt unlaced at neck and cuffs and pulled out of his breeches. Sitting on the foot of the bed, she leaned back against one of the heavy blackwood bedposts and swung her feet up, crossing her ankles. She had not had a chance to watch Rand undress himself, and she intended to enjoy it.
Instead of continuing, though, he stood there looking at her. “What can Cadsuane possibly teach me?” he asked suddenly.
“You, and all the Asha’man,” she replied. That had been her viewing. “I don’t know what, Rand. I only know you have to learn it. All of you do.” It did not seem he intended to progress beyond letting his shirt hang down. Sighing, she went on. “You need her, Rand. You can’t afford to make her angry. You can’t afford to chase her away.” Actually, she did not think fifty Myrddraal and a thousand Trollocs could chase Cadsuane anywhere, but the point was the same.
A far-off look came into Rand’s eyes, and after a moment, he shook his head. “Why should I listen to a madman?” he muttered almost under his breath. Light, did he really believe Lews Therin Telamon spoke in his head? “Let someone know you need them, Min, and they have a hold on you. A leash, to pull you where they want. I won’t put a halter on my own neck for any Aes Sedai. Not for anyone!” Slowly his fists unclenched. “You, I need, Min,” he said simply. “Not for your viewings. I just need you.”
Burn her, but the man could sweep her feet out from under her with a few words!
With a smile as eager as hers, he grasped the bottom of his shirt with both hands and bent to begin hauling it over his head. Lacing her fingers over her stomach, she settled back to watch.
The three Maidens who marched into the room no longer wore the shoufa that had concealed their short hair in the corridor. They were empty-handed, and no longer wore those heavy-blade belt knives, either. That was all Min had time to notice.
Rand’s head and arms were still inside the shirt, and Somara, flaxen-haired and tall even for an Aiel woman, seized the white linen and tangled it, trapping him. Almost in the same movement, she kicked him between the legs. With a strangled groan, he bent further, staggering.
Nesair, fiery-haired and beautiful despite white scars on both sun-dark cheeks, planted a fist in his right side hard enough to make him stumble sideways.
With a cry, Min launched herself from the bed. She did not know what madness was happening here, could not even begin to guess. One of her knives came smoothly from each sleeve, and she threw herself at the Maidens, shouting, “Help! Oh, Rand! Somebody, help!” At least, that was what she tried to shout.
The third Maiden, Nandera, turned like a snake, and Min found a foot planted in her stomach. Breath rushed out of her in a wheeze. Her knives flew from numb hands, and she turned a somersault over the graying Maiden’s foot, landing on her back with a crash that drove out what little air remained in her. Trying to move, trying to breathe—trying to understand!—all she could do was lie there and watch.
The three women were quite thorough. Nesair and Nandera pounded Rand with their fists while Somara held him bent over and caught in his own shirt. Again and again and again they drove studied blows into Rand’s hard belly, into his right side. Min would have laughed hysterically, had she had any breath. They were trying to beat him to death, and they very carefully avoid hitting anywhere near the tender round scar in his left side with the half-healed slash running through it.
She knew very well how hard Rand’s body was, how strong, but no one could stand up to that. Slowly, his knees folded, and when they thumped to the floor tiles, Nandera and Nesair stood back. Each nodded, and Somara released her hold on Rand’s shirt. He fell forward on his face. She could hear him gasping, fighting groans that bubbled up despite his efforts. Kneeling, Somara pulled his shirt down almost tenderly. He lay there with his cheek on the floor, eyes bulging, struggling for breath.
 “We won the right for this,” she growled, “but every Maiden wanted to lay her hands on you. I left my clan for you, Rand al’Thor. I will not have you spit on me!”
Somara moved a hand as if to smooth hair out of his face, then snatched it back. “This is how we treat a first-brother who dishonors us, Rand al’Thor,” she said firmly. “The first time. The next, we will use straps.”
Nandera stood over Rand with fist planted on her hips and a face of stone. “You carry the honor of Far Dareis Mai, son of a Maiden,” she said grimly. “You promised to call us to dance the spears for you, and then you ran to battle and left us behind. You will not do this again.”
She stepped over him to stride out, and the other two followed. Only Somara glanced back, and if sympathy touched her blue eyes, there was none in her voice when she said, “Do not make this necessary again, son of a Maiden.”
Rand had pushed himself up to hands and knees by the time Min managed to crawl to him. “They must be mad,” she croaked. Light, but her middle hurt! “Rhuarc will—!” She did not know what Rhuarc would do. Not enough, whatever it was. “Sorilea.” Sorilea would stake them out in the sun! To start! “When we tell her—”
“We tell no one,” he said. He almost sounded as if he had his breath back, although he was still slightly pop-eyed. How could he do that? “They have the right. They’ve earned the right.”
Min recognized that tone much to well. When a man decided to be stubborn, he would sit bare in a nettle patch and deny to your face that they made his bottom sting! She was almost pleased to hear him groan as she helped him to his feet. Well, as they helped each other.
He eased himself onto the bed, lying back on the heaped pillows, and she snuggled in beside him. Not what she had been hoping for, but as much as was going to happen, she was sure.
“Not what I was hoping to use this bed for,” he muttered. She was not sure she had been supposed to hear.
She laughed.  Strangely, he smiled at her as if he knew she was lying. Her Aunt Miren claimed that was one of the three lies any man would believe from a woman.
“If I am interrupting,” a woman’s cool voice said from the doorway, “I suppose I could return when it is more convenient.”
Min jerked away from Rand as though burned, but when he pulled her back, she settled against him again.  Daigian Moseneillin was one of the sisters who had come with Cadsuane. And she was almost as overbearing as Cadsuane herself, in Min’s opinion.
“Who might you be when you’re at home?” Rand said lazily.  Min realized that every muscle in the arm holding her was hard as a rock, though.
 Plainly, she was not pleased. “Cadsuane Sedai received your request,” she said, even more coolly than before, “and asked me to convey her regrets. She very much wishes to finish the piece of needlepoint she is working on. Perhaps she might be able to see you another day. If she can find time.”
“Is that what she said?” Rand asked dangerously.
Daigian sniffed disdainfully. “I will leave you to resume . . . whatever you were doing.” Min wondered whether she could get away with slapping an Aes Sedai. Daigian eyed her frostily, as if hearing the thought, and turned to glide from the room.
Rand sat up with a muffled oath. “You tell Cadsuane she can go to the Pit of Doom!” he shouted after the retreating sister. “Tell her she can rot!”
“It won’t do, Rand,” Min sighed. This was going to be harder than she had thought. “You need Cadsuane. She doesn’t need you.”
“Doesn’t she?” he said softly, and she shivered. She had only thought his voice was dangerous before.
Rand prepared carefully, dressing in the green coat again, sending Min with messages for the Maidens to carry. At least they would still do that. His ribs ached almost as much on his right side as the wounds did on his left, and his belly felt as he had been beaten with a board. He had promised them. He seized hold of saidin alone in his bedchamber, unwilling to let even Min see him falter again. He could keep her safe, at least, somehow, but how could she feel safe if she saw him about to fall over? He had to be strong, for her sake. He had to be strong, for the world. That bundle of emotions in the back of his head that was Alanna reminded him of the cost of carelessness. Right then, Alanna was sulking. She must have pushed a Wise One too far, because if she was sitting, she was sitting gingerly.
“I still think this is lunacy, Rand al’Thor,” Min said as he placed the Crown of Swords carefully on his head. He did not want those tiny blades to draw blood again now. “Are you listening to me? Well, if you intend to go through with it, I’m going with you. You admitted you need me, and you’ll need me more than ever for this!”
“You’re staying here,” he told her firmly. He was still not sure what he intended to do, not fully, and he did not want her to see him stumble. He was very afraid he might stumble. He expected an argument, though.
She frowned at him, and her foot stopped tapping. The angry light in her eyes faded into worry that vanished in a twinkling. “Well, I suppose you’re old enough to cross the stableyard without your hand held, sheepherder. Besides, I am falling behind in my reading.”
Dropping into one of the tall gilded chairs, she folded her legs beneath her and picked up the book she had been reading when he came in. In moments, she seemed totally engrossed in the page before her.
Rand nodded. That was what he wanted; her here, and safe. Still, she did not have to forget him so completely.
There were six Maidens squatting in the hallway outside his door. They stared at him flat-eyed, not speaking, Nandera’s gaze the flattest of all. Though Somara and Nesair came close. He thought Nesair was Shaido; he would have to keep a hard eye on her.
The Asha’man were waiting, too—Lews Therin muttered darkly of killing in Rand’s head—all but Narishma with the Dragon on their collars as well as the Sword. Curtly, he ordered Narishma to stand guard on his apartments, and the man saluted sharply, those dark too-big eyes seeing too much, faintly accusing. Rand did not think the Maidens would take out their displeasure on Min, but he was not taking any chances. Light, he had told Narishma everything about the traps he had woven in the Stone when he sent the man to fetch Callandor. The man was imagining things. Burn him, but that had been a mad risk to take.
Only madmen never trust. Lews Therin sounded amused. And quite mad. The wounds in Rand’s side throbbed; they seemed to resonate with each other in distant pain.
“Show me where to find Cadsuane,” he commanded. Nandera rose smoothly to her feet and started off without a backward glance. He followed, and the others fell in behind him, Dashiva and Flinn, Morr and Hopwil. He gave them hasty instructions as they walked. Flinn, of all people, tried to protest, but Rand bore him down; this was no time for quailing. The grizzled onetime Guardsman was the last Rand had expected it of. Morr or Hopwil, perhaps. If no longer exactly dewy-eyed, they were still young enough to leave their razors dry as many days as wet. But not Flinn. Nandera’s soft boots made no sound; their footsteps reverberated from the high square-vaulted ceiling, chasing away everyone with the shadow of a reason for fear. His wounds pulsed.
Every last person in the Sun Palace knew the Dragon Reborn on sight by now, and they knew who the black-coated men were, too. Black-liveried servants made deep bows or curtsies, and hurried to get out of his sight. Most nobles were almost as quick to put distance between themselves and five men who could channel, going somewhere with purpose on their faces. Ailil watched them pass with an unreadable expression. Anaiyella simpered, of course, but when Rand glanced back, she was staring after him with a face to match Nandera’s. Bertome smiled as he made his leg, a dark smile with neither mirth nor pleasure in it.
Nandera did not speak even when they reached their destination, merely pointed to a closed door with one of her spears, turned on her heel, and strode back the way they had come. The Car’a’carn without a single Maiden to guard him. Did they think four Asha’man enough to keep him safe? Or was her departure another sign of displeasure?
“Do what I told you,” Rand said.
 The wide door, carved in vertical lines, swung open with a bang on a flow of Air. The other three took hold of saidin and followed Dashiva in, faces grim.
“The Dragon Reborn,” Dashiva’s voice sounded loud, magnified slightly by the Power, “the King of Illian, the Lord of the Morning, comes to see the woman, Cadsuane Melaidhrin.”
Rand stepped in, standing tall. He did not recognize the other weave Dashiva had created, but the air seemed to hum with menace, a sense of something inexorable approaching, drawing ever nearer.
“I sent for you, Cadsuane,” Rand said. He did not use weaves. His voice was hard and flat enough without aid.
The Green sister he remembered sat beside a small table with an embroidery hoop in her hands, an opened basket on the polished tabletop spilling out skeins of bright thread from some of its many compartments. She was exactly as he remembered. That strong face topped by an iron-gray bun decorated with small dangling golden fish and birds, stars and moons. Those dark eyes, seeming almost black in her fair face. Cool, considering eyes. Lews Therin gave a wail and fled at the sight of her.
“Well,” she said, setting the embroidery hoop on the table, “I must say I’ve seen better without paying. With all I’ve been hearing about you, boy, the least I expected was peals of thunder, trumpets in the heavens, flashing lights in the sky.” Calmly, she regarded the five stone-faced men who could channel, which should have been enough to make any Aes Sedai flinch. Calmly, she regarded the Dragon Reborn. “I hope one of you is at least going to juggle,” she said. “Or eat fire? I’ve always enjoyed watching gleemen eat fire.”
Flinn barked a laugh before catching himself, and even then raked a hand through his fringe of hair and seemed to be struggling with amusement. Morr and Hopwil exchanged looks both puzzled and more than a little outraged. Dashiva smiled unpleasantly, and the weave he was holding grew stronger, until Rand felt as if he wanted to look over his shoulder to see what was rushing toward him.
“It is enough that you know I am who I am,” Rand told her. “Dashiva, all of you, wait outside.”
Dashiva opened his mouth as if to protest. That had not been part of Rand’s instructions, but they were not going to overawe the woman, not this way. The man went, though, muttering to himself. Hopwil and Morr actually stepped out eagerly, with sidelong glances at Cadsuane. Flinn was the only one to make a dignified withdrawal, in spite of his limp. And he still seemed amused!
 At the same time, a heavy silver pitcher drifted up from a long, draped table across the room, making a loud ping as it was suddenly heated; steam gushed from the top, and it tipped over, whirling round and round like a slow top, as a silver cup darted up to neatly catch the dark pouring.
“Too hot, I think,” Rand said, and the glassed casements leaped from the tall, narrow windows. Snowflakes billowed in on an icy blast, and the cup soared out through one of the windows, soared back again, straight to his hand as he sat himself. Let her see how calm she could stay with a madman staring at her. The dark liquid was tea, too strong after his boiling, and bitter enough to set his teeth on edge. But the warmth was just right. His skin pebbled in the gusts howling into the room and flapping tapestries against the walls, but in the Void, that was far away, someone else’s skin.
“The Laurel Crown is prettier than some,” Cadsuane said with a faint smile. Her hair ornaments swayed whenever the wind rose, and small wisps flailed about her bun, but the only notice she took was to catch her embroidery hoop just before it was blown from the table. “I prefer that name. But you can’t expect me to be impressed by crowns. I’ve paddled the bottoms of two reigning kings and three queens. Not sitting rulers, you understand, once I was done with them, not for a day or so, but it did get their attention. You can see why crowns don’t impress me, though.”
Rand eased his jaw. Grinding his teeth would not help. He widened his eyes, hoping he looked insane instead of simply furious. “Most Aes Sedai avoid the Sun Palace,” he told her. “Except for those who have sworn fealty to me. And those I hold prisoner.” Light, what was he to do with those? As long as the Wise Ones kept them out of his hair, all was well enough.
“The Aiel seem to think I should come and go as I please,” she said absently, eyeing the hoop in her hand as if thinking of taking up her needle again. “A matter of some trifling help I gave some boy or other. Though why anyone but his mother should think him worth it, I can hardly say.”
Rand made another effort not to grind his teeth. The woman had saved his life. Her and Damer Flinn between them, and plenty of others in the bargain, Min among them. But he still owed Cadsuane something for that. Burn her. “I want you to be my advisor. I’m King of Illian now, and kings have Aes Sedai advisors.”
She gave his crown a dismissive glance. “Certainly not. An advisor has to stand and watch her charge make a muddle much too often to suit me. She also has to take orders, something I am particularly bad at. Won’t someone else do? Alanna, perhaps?”
Despite himself, Rand sat up straight. Did she know about the bond? Merana had said it was hard to keep anything from her. No; he could worry later about how much his “faithful” Aes Sedai were telling Cadsuane. Light, he wished Min could be wrong for once. But he would believe himself breathing water, first. “I . . . ” He could not make himself tell her that he needed her. No halter! “What if you didn’t have to swear any oaths?”
“I suppose that might work,” she said doubtfully, peering at her cursed stitchery. Her eyes rose to his. Considering. “You sound . . . uneasy. I don’t like to tell a man he’s afraid even when he has reason to be. Uneasy over a sister you haven’t turned into a tame lapdog snaring you in some fashion? Let me see. I can make you a few promises; perhaps they will set your mind at rest.  I won’t tolerate anyone lying to me, certainly—that’s another thing you’ll find decidedly uncomfortable—but I don’t expect you to tell me the deepest yearnings of your heart, either. Oh, yes. Whatever I do, it will be for your own good; not mine, not the good of the White Tower, yours. Now, does that ease your fears? Pardon me. Your unease.”
Wondering whether he was supposed to laugh, Rand stared at her. “Do they teach you how to do that?” he demanded. “Make a promise sound a threat, I mean.”
“Oh, I see. You want rules. Most boys do, whatever they say. Very well. Let me see. I cannot abide incivility. So you will be properly civil to me, to my friends, and my guests. That includes not channeling at them, in case you haven’t guessed, and holding your temper, which I understand is memorable. It also takes in your . . . companions in those black coats. A pity if I had to spank you for something one of them did. Does that suffice? I can make more, if you need them.”
Rand set his cup down beside the chair. The tea had gone cold as well as bitter. Snow was beginning to pile up in drifts beneath the windows. “I’m the one who’s supposed to go mad, Aes Sedai, but you already are.” Rising, he strode for the door.
“I do hope you haven’t tried to use Callandor,“ she said complacently behind him. “I have heard it’s vanished from the Stone. You managed to escape once, but you might not twice.”
He stopped short, looking over his shoulder.  The wind gusted, swirling snow around her, and she did not even lift her head. “What do you mean, escape?”
“What?” She did not look up. “Oh. Very few even in the Tower knew what Callandor is before you drew it, but there are surprising things hidden in musty corners of the Tower Library. I went rummaging some years ago, when I first had the suspicion you might be suckling at your mother’s breast. Just before I decided to go back into retirement. Babes are messy things, and I could not see how to find you before you stopped dripping at one end or the other.”
“What do you mean?” he demanded roughly.
Cadsuane looked up then, and with her hair flung about and snow settling on her dress, she looked a queen. “I told you I cannot abide incivility. If you ask for my help again, I expect you to ask politely. And I will expect an apology for your behavior today!”
“What do you mean about Callandor?”
“It is flawed,” she replied curtly, “lacking the buffer that makes other sa’angreal safe to use. And it apparently magnifies the taint, inducing wildness of the mind. So long as a man is using it, anyway. The only safe way for you to use The Sword That Is Not a Sword, the only way to use it without the risk of killing yourself, or trying to do the Light alone knows what insanity, is linked with two women, and one of them guiding the flows.”
Trying not to hunch his shoulders, he strode away from her. So it had been not just the wildness of saidin around Ebou Dar that had killed Adley. He had murdered the man the moment he sent Narishma for the thing.
Cadsuane’s voice pursued him. “Remember, boy. You must ask very nicely, and apologize. I might even agree, if your apology sounds truly sincere.”
Rand barely heard her. He had hoped to use Callandor again, hoped it would be strong enough. Now only one chance remained, and it terrified him. He seemed to hear another woman’s voice, a dead woman’s voice. You could challenge the Creator.


CONCEPT: Korean typography has always been an interesting topic to me. The alphabet is split between vowels and consonants. Every character has its own distinct shape and sound, and they are used in a very systematic way to express the written language of Korean. I decided to take the challenge of creating a new shape system for Korean, almost wrapping the letters around and filling it with a solid color.
SQUINTING: The method I approached was to take notice of the biggest visual characteristics per character. I used a variety of simple methods to scan the multiple variations of a letter and added image effects. The natural instinct to squint in order to see more "clearly" was an interesting concept I tested as well; it helped me compare what I saw to the processed images of the Korean characters. Upon extracting the primary shapes as well as the unique character accents, I thought that each letter could still be recognizable when the letters retained their outer primary shape. One of the more interesting features that Korean characters have, is that similar phonetic vowels like "ah" and "uh" are shaped the same way but the vertical orientation of the character is opposite. Using this as an advantage, the visuals actually reuse a lot of shapes, which simplifies the system.
Since each character has a distinct shape, the theory I had was that people would still be able to recognize characters when they are composed to make words or a full sentence. Without context, it would be challenging to understand each individual letter/character when they are alone because of the fact that the shapes are so simple.


The Digital Color palette is slightly different than the City of Gainesville official brand colors and the Department of Doing brand colors. We have migrated the official colors to similar colors in the USWDS2.0 color system token chart. Each color now has a number associated to it. These numbers will help you attain proper contrast ratios for accessibility and ADA compliance. Please read about the USWDS2.0 Magic Number below for more information.
Always use the USWDS2.0 color equivalent of a brand color to ensure appropriate contrast ratios. Link for more information.
We call the difference in grade between any two colors the magic number. Magic numbers have important contrast implications:
Use USWDS magic numbers to choose accessible color combinations from any palette and color family.
Here is an example of how to use it:
Our primary brand color is teal. The USWDS2.0 name for that color is: "mint-cool-30v"
The City of Gainesville digital brand aesthetic is focused on minimalism and accessibility. Visual design should support communication and usability. If you have any questions about visual design, please reach out to Jacqueline Stetson.
Use teal, navy, and cool grays as your starting point for visual designs.
Use secondary colors sparingly for call-to-actions, status, segmentation, borders, etc. Right now, we have a large secondary palette because it is merged City of Gainesville, Department of Doing, and UI needs. This section will be refined based on needs, but for now, you have a HEX value for each color of the rainbow. Contact Jacqueline for guidance on what colors to use when.
Use lighter hues as needed for rollovers, gradients, segmentation, etc. These are lighter shades of the secondary colors. Don't mix and match or use a tertiary color instead of our primary brand colors (teal and navy).
Use cool grays for backgrounds, borders, etc.
Make sure that you are following the Magic Number rule for contrast ratios. Colors with 40 and below, use Black font (#000000). Colors with 50 and above, use White font (#FFFFFF). Goal is to have a Magic Number of 70 or above.


Team guide, Accessibility bugs
The BBC is for everyone. Having an accessibility bug in your product could mean that it’s not for everyone.
Accessibility bugs can disable. They can prevent products and their content being available to and accessible to as many people as possible.
It’s a requirement of all the digital products we produce to meet the BBC Mobile Accessibility Guidelines or equivalent WCAG guidelines outside the UK, so they are accessible to the widest possible audience.
In addition to meeting these guidelines, the level of user experience for users of assistive technology should be comparable where possible, to that of those who don’t use assistive technology.
If you don’t meet a guideline or have a poor user experience when using assistive technology, you have an accessibility bug in your product.
What bugs mean for users
Accessibility bugs don't just apply to users with disabilities. Accessibility bugs mean that our content is not available to and accessible to as many users as possible. All users have different needs, at different times, and in different circumstances. For example, browsing in bright sunlight could make it hard to see the screen of a mobile device for a sighted user, meeting colour contrast levels limits this as much as possible.
Did you know that:
- One billion people in the world experience some form of disability. This number is expected to double by 2050.
- There are around 14.1 million disabled people in the UK, this means 1 in 5 of the population are disabled.
- Almost everyone is likely to experience some form of disability ─ temporary or permanent ─ at some point in life.
Sources: WHO and Department for Work & Pensions.
Back to page contentsTeams and accessibility bugs
Depending on the severity an accessibility bug can block a release.
How can my team avoid or limit the number of accessibility bugs?
Plan ahead, don’t leave accessibility to the end.
- Accessibility should be considered from the start of the product life cycle and throughout
- It’s going to be painful and expensive if you don’t fully consider accessibility until the end
Cross discipline solution
Accessibility is a cross discipline solution in which everyone in the team has a part to play, from Product Owner to Tester. It’s not just the role of a single software engineer in the team. Everyone is responsible for accessibility. Be clear what part you and your discipline have to play.
To help there are accessibility checklists for all team disciplines:
Practices and approaches
The following practices and approaches will help your team, if your team isn’t already carrying out these, start.
- Accessibility user research
- Accessibility design reviews
- Screen reader UX
- Accessibility acceptance criteria
- Development approach for accessible front-end code
- Testing with assistive technology
- Accessibility swarms
Finally, be proactive. Teams are responsible for the products they build. If you need guidance or reassurance, ask an Accessibility Champion or your Accessibility Lead.
Back to page contentsHow to categorise bugs
There are 3 categories of accessibility bugs:
P1 accessibility bugs
- Lead to exclusion
- Mean the user can't access content
- Must be fixed prior to release
- Always block a release (the only exception is legally mandated needs to deliver, such as an election, however even in such cases there is an overwhelming responsibility for the content to be accessible)
Not 100% sure if your bug is a P1, ask your Accessibility Lead or Engineering Manager.
P1 bug examples
Example 1 - P1
As a screen reader user, when navigating through the homepage, a heading is announced for ‘Top stories’, though I cannot see any of the top stories.
Why is this a P1? The user can't access content, in this case the top stories. Solution: Remove the code that is causing this content to be hidden to screen readers, such as an aria-hidden attribute.
Example 2 - P1
As a keyboard only user, when I press the ‘tab’ key to move between actionable elements on a page, such as links and buttons, I cannot tab to the ‘Menu’ button in the banner, and therefore cannot access the menu items.
Why is this a P1? The user can't access content, in this case some of the index pages of the website can’t be navigated to. Solution: Add the ‘Menu’ button to the tab order by using the appropriate semantic HTML element e.g. a button.
P2 accessibility bugs
- Make something harder
- Mean the user can access content though it's hard or causes annoyance
- Should be fixed prior to release (though on some occasions this might mean being live with a bug for a short period of time)
- Product decision whether to release with a P2 bug
- Aim to have as few of these as possible
P2 bug examples
Example 1 - P2
As a keyboard only user, when I activate the ‘Show more updates’ button, keyboard focus is taken to the top of the page.
Why is this a P2? The user can access content though it's hard or causes annoyance. After activating the ‘Show more updates’ button, the user has to navigate to the newly shown updates by starting their journey again from the top of the page, if the user isn’t a sighted user, they also have to identify the new content themselves. Solution: When the ‘Show more updates’ button is activated, move keyboard focus to the newly shown updates.
Example 2 - P2
As a screen reader user, I can navigate via the menu or list of links, this contains all the links that are on a given page. When I navigate to a ‘Read more’ link in this list, I am not sure what I would read more about. I also cannot distinguish the content of this link from the other 3 links in the list which are also described as ‘Read more’.
Why is this a P2? The user can access content though it's hard or causes annoyance. As a screen reader user if I am navigating via the menu or list of links, I may not know the context of a link and it can cause annoyance if I have to activate a link to identify the content of it. Solution: Make link text descriptive and if link text is duplicated on a page, ways of making each link unique must also be used, for example, by using an aria label or visually hidden off screen text.
P3 accessibility bugs
- Minor usability issue
- Mean the user can access content though there is a minor usability or user experience issue
- Could be fixed prior to release if time allows, alternatively at a later date
- Product decision whether to release with a P3 bug
- Aim to have a comparable UX for all users
P3 bug examples
Example 1 - P3
As a screen reader user, when I navigate to the ‘Share’ button on an article page, it does not announce if the content of the popup button is already displayed.
Why is this a P3? The user can access content though there is a minor usability or user experience issue. As a screen reader user, it would improve my user experience if the screen reader announced if the content of the popup button was expanded or collapsed. Solution: Add an aria-expanded attribute to the button element.
Example 2 - P3
As a keyboard only user, when I press the ‘tab’ key to move between actionable elements (such as links and buttons) on an article page, there isn’t a ‘Skip to content’ link in the banner, like there is on other pages, such as the homepage.
Why is this a P3? The user can access content though there is a minor usability or user experience issue. As a keyboard only user, it’s not a consistent experience site wide, on some pages there is a skip link and some pages there isn’t, this is inconsistent and confusing. Solution: Add the ‘Skip to content’ link to the banner on all pages. When the user activates this link, it should always take the user to the start of the main content.


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Title:††††††††††††††† Waltzing with Branches
Type:†††††††††††††† Tutorial
Duration:†††††††† 90 minutes
Speaker:††††††††† Chris Oldwood
Location:†††††††† Godmanchester, Cambridgeshire, UK
Audience:††††††† Beginner / intermediate
The use of branches within a version control system is a risk management technique. They are commonly used to minimise the risk of unanticipated side-effects when releasing critical changes to production, or to minimise the disruption to developer productivity when making changes to the base product. But branching is not the only means of managing risk and that is what this talk addresses Ė the forces that drive the use of branches, what are their problems, and what are the alternatives.
Branching during the evolution of a software product, either its over-use or complete avoidance, is just as susceptible to the malaise of the "cargo cult" as many other areas of development. The choice is not always made based on an informed decision with a careful weighing up of the pros and cons and their alternatives, but purely by following what practices the "cool" companies are (seen to be) using.
What is often misunderstood is how the same risks that historically have been mitigated through the use of branches might now be handled via the use of other, non-version-control related practices to ensure stability and productivity remains high in the face of continued change. Whilst there is still a time and a place for the use of branches we will discover when that might be, but equally spend as much time exploring the complimentary practices that help us to avoid their pitfalls.
Chris is a freelance developer who started out as a bedroom coder in the 80ís writing assembler on 8-bit micros; these days itís C++ and C# in plush corporate offices. He also commentates on the Godmanchester duck race and can be contacted via<EMAIL_ADDRESS>or @chrisoldwood.


Headwords
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form
Entries with a definition not contained within a sense.
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Entries
General introduction to XSLT
An XML application; a recommendation of the W3C: XSL Transformations (XSLT) Version 3.0 W3C Recommendation 8 June
2017
Based on XPath: addressing, selecting, functions
Core principle: Input + XSLT => Output
Usual usage: XML + XSLT => XML (e.g. XHTML)
Other useful usages:
XML + XSLT => Text (e.g. generation of CSV outputs)
Text + XSLT => XML (e.g. structuring of existing text input)
Making an XSLT stylesheet work
Baseline XSLT structure
The following example is a complete and workable stylesheet to generate an HTML output
from an XML document.
Linking an XSLT document to an existing XML document in Oxygen: Associate XSLT/CSS stylesheet (green pin).
Issues:
The XSLT namespace: http://www.w3.org/1999/XSL/Transform
xsl:output: importance of method and encoding
Default XSLT behaviour: traversal of the XML tree structure (from parent to child)
until text nodes are encountered and send to the output stream
xsl:template: intercepting the default behaviour
Intercepting the default behaviour
The xsl:template element provides a specific behaviour for any node fulfilling the constraint in match
Important: dealing with the namespace of the input document. Two possibilities:
declaring the namespace with a prefix and using the prefix for all TEI elements:
declaring a default namespace for XPath constructs by means of xpath-default-namespace:
We adopt the latter in the rest of the tutorial.
Playing with further presentational aspects:
Headwords in bold:
Examples in italics (Note: use of constraints in XPath):
Putting parentheses around pronunciations:
[
]
Variant: dealing with cases where the pronunciation is already in square brackets:
[
]
Logical operators: and and not
Removing leading and trailing whitespaces with normalize-space()
String functions in XSLT: start-with() and ends-with()
Dealing with senses: presenting sense as a new line, numbering senses when they do
not have a n attribute.
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Main features:
Using axes: preceding-sibling::*
Arithmetic functions: count(), +
Multiple tests using xsl:choose (with xsl:when and xsl:otherwise)
Intercepting the root element
Setting up the global structure of the output document and selecting the objects to
visualise:
In real life: this is usually the first template to implement.
First notions of cherry picking
Showing the body only:
Building up a simple HTML head:
Using oXygen to get the appropriate XPath expression.
Sorting objects by means of xsl:sort
Using xsl:sort requires two main elements:
A context that selects a group of nodes to be sorted (e.g. xsl:apply-templates)
A sort key that can be extracted for each node of the group
Sorting all orthographic forms as a header to the output document (e.g. to carry out
a diagnosis).
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Dictionary check-ups
Entries without forms
XPath and XSLT mechanisms in use:
Complex XML tree traversal with xsl:apply-templates
Testing the existence of a given child element (Does entry contain form?)
XPtath function: not()
Definition not embedded in a sense
The TEI lex 0 initiative recommends that all definitions (def) are actually part of an encompassing sense
Identifying duplicate entries
Looking for all the different forms in the dictionary and checking those for which
there exist more than one entry.
XPath and XSLT mechanisms in use:
XPtah function: distinct-values()
Creating variables with xsl:variable
Iterator XSLT construct: xsl:for-each
Arithmetic operator: count() and >
Loosing the context node within an iteration (hence the theDictionary variable
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Different words used in definitions
XPath and XSLT mechanisms in use:
XPtath iterator: for X in Y return Z with local variables
XPath tokenise()
Practical separator attribute on xsl:value-of
Complementary remarks
Favour a highly modular XSLT programming style to ensure conciseness and ease of maintenance.
Therefore, always prefer xsl:apply templates to xsl:for-each when applicable
When a stylesheet is not working, the main issue is usually a wrongly declared namespace.
Pay attention to this when implementing an XML2XML scenario
Take a regular look at the XPath and XSLT quick references (Quick Reference Cards from Mulberry Technologies,
Inc.): be curious to discover new functions, at least to know they exist.


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This is my report-page in the course. This page contains a presentation of myself.
This is my information
My name is John Daley and I grew up in the small town called Centerville in Pennsylvania, USA. It has a population of 128, which is to say I was greatly outnumbered by cows. I spent a lot of time playing in the forest and I was the family tech support guy
I discovered programming when I was studying at komvux in Tibro, I needed more classes to get full csn, and my math teacher also taught the programming course. He recommended I took a course in programming and that lead me to the school I am in now.
I have a few hobbies and they always seem to be changing, but gaming, tennis, reading and listen to nerdy podcasts
I once went skydiving and I am afraid of heights
Find me at github!


Dave Hutchinson drew most of his support from the urban core of Minneapolis, whereas most of the precincts Rich Stanek won were in the less densely populated suburbs. This map shows who won each precinct, shaded by the number of votes cast per square mile.


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About Geddit
Geddit is an open-source web app that allows you to keep Notes and To-Do lists powered by a Django backend.
The project has two modules, the Notes app and the To-Do app :
The Notes module is made using Django, Bootstrap and well, DHTML. The To-Do app will be built using the same
technologies as the Notes module.
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Data Structure¶
Stacks and Queues¶
LIFO:
PUSH('A')
PUSH('B')
x = POP()
y = POP()
PRINT x y
output:
B A
Sample Problem:
A star indicates a pop operation and a letter indicates push the letter.
What would be the next item to be popped?
Z A * N * S * O M * * Y O R * * G * X A * D E S * * *
Answer: X
The operations can be quickly simplified as:
Z Y X
FIFO:
PUSH('A')
PUSH('B')
x = POP()
y = POP()
PRINT x y
output:
A B
Stack in Python3¶
Using List¶
stack = []
stack.append('A')
stack.append('B')
print(stack)
stack.pop()
print(stack)
Using Queue¶
stack.append('A')
stack.append('B')
print(stack)
stack.pop(0)
print(stack)
List¶
ACSL:
Although ACSL does not cover linked lists per se, they are a great preliminary
study for binary search trees.
Example Problem: reverse list
# Definition for singly-linked list.
class ListNode:
def __init__(self, val=0, next=None):
self.val = val
self.next = next
class Solution:
def reverseList(self, head: ListNode) -> ListNode:
if head and head.next:
h2 = ListNode(head.val)
head = head.next
while head is not None:
h2, h2.next, head = head, h2, head.next
return h2
return head
t = TestCase()
s = Solution()
r = ListNode(1)
h = ListNode(2, r)
h = ListNode(3, h)
h = s.reverseList(h)
t.assertEqual(1, h.val)
r = h.next
t.assertEqual(2, r.val)
r = r.next
t.assertEqual(3, r.val)
Solution: List Sample Problem
Trees¶
Some different terms:
root leaf / external node internal node
Our ACSL convention places duplicate keys into the tree as if they were less
than their equal key. (In some textbooks and software libraries, duplicate
keys may be considered larger than their equal key.)
Our ACSL convention is that an external node is the name given to a place
where a new node could be attached to the tree. (In some textbooks, an external
node is synonymous with a leaf node.)
This tree has 9 external nodes and 31 external path length.

Recursive Travel¶
Although ACSL topics doesn’t include recusive function, the recursive tree travelling algorithm is a basic knowledge and skill of data structure.
Let’s have a look at an example:
l = TreeNode(1, TreeNode(3), TreeNode(4))
r = TreeNode(2, TreeNode(5), TreeNode(6))
n = TreeNode(0, l, r)
reslt = []
def firsttravel(root: TreeNode, reslt) -> List:
reslt.append(root.val)
firsttravel(root.l)
firsttravel(root.r)
# [0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]
print(reslt)
Source file: first visiting tree travelling example
Exercise: implement a last visiting algorithm. With the tree above, print
[6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0]
Priority Queues¶
A priority queue is quite similar to a binary search tree, but one can only delete the smallest item and retrieve the smallest item only. These insert and delete operations can be done in a guaranteed time proportional to the log (base 2) of the number of items; the retrieve-the-smallest can be done in constant time.
The queue is usually called as heap, or min heap. In python/python3, it’s heapq.
A heap can implemented with an array. The parent-children relation is fixed with indexes:
parent = (child - 1) // 2
l-child = parent * 2 + 1
r-child = parent * 2 + 2
0 1 2 0 1 2 3 4 5 6
0 0
1 2 1 2
3 4 5 6
Here is what Python 3.9 documents define a heap:
arrays for which heap[k] <= heap[2*k+1] and heap[k] <= heap[2*k+2] for all k,
counting elements from zero
Adding an element:
0 1 2 3 4 ?
0
1 2
3 4 ?
Then competing up.
Deleting an element (heap can only delete the first/top):
0 1 2 3 4 5 1 3 2 5 4
( ) (5) 1 1
1 2 1 2 (5) 2 5 2
3 4 5 3 4 3 4 3 4
Actually pop the top, move last, then competing downward.
Exercise: implement a min-heap.
class MinHeap():
'''
Implement a min-heap
'''
def peek():
return self.h[0]
def pop():
t = self.h.pop(0)
# Your task: implement moving then competing downward
return t
def push(v):
self.h.append(v)
# Your task: implement competing upward
pass
Solution: MinHeap (local)


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Experienced Software Engineer with a demonstrated history of working in the information technology and services industry.
Skilled in Python, Erlang and Bash.
Strong engineering professional with a Bachelor of Engineering (B.Eng.) focused in Software Engineering from McMaster University.
Little more details about me :)
Below are my skills, I consider myself to be at the Intermediate in all the languages, I strive to learn everyday and keep on improving my skills.
Below is my work experience, where I have added some detailed information which is not listed in my resume.
April 2018 - Present
Leading the migration from Bitbucket to Gerrit.
Developed a script using Bash to automate auto-propagation from source branch to the target branch which would save a designer an average of 30 minutes per delivery.
Creating and running automated nightly builds while including sanity tests to discover any newly produced bugs earlier; reducing bug fixing time from 1-2 days to a few hours.
Saved at least 4 hours of work by writing a script using Python to ensure that repetitive tasks such as “splitting the branches” are not done manually and that human errors are eliminated.
Setting up and maintaining automated build scripts in Jenkins which are written in Bash and Python.
Configuration and automation of the build process for Continuous Integration.
Worked across teams to provide solutions that ensure quality from requirements to delivery stage.
Responsible to provide and/or restrict permission to authorized people for their Gerrit code review.
Integrate GIT/Gerrit and Jenkins to automate the code checkout process.
Ensure that our team's system has correct monitoring and alerts in place so that we know that there is an issue before our customers do.
Drive operational excellence initiatives across multiple teams to ensure that the operational burden is lowered when possible and high severity issues are avoided in the future.
December 2014 - April 2015
Led the network introduction activity for L17.Q3 and 17.Q4 at CMCC(Customer) in Changzhou, China. Aided regional competence development and drove project execution towards roll out.
Improved efficiency, and readability of DLFSS test suite through code refactoring, optimization, and documentation which brought down run-time by 75%.
Used Python to create a tool which scrapes information from the SQL database and plots different telemetries which help to visualize utilization of lab equipment and execution time of test cases throughout the site.
Traveled to Poland to conduct in-depth training on troubleshooting Automated/Manual test cases to be transferred.
Monitored daily activities to determine underperforming cells resulting in KPI degradation.
Experienced with Qualcomm, Android and Apple UEs used to test features such as 2CC, 3CC, CSFB, Inter-Intra eNodeB handovers, etc.
Experienced using Qualcomm GUI tool to troubleshoot low throughput or cell connectivity issues by analyzing RSRP, RSRQ, SINR, BLER, etc.
Monitored the L3 trace to check the signal flows from UE, eNodeB, MME, SGW, etc.
Created IoT Cat-M Web GUI using HTML, CSS which was demoed live in Atlanta and Saskatoon.
Responsible for verifying if CAT-M UE was attached with the latest load; achieving throughput of 300kbps.
Running UDP/TCP traffic using iPerf servers while verifying pdcp counters to troubleshoot traffic related issues.
Executed System Information 8txrx & 4txrx (MIMO) test suite to verify the desired throughput.
Used Erlang & JCAT, both proprietary test automation frameworks based on TestNG to automate test cases after discussion with TM, Designer, etc.
Analyzed test logs for further investigation into a separate environment and product issues.
Bug Tracking and Reporting with JIRA.
Reported and tracked defects till resolution.
Actively involved in peer review of test case creation and maintenance through Gerrit.
May 2014 - Nov 2014
Handled the task of troubleshooting automation system issues, developed and maintained Erlang based Test cases and Bash scripts.
Developed and deployed several test case scenarios for testing LTE features and sanity test suites for the test automation framework.
Contributed to the feature development and bug fix for a test automation framework using Java and TestNG that has increased the effectiveness of the testing on site by having a drag and drop option for the testers to use instead of coding.
Troubleshoot, debugged and setup of LTE testing systems (Base station, simulation, real phones, etc.) from manual and automation testing reports that aided in catching important bugs before being released to the customer.
Steered knowledge sharing sessions regarding new tools, test cases, and any new findings.
May 2012 - Aug 2013
Manually tested restart of WCDMA/CDMA/LTE nodes to ensure defect free connectivity.
Verified throughput variations with QoS by using different UEs.
Checked RSRP, RSRQ, SINR, etc values in Aeroflex TM500 to calibrate CCN to correct values.
Reported bugs in MHWeb to the on-site team with clear and concise reproducible steps.
Downloaded the latest Qualcomm software onto UE devices.
Used iPerf; FTP/UDP/TCP traffic for testing purposes.
Facilitated the relocation of the company resources by planning and testing equipment set up.
May 2014
Awarded 1st place for improving an existing tool that helped testers perform a deeper analysis on KPI at 60% faster rate than before.
Sep 2014
Awarded 1st place for presenting a proposal to automate a manual step which brought reduced execution time by 95%.
2008 - 2014
B.Eng. in Software Engineering, 2014.
Undergraduate Coursework: Software Testing; Databases; Algorithms; Software Design – capstone project; Calculus.
2007 - 2008
High School Diploma
Kindly, go and check the links below to my projects on github.
Any feedback is welcome :)
Ottawa, Ontario
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An implementation of Bayesian single-arm phase II design methods for binary outcome based on posterior probability (Thall and Simon (1994) <doi:10.2307/2533377>) and predictive probability (Lee and Liu (2008) <doi:10.1177/1740774508089279>).
| Version: | 0.0.2 |
| Imports: | stats, Rcpp (≥ 0.12.15) |
| LinkingTo: | Rcpp |
| Published: | 2018-02-26 |
| Author: | Kengo Nagashima [aut, cre] |
| Maintainer: | Kengo Nagashima <nshi1201 at gmail.com> |
| License: | GPL-3 |
| NeedsCompilation: | yes |
| Materials: | README NEWS |
| In views: | ExperimentalDesign |
| CRAN checks: | ph2bayes results |
| Reference manual: | ph2bayes.pdf |
| Package source: | ph2bayes_0.0.2.tar.gz |
| Windows binaries: | r-devel: ph2bayes_0.0.2.zip, r-release: ph2bayes_0.0.2.zip, r-oldrel: ph2bayes_0.0.2.zip |
| OS X binaries: | r-release: ph2bayes_0.0.2.tgz, r-oldrel: ph2bayes_0.0.2.tgz |
| Old sources: | ph2bayes archive |
Please use the canonical form https://CRAN.R-project.org/package=ph2bayes to link to this page.


getArray(): Observable< ArrayResponse >
getArray() method is used to get a T object in database with a GET http request
This method needs that your app respects the Genese standards :
* You must add a genese param to your model to specify the endpoint's path :
* You must add a specific genese param "gnArrayResponse" to indicate to Genese that you're waiting an array of arrays :
* The endpoint must wait a GET method.
* The api path must respect the REST api standards for a GET method (example : http://my-path/array-of-arrays-of-books)
In this example, the getArray() method gets an array of array of books from the NestJS backend.
CAUTION :
The getArray() method doesn't return an ArrayOfArraysOfBooks object, but the content of the gnArrayResponse property, ie a Book[][] object.
Open your navigator console. In the tab "Network", you'll find the data received from GET request. In the tab "Console", you'll can compare these original data with the formatted objects sent as Observable by Genese. As you can see, Genese formatted the returned object with "Book[][]" type.


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14-Feb-19 10:42 AM
[telegram] <YESguy> hi guys . komodo shielded TXs are available ?
[telegram] <Boot_Leg> Lol, I have at least being doing this so don't worry :) thanks for the memes though. All banter. (re @tim87: )
[telegram] <YESguy> private komodo transactions are working ??
[telegram] <YESguy> ja uda nein ?
[telegram] <Acura360> January 18 , 2019 (re @YESguy: omfg but is like that from december2018)
[telegram] <YESguy> and when will be available or will not be anymore? (re @Acura360: January 18 , 2019)
[telegram] <Acura360> DO you have read the Link that i have been posting for you ?? (re @YESguy: and when will be available or will not be anymore?)
[telegram] <YESguy> i m sorry but english is not my first language and is hard to understand those blockchain words/terms can you tell pe if will be available in the future or komodo will not use shielded transactions anymore ? much oblige (re @Acura360: DO you have read the Link that i have been posting for you ??)
[telegram] <emman_utrum> It will not use shielded transactions anymore.
However, a linked chain will be created, that will serve for this purpose. (re @YESguy: i m sorry but english is not my first language and is hard to understand those blockchain words/terms can you tell pe if will be available in the future or komodo will not use shielded transactions anymore ? much oblige)
[telegram] <emman_utrum> Today you can trade for PIRATE (ARRR) at any moment, and then back to KMD, what anonymizes you better than built-in shielded transactions.
(edited)
[telegram] <YESguy> so i will need to download another blochchaine if i wanna use kmd private addresses ? (re @emman_utrum: It will not use shielded transactions anymore.
However, a linked chain will be created, that will serve for this purpose.)
[telegram] <YESguy> i never heard about arrr (re @emman_utrum: Today you can trade for PIRATE (ARRR) at any moment, and then back to KMD, what anonymizes you better than built-in shielded transactions.)
[telegram] <emman_utrum> We don't know, perhaps it'll be SPV? (re @YESguy: so i will need to download another blochchaine if i wanna use kmd private addresses ?)
[telegram] <emman_utrum> Check digitalprice.io
[telegram] <emman_utrum> it's traded there
[telegram] <YESguy> ok .to bad komodo was nice and fast ..
[telegram] <emman_utrum> yes, but not very useful for anonymity (re @YESguy: ok .to bad komodo was nice and fast ..)
[telegram] <YESguy> but i do understand privacy coins are not well see by adopters
[telegram] <emman_utrum> Do you think that Zcash is not well seen by adopters? (re @YESguy: but i do understand privacy coins are not well see by adopters)
[telegram] <YESguy> nop (re @emman_utrum: Do you think that Zcash is not well seen by adopters?)
[telegram] <YESguy> also monero
[telegram] <YESguy> governments dont like those coins
[telegram] <emman_utrum> I don't like governments, so... we're even. (re @YESguy: governments dont like those coins)
[telegram] <YESguy> yeah but as you see many exchanges delist zcash monero..japan australia (re @emman_utrum: I don't like governments, so... we're even.)


http://www.cs.famaf.unc.edu.ar/~laura/shallowdisc4summ/discmar/index.html
© 2006 Laura Alonso Alemany
This is the seminal discourse marker lexicon used in the thesis Representing discourse for automatic text summarization via shallow NLP techniques. The discourse markers listed here were the primary source of evidence to draw the semantic maps to obtain an inventory of basic discursive meanings. This lexicon is also the basis for the implementations of a discourse segmenter and for the discourse analysis exploited by the e-mail summarizer Carpanta.
The lexicon is parallel in three languages: Catalan, Spanish and English. Therefore, in this starting version of the lexicon we have only included those discourse markers that have a near-synonym in one of the other languages. Those that do not have a near-synonym have been included in the extended version of the lexicon created by bootstrapping techniques applied to this starting lexicon.
The discourse markers that constitute the prototypical lexicon were obtained from previous work, mostly Knott (1996) and Marcu (1997), with the restriction that they are highly grammaticalized. We have also included in the lexicon some closed class words, obtained from the dictionary of the FreeLing morphosyntactic analyzer. We have discarded closed class words that are very vague and highly ambiguous discourse markers.
In this lexicon, discourse markers are characterized by their structural (continuation or elaboration) and semantic (revision, cause, equality, context) meanings, and they are also associated to a morphosyntactic class (part of speech, PoS), one of adverbial (A), phrasal (P) or conjunctive (C).
No information has been encoded about the reliability of discourse markers with respect to their discursive (vs. sentential) function. The only information of this kind that we provide is that discourse markers that are highly ambiguous with respect to their function are not included in the lexicon.
Sometimes a discourse marker is underspecified with respect to a meaning. We encode this with a hash. This tends to happen with structural meanings, because these meanings can well be established by discursive mechanisms other than discourse markers, and the presence of the discourse marker just reinforces the relation, whichever it may be.
Sometimes a discourse marker is ambiguous with respect to two meanings. In this cases, we write the predominant meaning in italics, and the secondary meaning in parentheses, or both of them in italics if no predominant meaning can be determined. Resolving such ambiguities normally requires information about the context of occurrence, but we have not associated discourse markers with the contextual features that can be of aid to disambiguate them. Nevertheless, it seems that determining the adequate meaning associated to a particular instance of a discourse marker can be well addressed by general procedures, directly implemented in those algorithms that exploit the information stored in a lexicon (segmentation algorithms, discourse parsers, etc.).
All in all, the lexicon is formed by 84 discourse markers, representing different discursive meanings. Some discourse markers have been assigned to more or less than one meaning per dimension, because they are ambiguous or underspecified, respectively.
| revision | cause | equality | context | total | |
| elaboration | 4 | 9 | 10 | 22 | 41 |
| continuation | 9 | 9 | 6 | 4 | 28 |
| underspecified | 1 | -- | 10 | 4 | 15 |
| total | 14 | 18 | 26 | 32 | 84 |


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B.10 References
A good place to turn for additional theoretical and practical information on compression is at the <comp.compression> FAQ:
<http://www.faqs.org/faqs/compression-faq/>
A research article on word-based Huffman encoding inspired my simple example of word-based compression. The article "Fast and Flexible Word Searching on Compressed Text," by Edleno Silva de Moura, Gonzalo Navarro, Nivio Ziviani, and Ricardo Baeza-Yates, can be found at:
<http://citeseer.nj.nec.com/silvademoura00fast.html>
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Type: Bug
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Status: Open
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Resolution: Unresolved
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Environment:Hudson 1.363 SUN Java 1.6.0_14 (Linux (centOS 5) [fails]
Hudson 1.308 SUN Java 1.6.0_13 (Linux (centOS 5) [works]
Description
The error message when proxy auth fails (behind a windows ISA server) is no longer suitable for showing the actual issue.
With 1.308 you see
java.io.IOException: Unable to tunnel through proxy. Proxy returns "HTTP/1.1 407 Proxy Authentication Required ( The ISA Server requires authorization to fulfill the request. Access to the Web Proxy filter is denied. )" at sun.net.www.protocol.http.HttpURLConnection.doTunneling(Unknown Source)
...
With 1.363 you see
java.net.ProtocolException: Server redirected too many times (20) at sun.net.www.protocol.http.HttpURLConnection.getInputStream(Unknown Source) at hudson.model.UpdateCenter$UpdateCenterConfiguration.testConnection(UpdateCenter.java:603) at hudson.model.UpdateCenter$UpdateCenterConfiguration.checkUpdateCenter(UpdateCenter.java:456)
...
From this it looks like the update center is broken and not the proxy authentication that is incorrect.
See URL for a discussion
might help if you can narrow down when the regression occurred (which hudson release)..


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Setup
library(tidyverse)
library(DiagrammeR)
Separating concept and appeal
It can be useful to separate the content or concept from its graphical/visual implementation. For this reasons, slide shows have disadvantages: You spend a lot of time dragging arrows and boxes. This time would be better spend in thinking about why and where to move your arrows and boxes.
In addition, software that intermingles concept and representation typically is a vendor lock: You cannot (easily) get out if you find some more useful softare.
That’s why flowcharts and similar charts are usefully expressd in text. Then there should be some simple software which renders such proces descriptions into nice graphs.
Mermaid
Mermaid is a nice little tool for drawing diagrams such as flowcharts.
Mermaid via R
mermaid1 <-
"flowchart LR
subgraph id1 [Rahmen]
direction LR
import(Daten einlesen)
subgraph eda [EDA]
direction TB
cleanse(Daten aufbereiten) --> sum
sum(Daten zusammenfassen) --> vis(Daten visualisieren)
end
import(Daten importieren) --> eda
eda --> mo(Daten modellieren)
mo --> report(Ergebnisse kommunizieren)
end
"
Now let’s render:
mermaid(mermaid1)
Unfortunately, the R version does not support all the types of graphs which are supported by this implmenentation.
It appears that the following features are not supported by the R version:
- flowcharts
- subgraphs
- connecting subgraphs with arrows
Thus, let’s go for this reduced version:
mermaid2 <-
"graph LR
import(Daten einlesen)
cleanse(Daten aufbereiten) --> sum
sum(Daten zusammenfassen) --> vis(Daten visualisieren)
import(Daten importieren) --> cleanse
vis --> mo(Daten modellieren)
mo --> report(Ergebnisse kommunizieren)"
mermaid(mermaid2)
From website
After having entered the source code on the live editor, we get back a markdown image link, pointing to the resource. Very comfortable. Of course, it is also possible to download an image file (png, jpg).


Predicted Digit = NaN
Handwritten Digit Recognition created using Convolutional Neural Network. User will have to write a digit in pad provided it will inference what digit was written. This project provide basic structure for creating machine learning based web applications.
The model used here was trained in python with tensorflow then model was converted to tensorflowjs model. This model is hosted in firebase hosting Here.
inferencing from model is done in client side using javascript with tensorflowjs.


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The looking action describes the
player's current room and any visible items, but is made more complicated
by the problem of visibility. Inform calculates this by dividing the room
into visibility levels. For an actor on the floor of a room, there is only
one such level: the room itself. But an actor sitting on a chair inside
a packing case which is itself on a gantry would have four visibility levels:
chair, case, gantry, room. The looking rules use a special phrase, 'the
visibility-holder of X', to go up from one level to the next: thus the
visibility-holder of the case is the gantry.
The 'visibility level count' is the number of levels which the player can
actually see, and the 'visibility ceiling' is the uppermost visible level.
For a player standing on the floor of a lighted room, this will be a count
of 1 with the ceiling set to the room. But a player sitting on a chair in
a closed opaque packing case would have visibility level count 2, and
visibility ceiling equal to the case. Moreover, light has to be available
in order to see anything at all: if the player is in darkness, the level
count is 0 and the ceiling is nothing.
Finally, note that several actions other than looking also produce room
descriptions in some cases. The most familiar is going, but exiting a
container or getting off a supporter will also generate a room description.
(The phrase used by the relevant rules is 'produce a room description with
going spacing conventions' and carry out or report rules for newly written
actions are welcome to use this too if they would like to. The spacing
conventions affect paragraph division, and note that the main description
paragraph may be omitted for a place not newly visited, depending on the
VERBOSE settings.) Room descriptions like this are produced by running the
check, carry out and report rules for looking, but are not subject to
before, instead or after rules: so they do not count as a new action. The
looking variable 'room-describing action' holds the action name of the
reason a room description is currently being made: if the player typed
LOOK, this will indeed be set to the looking action, but if we're
describing a room just reached by GO EAST, say, it will be set to the going
action. This can be used to customise carry out looking rules so that
different forms of description are used on going to a room as compared with
looking around while already there.
Typed commands leading to this action
"look/l"
Named values belonging to this action
room-describing action - action name
abbreviated form allowed - truth state
visibility level count - number
visibility ceiling - object
Rules controlling this action
set action variables for looking determine visibility ceiling rule name unlist
carry out declare everything unmentioned rule name unlist
carry out room description heading rule name unlist 3
carry out room description body text rule name unlist 1
carry out room description paragraphs about objects rule name unlist
carry out check new arrival rule name unlist
report an actor looking other people looking rule name unlist 1


Bachelor thesis - Mike Boss
Zeus
Apollo
Helios
Artemis
Belenios
Verifiability
+
Privacy
3. Tally
ZKP: 0 or 1
3. Tally
| 1. Vote creation | Benaloh Challenge |
| 2. Vote submission | Login & send |
| 3. Tally | Homomorphic tallying |
(Voter-initiated-audit)
...
Security: Audit on multiple devices
Privacy: Interactive creation of indirection
| Alice | ↔ | |
| Bob | ↔ | |
| Charlie | ↔ |
| ↔ | I7ngr2d | |
| ↔ | l02JfTp | |
| ↔ | d38Gnd |
Problem
💻 can tell which ballot 📲 submitted
Solution
📲 for privacy
🖥 for receipt-freeness
1. 💻 → 🖥 → 📲:
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|
↔ | |
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|
↔ |
2. 📲 → 🖥
3. 🖥 → 💻
Against ballot stuffing
Against malicious voting terminal
sends to all voters
Enter cast code => ✅? => Enter lock-in code
💻 switches ballot with entered cast code
Enter lock-in code only if same ballot
Mix-net => No change
Homomorphic tally => ZKP's invalid ❌
Groth-Sahai proofs re-randomizable ✅
PrivApolloMultiple devices Indirection |
BeleniosRFRe-encryption Receipt-freeness |
Security + Privacy
Receipt-freeness
More election modes than BeleniosVS
Easier to implement
Benaloh Challenge
Works
Simple
Helios code base
Wrong encoding
Not finished


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