Crane Softwrights Ltd.Page Sequence Master Interleave (PSMI)BackgroundThe sequencing of page geometry available in http://www.w3.org/TR/xsl/ (XSL-FO 1.0) does not accommodate the need to change the page geometry based on content in the flow found inside a page sequence. An instance of the XSL-FO 1.0 vocabulary is fairly flat, with block-level constructs as the children of paginated flows in page sequences, and does not allow page sequences to nest. When a given construct in the flow needs a different page geometry than its sibling constructs, it is the responsibility of the process creating the XSL-FO instance to package the siblings in separate sibling page sequences. When using XSLT, these XSL-FO block-level constructs are often triggered from processing deep within the hierarchical source instance, from template rules matching elements that have been pushed from other elements. Sibling constructs in the XSL-FO flow are very often not found as sibling constructs in the XML that created the XSL-FO flow. Publishing requirements rarely need these deeply nested constructs to trigger an alternative page geometry than the page geometry of the current page sequence, but when this is the case it can be very awkward to write the XSLT to accommodate aberrant constructs. When found not very deep in the document structure, a common approach is to recursively walk through the structure up until the aberrant construct, process the construct in a different geometry, and then continue walking until the next aberrant construct is found. Such a strategy throws away the inherent XSLT processing model of acting on the levels of a hierarchical data structure. This Page Sequence Master Interleave (PSMI) formatting semantic makes the job of interleaving page sequence master references much easier when dealing with deeply nested source XML structure. |
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Consider the real-world situation that triggered the need for this in our own experience where we needed to accommodate landscaped tables in the middle of flow. Every other construct, and all other tables, were to be printed in portrait geometry, but the user periodically called for a "top-level" (block-level) landscaped table somewhere deep in the structure of the document.
The first thought was to just change the orientation of the reference area in which the table was rendered. Since a table isn't a reference area, a block container was introduced into the flow and the reference orientation altered 90 degrees in order to lay the table on its side. This was entirely acceptable for small tables, but when the table needs to flow to the next page, the container is limited in size to the page it is on and an overflow condition is triggered. The answer is to switch the page sequence to a landscaped geometry, put only the landscaped table in this new geometry, and then switch back to the portrait geometry until the next landscaped table is found. But since these pages are siblings, and the building of the result is hierarchical, the non-hierarchical strategy of recursive calls walking sequentially through content is the only way to produce the desired result using only XSL-FO semantics.
There is no way (that we could think of) to just have the page-level table continued in rotated mode on subsequent pages of the portrait geometry using only XSL-FO semantics. If someone knows how this can be done, please let us know and we won't need to continue supporting this customized semantic.
Think of how difficult the XSLT stylesheet must be to switch page sequences according to XSL-FO semantics. One must only process as much of the content up to the first landscaped table in the first page sequence, then startup a new page sequence just for the landscaped table, then repeat the process recursively for any and all constructs after the landscaped table. This breaks the hierarchical process inherent in markup processing for which XSLT is designed.
Note the issue is moot for a landscaped construct found within another construct (such as a list item's body), since the geometry of the list item body is stuck in the portrait page geometry and any overflow condition of the landscaped construct is a true overflow condition. The need for PSMI only arises when dealing with a page-level construct that needs to start on a new page in a new page geometry.
The PSMI semantic is implemented for all XSL-FO engines through the use of the supplied XSLT stylesheet acting on the result of one's transformation to rearrange and restructure page sequences to accommodate interleaved page sequence masters as properly ordered XSL-FO page sequences.
One writes their XSLT producing XSL-FO+PSMI as they would for just XSL-FO. The PSMI stylesheet translates an XSL-FO+PSMI instance into a pure XSL-FO instance, thus allowing PSMI to be used with any XSL-FO engine. To be truly independent, this two-step process happens outside of the XSL-FO engine since XSL-FO engines only implement a single transformation before interpreting the XSL-FO vocabulary.
An example process using nameless XSL processors:
xslt example.xml example.xsl example.psmi ;produce the XSL-FO+psmi xslt example.psmi psmi.xsl example.fo ;interpret the psmi XSL-FO example.fo example.pdf ;interpret the XSL-FO
If an XSL-FO engine requires both an XML instance and an XSLT stylesheet to operate, and not just an XSL-FO instance, one can do the two-step transformation outside of the engine and then supply the result XSL-FO instance as the XML input and the identity transform (<xsl:copy-of select="/"/> supplied in the package as copyofall.xsl) as the XSLT stylesheet.
When choosing to switch the page geometry to another orientation, one could choose from a couple of alternatives based on the formatting requirement.
To preserve the binding (headers and footers), one could maintain the same geometry of the portrait dimensions in the landscape presentation and only change the reference orientation of the body region of the page. If, say, 90° was used then all content in the body would be in landscape but the headers and footers would remain in portrait. This is the basis of the included example.xsl (above).
Alternatively, one may wish to have different headers and footers because the content is in landscape. This is the basis of the included example2.xsl which also shows the page dimensions of the landscape geometry having been swapped from those of the portrait geometry:
The entire vocabulary consists of one element type that has only one attribute which is required.
The one <{http://www.CraneSoftwrights.com/resources/psmi}:page-sequence> construct is a block-level construct that must be an immediate child of an <{http://www.w3.org/1999/XSL/Format}:flow> construct and not a descendant of any other PSMI construct. An error is reported and transformation halts if the PSMI construct is found anywhere it is not allowed, and no result is produced.
The PSMI page sequence has the same XSL-FO namespace children as the XSL-FO page sequence, but only one of the attributes (master-reference= which is required) and no inheritable attributes or extension attributes. If you wish to specify inheritable attributes, these can go on the flow child of the PSMI page sequence.
The stylesheet writer's normal course of business is to emit page- or column-level block constructs as children of the flow of a page sequence. When an alternative page geometry is needed for one of these top-level block constructs, this construct is put out as a child of a PSMI page sequence's flow in the XSL-FO flow, instead of just simply as a child of the XSL-FO flow as in example3.psmi, which also shows overriding the portrait footer with a landscape footer:
<fo:page-sequence master-reference="frame-portrait"> <fo:title>A test sequence in portrait</fo:title> <fo:static-content flow-name="frame-before"> <fo:block text-align="center">Common header</fo:block> </fo:static-content> <fo:static-content flow-name="frame-after"> <fo:block text-align="center">Portrait footer</fo:block> </fo:static-content> <fo:flow flow-name="frame-body"> <fo:block>Block before change in geometry</fo:block> <psmi:page-sequence master-reference="frame-land"> <fo:title>Landscape page</fo:title> <fo:static-content flow-name="frame-after"> <fo:block text-align="center">Landscape footer</fo:block> </fo:static-content> <fo:flow flow-name="frame-body"> <fo:block>Block in landscape geometry</fo:block> </fo:flow> </psmi:page-sequence> <fo:block>Block after change in geometry</fo:block> </fo:flow> </fo:page-sequence>
Any title and static content children of the XSL-FO page sequence parent of the PSMI page sequence that are not already specified in the PSMI page sequence are copied to the resulting interleaved page sequence. The XSL-FO page sequence is split into as many adjacent page sequences as necessary around the interleaved PSMI page sequences.
Specifying any attributes on a PSMI page sequence other than the master reference name will trigger a warning report, as the construct's content is meant in principle to be part of the parent page sequence, and is only being placed in a separate page sequence to accommodate the need for a different geometry, not the need for different page sequence properties.
The breaking of the page sequence in which the PSMI construct is found necessarily produces multiple sibling page sequences. Care is taken in this environment to preserve the page sequence properties that can be preserved (such as force-page-count="end-on-even"), but nothing can be done for those properties that cannot be preserved (such as force-page-count="even"). When a property value cannot be guaranteed, a warning message is emitted using <xsl:message>, but processing continues to produce a result.
The current package of the PSMI environment is found in the resource directory:
http://www.CraneSoftwrights.com/resources/
The first example stylesheet and source files illustrate the ease of use of the PSMI semantic in that the table constructs being flowed to the result are deep in a hierarchical structure. One of the tables is indicated to be landscape orientation, but has enough rows to cover three pages. To use pure XSL-FO to switch between page geometries, one would need to sequentially walk through all candidate constructs for the portrait geometry, encapsulating those in a page sequence, begin the next page sequence in landscape geometry for the table, then return back to the portrait geometry.
Using the PSMI, one simply encapsulates the table in a PSMI page sequence child of the XSL-FO page sequence flow. The PSMI stylesheet then does the dirty work of breaking up an XSL-FO flow containing PSMI page sequences into sibling XSL-FO page sequences.
The name of the only element is:
<{http://www.CraneSoftwrights.com/resources/psmi}:page-sequence>
The name of the only attribute, and it is required, is:
master-reference=
The element cannot have any other attributes specified, not even any inheritable attributes for use by descendant constructs. The element children are the same as <{http://www.w3.org/1999/XSL/Format}:page-sequence> children.
The only presence rules are that it be an immediate child of <{http://www.w3.org/1999/XSL/Format}:flow> and not be a descendant of any other PSMI construct in the instance.
While the PSMI environment meets our own needs for interleaved page sequence master references, we will consider enhancing this environment based on suggestions for consideration. We would only consider general features of a wide interest, but would appreciate any ideas you think might improve this free resource.
As stated above, if you think we are out-to-lunch with this idea and have totally overlooked an existing easy-to-use XSL 1.0 approach to the problem of lengthy rotated tables, please let us know (soon!).
If anyone has comments on this document or the tool itself, they are welcome to send them to info@CraneSoftwrights.com.


#import <NTBalloonPopupStyle.h>
Class Methods | |
| (NTBalloonPopupStyle *) | + swigCreatePolymorphicInstance:swigOwnCObject: |
A style for balloon popups. Contains attributes for configuring how the balloon popup is drawn on the screen.
| - (NTColor *) getBackgroundColor |
Returns the background color of the popup.
| - (int) getCornerRadius |
Returns the corner radius of the popup.
| - (NTColor *) getDescriptionColor |
Returns the color of the description.
| - (NSString *) getDescriptionField |
Returns the description field variable to use.
| - (NSString *) getDescriptionFontName |
Returns the name of the description font.
| - (int) getDescriptionFontSize |
Returns the size of the description font.
| - (NTBalloonPopupMargins *) getDescriptionMargins |
Returns the margins of the description.
| - (NTColor *) getLeftColor |
Returns the background color of the left part of the popup.
| - (NTBitmap *) getLeftImage |
Returns the image of the left part of the popup.
| - (NTBalloonPopupMargins *) getLeftMargins |
Returns the margins of the left part of the popup.
| - (NTColor *) getRightColor |
Returns the background color of the right part of the popup.
| - (NTBitmap *) getRightImage |
Returns the image of the right part of the popup.
| - (NTBalloonPopupMargins *) getRightMargins |
Returns the margins of the right part of the popup.
| - (NTColor *) getStrokeColor |
Returns the color of the stroke surrounding the popup.
| - (int) getStrokeWidth |
Returns the width of the stroke surrounding the popup.
| - (NTColor *) getTitleColor |
Returns the color of the title.
| - (NSString *) getTitleField |
Returns the title field variable to use.
| - (NSString *) getTitleFontName |
Returns the name of the title font.
| - (int) getTitleFontSize |
Returns the size of the title font.
| - (NTBalloonPopupMargins *) getTitleMargins |
Returns the margins of the title.
| - (int) getTriangleHeight |
Returns the height of the triangle at the bottom of the popup.
| - (int) getTriangleWidth |
Returns the width of the triangle at the bottom of the popup.
| - (id) initWithColor: | (NTColor*) | color | |
| attachAnchorPointX: | (float) | attachAnchorPointX | |
| attachAnchorPointY: | (float) | attachAnchorPointY | |
| causesOverlap: | (BOOL) | causesOverlap | |
| hideIfOverlapped: | (BOOL) | hideIfOverlapped | |
| horizontalOffset: | (float) | horizontalOffset | |
| verticalOffset: | (float) | verticalOffset | |
| placementPriority: | (int) | placementPriority | |
| scaleWithDPI: | (BOOL) | scaleWithDPI | |
| cornerRadius: | (int) | cornerRadius | |
| leftColor: | (NTColor*) | leftColor | |
| leftImage: | (NTBitmap*) | leftImage | |
| leftMargins: | (NTBalloonPopupMargins*) | leftMargins | |
| rightColor: | (NTColor*) | rightColor | |
| rightImage: | (NTBitmap*) | rightImage | |
| rightMargins: | (NTBalloonPopupMargins*) | rightMargins | |
| titleColor: | (NTColor*) | titleColor | |
| titleFontName: | (NSString*) | titleFontName | |
| titleField: | (NSString*) | titleField | |
| titleFontSize: | (int) | titleFontSize | |
| titleMargins: | (NTBalloonPopupMargins*) | titleMargins | |
| titleWrap: | (BOOL) | titleWrap | |
| descColor: | (NTColor*) | descColor | |
| descFontName: | (NSString*) | descFontName | |
| descField: | (NSString*) | descField | |
| descFontSize: | (int) | descFontSize | |
| descMargins: | (NTBalloonPopupMargins*) | descMargins | |
| descWrap: | (BOOL) | descWrap | |
| strokeColor: | (NTColor*) | strokeColor | |
| strokeWidth: | (int) | strokeWidth | |
| triangleWidth: | (int) | triangleWidth | |
| triangleHeight: | (int) | triangleHeight | |
Constructs a BalloonPopupStyle object from various parameters. Instantiating the object directly is
not recommended, BalloonPopupStyleBuilder should be used instead.
| color | The color for the popup. |
| attachAnchorPointX | The horizontal attaching anchor point for the popup. |
| attachAnchorPointY | The vertical attaching anchor point for the popup. |
| causesOverlap | The causes overlap flag for the billboard. |
| hideIfOverlapped | The hide if overlapped flag for the billboard. |
| horizontalOffset | The horizontal offset for the popup. |
| verticalOffset | The vertical offset for the popup. |
| placementPriority | The placement priority for the popup. |
| scaleWithDPI | The scale with DPI flag for the popup. |
| cornerRadius | The corner radius of the popup in dp. |
| leftColor | The background color of the left part of the popup. |
| leftImage | The image of the left part of the popup. |
| leftMargins | The margins of the left part of the popup. |
| rightColor | The background color of the right part of the popup. |
| rightImage | The margins of the right part of the popup. |
| rightMargins | The margins of the right part of the popup. |
| titleColor | The color of the title. |
| titleFontName | The name of the title font. |
| titleField | The metadata field name for title. |
| titleFontSize | The size of the title font. |
| titleMargins | The margins of the title. |
| titleWrap | True if long titles are wrapped, false if it is truncated. |
| descColor | The color of the description. |
| descFontName | The name of the description font. |
| descField | The metadata field for description. |
| descFontSize | The size of the description font. |
| descMargins | The margins of the description. |
| descWrap | True if long descriptions are wrapped, false if it is truncated. |
| strokeColor | The color of the stroke surrounding the popup. |
| strokeWidth | The width of the stroke surrounding the popup in dp. |
| triangleWidth | The width of the triangle at the bottom of the popup in dp. |
| triangleHeight | The height of the triangle at the bottom of the popup in dp. |
| - (BOOL) isDescriptionWrap |
Returns the state of the description wrap parameter.
| - (BOOL) isTitleWrap |
Returns the state of the title wrap parameter.
| + (NTBalloonPopupStyle *) swigCreatePolymorphicInstance: | (void*) | cPtr | |
| swigOwnCObject: | (BOOL) | cMemoryOwn | |
Creates a polymorphic instance of the given native object. This is used internally by the SDK.
| cPtr | The native pointer of the instance. |
| cMemoryOwn | The ownership flag. |
Reimplemented from NTPopupStyle.
| - (NSString *) swigGetClassName |
Returns the actual class name of this object. This is used internally by the SDK.
Reimplemented from NTPopupStyle.
| - (void *) swigGetDirectorObject |
Returns the pointer to the connected director object. This is used internally by the SDK.
Reimplemented from NTPopupStyle.


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I love computer programming, and I also like to play the keyboard, and play badminton. I am an avid reader.
I'm an aspiring competitive programmer. I fell in love with programming when I was, perhaps, 13 years old, and have been in love with it ever since! I used to make small projects that seemed interesting to me (eg: some stuff I saw on YouTube), but I have recently gained tremendous interest in competitive programming, so much so that you will find me investing most of my free time on competitive programming platforms such as Codeforces and AtCoder!
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AIR AMERICA A film review by Jonathan Knight Copyright 1991 Jonathan Knight
AIR AMERICA is a wonderful movie which actually has the distinction of making me laugh out loud in the cinema.
I went to see AIR AMERICA having seen the trailer and thought it might be a little light relief on a Friday evening. The movie is based in Laos while Tricky Dicky (President Nixon) was telling the whole world that the US government was not in Laos. Of course this sounds slightly odd as we can see a vast collection of aircraft and government troops exactly where they're not supposed to be.
The government is in fact in Laos, but employing a collection of civilian pilots to fly supplies to the army the US would like to win the war. As a sideline the US major is running a heroin factory and using the pilots to fly the opium around.
This then gives a nice set of interactions that the film uses for both comic effect and also to serious and emotional effect which the film just about brings off. The dialogue is cleverly written and has some beautiful lines which are extremely funny.
Characters other than the two main ones are not explored, then tend to be there for contrast and provide the setting for the scene. The story is enough to make the film move along at the right pace and it is easy to follow what's going on and why (good news for Friday evening).
I saw it on a wide screen with Surroundsound which is well used.
I really enjoyed this movie, it fitted in exactly with what I wanted to see. It is far more funny than the trailer would lead you to believe.
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In this chapter, we will introduce how to use ACF to develop a console application which performs arithmetic operations on two given integers. For convenience, we give the name catool (calculation tool) to this application and in the following chapters, we will discuss the design concepts of ACF by taking catool as examples.
There are four kinds of arithmetic operations on two integers: addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. So in our console application, we should specify the kind of the operation that we are going to take. Also, we must provide the two integer numbers in the command line.
For the users who don't want to see verbose information when the program performs calculation, we will provide a switch called "nologo", which will suppress the display of the application banner information.
We will also provide a syntax with which users can get the version information about the running application.
In addition, when user provides invalid argument, the help screen must be displayed.
From the requirement listed above, we can now figure out the syntaxes that needs to be supported by catool application.
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1. catool.exe
/m|/method:add|sub|mul|div num1 num2 [/nologo] |
The first syntax has four arguments, the first argument is for specifying the calculation method (addition, subtraction, multiplication or division), the second and the third arguments are for specifying the numbers on which the arithmetic operation will be applied. The last argument is a switch, which is used for determining whether the banner information should be suppressed.
The second syntax has only one argument: the /version or /ver. By specifying this argument, the application will print the version information on the screen.
Don't worry about the requirement which needs help information be displayed when the invalid arguments are provided. This is totally handled by ACF.
Now let's start and see how the catool console application is implemented by using ACF.


| knit_hooks {knitr} | R Documentation |
A hook is a function of a pre-defined form (arguments) that takes values of
arguments and returns desired output. The object knit_hooks
is used to
access or set hooks in this package.
knit_hooks
An object of class list
of length 6.
Usage: https://yihui.org/knitr/objects/
Components in knit_hooks
: https://yihui.org/knitr/hooks/
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We have four levels of Web Development that increase in difficulty, and you can choose the level you want to start with based on your prior knowledge. This section is for you if you are looking to make basic, interactive, and visually appealing websites and web apps.
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Director
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- Basic work with CRISPR, mammalian cell culutures, brewing, custom plasmids, low-cost microfluidics.
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- Research/Development into integrating Shape-Memory Alloys (SMA’s) into neural implants. Additional work with open-source bioengineering equipment.
- Lab management. Conducted purchase orders, lab reorganization, equipment planning for entire group.
- SMA neural implant work was published in the ASME 2018 Conference on Smart Materials, Adaptive Structures and Intelligent Systems journal. Paper can be found here.
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Human/Machine Design Laboratory
- Helped develop exoskeleton for paralyzed patients, in conjunction with the VA Medical Center of Minneapolis.
- Created prototypes for body attachment parts, while maintaining 20 lb weight limit.
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- Conducted early-stage research, development, and prototyping of sports equipment for a startup.
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- Created product prototypes using plastic bending and CNC routing methods.
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- Introduced children to basic woodworking, machining, electronics, and product development.
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- Helped manage social media accounts. Doubled the number of Twitter followers to 30,000.
- Gained extensive insight into how to run and organize a company.


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WITNESS LIST Financial Institutions Committee March 10, 2003-12:00A HB 1380 For: Libertore, Douglas (Self) Against: Doggett, Robert (Self) Schneider, Rob (Consumers Union) On: Pettijohn, Leslie (Consumer Credit Commissioner) Registering, but not testifying: For: Balch, Mandy (American Traveler Motor Club, Inc.) Polan, Deborah (Texas Financial Services Association) Vane, Mark (Gardere Wynne Sewell)


| 023:117 Khan | : |
And whoever invokes (or worships), besides Allah, any other ilah (god), of whom he has no proof, then his reckoning is only with his Lord. Surely! Al-Kafirun (the disbelievers in Allah and in the Oneness of Allah, polytheists, pagans, idolaters, etc.) will not be successful. |
| 023:117 Maulana | : |
And whoever invokes, besides Allah, another god -- he has no proof of this -- his reckoning is only with his Lord. Surely the disbelievers will not be successful. |
| 023:117 Pickthal | : |
He who crieth unto any other god along with Allah hath no proof thereof. His reckoning is only with his Lord. Lo! disbelievers will not be successful. |
| 023:117 Rashad | : |
Anyone who idolizes beside GOD any other god, and without any kind of proof, his reckoning rests with his Lord. The disbelievers never succeed. |
| 023:117 Sarwar | : |
One who worships things besides God has no proof of the authority of such things. God is certainly keeping the record of his deeds. The unbelievers will not have everlasting happiness. |
| 023:117 Shakir | : |
And whoever invokes with Allah another god-- he has no proof of this-- his reckoning is only with his Lord; surely the unbelievers shall not be successful. |
| 023:117 Sherali | : |
And he, who calls on another god along with ALLAH, for which he has no proof, shall have to render an account to his Lord. Certainly the disbelievers do not prosper. |
| 023:117 Yusufali | : |
If anyone invokes, besides Allah, Any other god, he has no authority therefor; and his reckoning will be only with his Lord! and verily the Unbelievers will fail to win through! |
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Rand spent the rest of that day in his apartments in the Sun Palace, a good part lying on his bed, a huge thing with four square blackwood posts thicker than his leg, polished till they shone between the inlaid ivory wedges. As if to contrast with all the gilding in the anteroom and sitting room, the bedchamber furnishings were all blackwood and ivory, if no less angular.
Sulin rushed in and out, fluffing his feather pillows and adjusting the linen sheet over him, grumbling that blankets on the floor were healthier, bringing him mint tea he did not ask for and punch he did not want, until he ordered her to stop. “As my Lord Dragon commands,” she growled through a sweet smile. She made her second perfect curtsy, but she still stalked out as though she might not bother to open the door.
Min also stayed with him, sitting on the mattress and holding his hand and frowning until he suspected she thought he was dying. Finally he chased her out too, long enough to put on a dark gray silk robe that he had always left in the wardrobe before. He found something else in there as well, way in the back. A narrow, plain wooden case holding a flute, a gift from Thom Merrilin in what seemed another lifetime. Sitting by one of the tall narrow windows, he tried playing. After so long, he produced more squeaks and silences than anything else at first. It was the odd sounds that drew Min back.
“Play for me,” she said, laughing in delight, or perhaps astonishment, and of course settled herself on his knee while he tried with small success to produce something near a recognizable tune. Which was how the Wise Ones walked in on him, Amys and Bair and Sorilea and a dozen or so more. Min scrambled up quickly enough blushing at that, tugging her coat straight to such an extent you would have thought they had been wrestling.
Bair and Sorilea were at his side before he could say a word.
“Look left,” Sorilea commanded, thumbing back his eyelid and thrusting her leathery face into his. “Look right.”
“Your pulse is too quick,” Bair muttered, holding bony fingers against the side of his throat.
It seemed that Nandera had sent a Maiden running as soon as his knees gave way. It seemed that Sorilea had winnowed the small army of Wise Ones who had intended to descend on the palace into this smaller horde. And it seemed that Sorilea or no Sorilea, everyone wanted her turn at the Car’a’carn. When she and Bair were done, her place was taken by Amys, and Bair’s by Colinda, a lean woman with penetrating gray eyes who looked short of her middle years yet had almost as strong a presence as Sorilea. But then, so did Amys, of course, and any number of them. He was poked, prodded, stared at, and called stubborn when he refused to jump up and down. They really seemed to think he would.
Min was not ignored while the Wise Ones were taking their turns with him; the others surrounded her, asking a hundred questions, all about her viewings. Which widened her eyes to say the least, and had her staring at them and Rand as if wondering whether her mind was being read. Amys and Bair explained—Melaine had not been able to keep the news of her daughters to herself—and instead of growing any wider, which they probably could not at that point, Min’s eyes looked ready to fall out of her face. Even Sorilea seemed to accept Melaine’s view that Min’s ability put her on an equal footing of sorts with them, but Wise Ones being Wise Ones—very much in the manner of Aes Sedai being Aes Sedai—she had to repeat everything nearly as many times as there were Wise Ones, because those fussing over him at any given time wanted to be sure they had not missed anything.
Once Sorilea and the rest reluctantly concluded that all he needed was rest; and departed ordering him to see that he got it, Min made herself comfortable on his lap again. “They talk in dreams?” she said, shaking her head. “It doesn’t seem possible, like something out of a story.” A frown creased her forehead. “How old do you think Sorilea is? And that Colinda. I saw—No. No, it doesn’t have anything to do with you. Maybe the heat is affecting me. When I know, I always know. It must be the heat.” A mischievous light appeared in her eyes, and she slowly leaned closer, pursing her lips as if for a kiss. “If you put them like this,” she murmured when they were almost touching his, “it might help. There were bits in that last piece that almost sounded like ‘Rooster in the Gumtree.’
A note arrived from Coiren a short time later, inquiring after his health, wishing he was not ill, and asking whether she might come to see him with two of her sisters; she offered Healing, should he desire. Lews Therin stirred as if rousing from sleep while Rand read, but his vague, discontented mumbling was hardly a patch on his rage in Caemlyn, and he seemed to go back to sleep when Rand put the short letter down.
It was a sharp contrast to how Merana had behaved. And a reminder that nothing happened in the Sun Palace at midday that Coiren did not know in full before sunset, if not sooner. He sent back polite thanks for her wishes, and a polite refusal. Out of bed or not, he still felt tired, and he wanted his wits about him when he faced any Aes Sedai. That was part of it.
In that same return note Rand also asked Gawyn to visit. He had only met Elayne’s brother once, but he liked the man. Gawyn never came, though, and he never replied. Sadly, Rand concluded that Gawyn believed the stories about his mother. That was hardly the sort of thing you could just ask a man to stop believing. It put him in a such a gray humor whenever he thought of it that even Min seemed to despair of cheering him; neither Perrin nor Loial would stay around him when he was like that.
Three days later another request came from Coiren, just as courteous, and a third three days after that, but he made excuses for those as well. In part that was because of Alanna. The feel of her was still distant and vague, but she was coming nearer by the hour. No surprise in that; he had been sure Merana would choose Alanna for one of the six. He had no intention of letting Alanna within a mile of him, or not within sight anyway, but he had said he would put them on an equal footing with Coiren, and he meant it. So Coiren would have to abide in patience for a little while. Besides, he was busy, one way and another.
A quick visit to the school in Barthanes’ onetime palace turned out not so quick. Idrien Tarsin was once again waiting at the door to show him all sorts of inventions and discoveries, often incomprehensible, and also the shops where various new plows and harrows and reapers were now being made for sale, but the difficulty was Herid Fel. Or maybe Min. Fel’s thoughts wandered as usual, his tongue wandered after them, and he plainly forgot Min was there. He forgot her a good many times. But no sooner would Rand have the man aimed at a point, than Fel suddenly noticed her for the first time again and gave a great start. He was constantly apologizing to her for the half-smoked pipe he still never seemed to remember to light, constantly brushing ash from his stout belly, constantly smoothing his thin gray hair. Min seemed to enjoy it, though why she enjoyed a man forgetting her presence, Rand could not begin to say. She even kissed Fel on top of his head when she and Rand rose to go, which left the man looking poleaxed. It did not help a great deal with learning what Fel had puzzled out about the Seals on the Dark One’s prison or the Last Battle.
The next day brought a note crammed onto a torn-off corner of parchment.
Belief and order give strength. Have to clear rubble before you can build. Will explain when see you next. Do not bring girl. Too pretty.
Fel
It was a hasty scrawl with the signature jammed into the point of the fragment, and to Rand it made no sense. When he tried to reach Fel again, though, it seemed that the man had told Idrien that he felt young again and was going fishing. In the middle of a drought. Rand wondered whether the old man’s wits had finally cracked. Min certainly found the note amusing; she asked if she could have it, and several times he caught her grinning over it.
Cracked wits or whole, Rand decided that he would leave Min behind the next time, but in truth, it was difficult to keep her at his side when he wanted her. She seemed to spend more time with the Wise Ones than with him. He could not understand why that should irritate him so, but he noticed a tendency to snap at people when Min was out among the tents. It was a good thing she was not with him too often. People would notice. People would talk, and wonder. In Cairhien, where even the servants played their own version of the Game of Houses, it could be dangerous for her to have people wondering whether she was important. A good thing. He tried not to snap.
What he wanted Min for, of course, was to view the nobles who began coming to him one at a time, asking after his health—those sagging knees must have started rumors—smiling, inquiring how long he intended to remain in Cairhien this time, what his plans were if they might ask, smiling more, always smiling. The only one who did not smile at him so intently was Dobraine, still with the front of his head shaved like a soldier and the stripes across his coat worn by the breastplate he did not wear to the palace, and Dobraine was so glum in asking exactly the same questions that Rand was almost happier to see him go than any of the others.
Min did manage to be at those audiences, squeezing it in between whatever she was doing with the Wise Ones; Rand had no intention of asking. The problem was keeping her hidden.
“I could just pretend to be your lightskirt,” Min laughed. “I could drape myself on you and feed you grapes—well, raisins; I haven’t seen a grape in some time—and you could call me your little honey-lips. Nobody would wonder why I was there then.”
“No,” he snapped, and her face grew solemn.
“Do you really think the Forsaken would come after me just for that?”
“They might,” he told her just as seriously. “A Darkfriend like Padan Fain would, if he’s still alive. I won’t risk that, Min. In any case, I won’t have these filthy-minded Cairhienin thinking of you that way, or the Tairens either.” The Aiel were different; they thought her teasing very funny, very amusing indeed.
Min certainly was changeable. She went straight from solemn to radiant with no in-between, all smiles that hardly faded for a moment. Until the audiences actually began.
A paneled screen of gilded fretwork set up in the corner of the anteroom was a failure. Maringil’s dark glittering eyes avoided looking at it to such an extent that Rand knew the man would turn the Sun Palace end over end to find out who or what it hid. The sitting room turned out better, with Min peeping through cracked doors into the anteroom, but not everyone showed image or aura to her eyes during the audience with him, and what she did see, there and simply walking about in the hallways, was bleak. Maringil, white-haired and blade-slim and cool as ice, was going to die by poison. Colavaere, her more than handsome face calm and collected once she learned Aviendha was not with Rand this time, would die by hanging. Meilan, with his pointed beard and oily voice, would die by the knife. The future carried a heavy toll for the High Lords of Tear.  She said she had never seen death so often in one group of people.
 This time he was the one to sit on the mattress and hold her hand. She held on very tight.
She did not give up her teasing, though. The two times he could be absolutely sure she would be there were when he practiced the sword, dancing the forms with four or five of the best he could find among the Tairen and Cairhienin soldiers, and when he and Rhuarc or Gaul were tossing each other about and trying to kick each other in the head. Inevitably Min ran a finger across his bare chest and made some joke about sheepfarmers not sweating because they were used to having wool as thick as their sheep or the like. Sometimes she touched the half-healed, never-healing scar on his side, that circle of pale pink flesh, but differently, softly; she never made any jokes about that. She pinched his bottom—startling to say the least when other people were about; Maidens and Wise Ones nearly fell over laughing every single time he jumped; Sulin looked as if she might burst from not laughing—snuggled in his lap and kissed him at every opportunity, she even threatened to come scrub his back in his bath one of these nights. When he pretended to weep and stammer, she laughed and said it was not good enough.
Min did quit quickly enough if a Maiden stuck her head in to announce someone, especially Loial, who never stayed long and talked of the Royal Library the whole time, or Perrin, who stayed even more briefly and for some reason looked increasingly tired. Most especially Min leaped up if Faile happened to be with either one. The two times that happened, Min hastily found a book among those Rand had in the bedchamber and sat pretending to read, opening it somewhere in the middle as if she had been at it for some time. Rand did not understand the cool looks the two women exchanged. It was not precisely animosity, or even unfriendliness exactly, but Rand suspected that if either made a list of those she would just as soon not spend time with, the other’s name would be prominent.
The amusing thing of it was, the second time, the book turned out to be the leather-bound first volume of Daria Gahand’s Essays on Reason, which he had found heavy going and intended to send back to the Library the next time Loial stopped in. Min actually went on reading for a time after Faile left, and for all her frowning and muttering, that night Min took it back to her own rooms in the guest apartments.
If cool disinterest reigned between Min and Faile, between Min and Berelain animosity was not in it. When Somara announced Berelain on the second afternoon, Rand put on his coat, strode into the anteroom and took the tall gilded chair on the dais before telling Somara to admit her. Min was slow in reaching the sitting room, though. Berelain swept in, as beautiful as ever, in a soft blue dress cut as deeply as ever—and her eyes fell on Min, in her pale rose coat and breeches. For several long moments Rand might as well not have existed. Berelain openly eyed Min up and down. Min forgot about the sitting room; she put her hands on her hips and stood there with one knee bent, studying Berelain just as openly. They smiled at each other; Rand thought the hair on his head would stand up when they did that. He was minded of nothing so much as two strange cats who had just discovered they were shut up in the same small room. Apparently deciding there was no point hiding now, Min walked—undulated would have been a better word; she managed to make Berelain’s way of walking look like a boy’s!—and sat with one knee over the other, still smiling. Light, how those women did smile.
At last Berelain turned to Rand, spreading her skirts wide and bending low. He heard Lews Therin humming in his head, enjoying the sight of a very beautiful woman who was more than generous in displaying her charms. Rand appreciated what he was seeing too, despite wondering whether he should look away at least until she was erect again, but he had put himself on the dais for a reason. He tried to make his voice both reasonable and firm.
“Rhuarc let slip that you were neglecting your duties, Berelain. It seems you hid away in your rooms for days after I was last here. I gather he had to speak to you severely to make you come out.” Rhuarc had not actually said so, but that had been the impression. Crimson bloomed in her cheeks, suggesting Rand had the right of it. “You know why you are in charge here and not him. You’re supposed to listen to his advice, not leave everything to him. I don’t need Cairhienin deciding to rebel because they think I’ve put an Aiel to rule them.”
“I was . . . concerned, my Lord Dragon.” Despite the hesitation, and the red cheeks, her voice was composed, “Since the Aes Sedai came, rumors grow like weeds. May I ask, who do you mean to rule here?”
“Elayne Trakand. The Daughter-Heir of Andor. The Queen of Andor, now.” Soon, at least. “I don’t know what rumors you mean, but you worry about putting Cairhien straight, and let me worry about the Aes Sedai. Elayne will be grateful for what you do here.” Min sniffed quite loudly for some reason.
“She is a good choice,” Berelain said thoughtfully. “The Cairhienin will accept her, I think, perhaps even the rebels in the hills.” That was good to hear; Berelain was astute at judging political currents, maybe as good as any Cairhienin. She took a deep breath, making Lews Therin’s hum pause. “As for the Aes Sedai . . . rumor says they have come to escort you to the White Tower.”
“And I said, leave the Aes Sedai to me.” It was not that he mistrusted Berelain. He trusted her to rule Cairhien until Elayne took the Sun Throne, he even trusted her not to have any ambitions for the throne herself. But he also knew that the fewer who were aware he had any plan at all regarding the Aes Sedai, the less chance that Coiren would learn he had a thought beyond her gold and jewels.
As soon as the doors closed behind Berelain, Min sniffed again. Actually, it was more of a snort this time. “I wonder she bothers to wear any clothes at all. Well, she’ll be snubbed up sooner or later. I saw nothing of any use to you. Just a man in white who will make her fall head over heels. Some women have no shame at all!”
That very afternoon she asked him for coin to engage a whole roomful of seamstresses, since she had come away from Caemlyn with only what she stood in, and they proceeded to produce a stream of coats and breeches and blouses in silks and brocades of all colors. Some of the blouses seemed quite low-cut, even beneath a coat. Some of the breeches, he was not sure how she could get into. She also practiced throwing her knives every day. Once he saw Nandera and Enaila showing her their way of fighting with hands and feet, which differed significantly from how the men did it; the Maidens did not like him watching, and refused to go on until he left. Maybe Perrin would have understood it all, but Rand decided for the thousandth time that he himself did not understand women and never would.
Every day Rhuarc came to Rand’s apartments or Rand went to the study Rhuarc shared with Berelain. Rand was pleased to see her hard at work over reports of grain shipments and resettlement of refugees and repairs to damage from what some Cairhienin were calling the Second Aiel War, in spite of every effort to name it the Shaido War. Rhuarc claimed to have decided to ignore the Cairhienin playing, as he called it, at ji’e’toh, though he still grumbled every time he saw a Cairhienin woman with a sword or young men and women garbed all in white. The rebels still seemed to be sitting in the hills waiting, their numbers growing, but they did not concern him either. What did concern him were the Shaido, and how many spears still moved south each day toward Tear. Scouts, those who returned, reported the Shaido stirring in Kinslayer’s Dagger. There was no sign of which direction they intended to move or when. Rhuarc actually mentioned the number of Aiel who still gave way to the bleakness and tossed down their spears, the number who refused to put off gai’shain white when their time was done, even those few who still headed north to join the Shaido. It was a sign of his unease. Surprisingly, Sevanna had been in the tents, even in the city itself, leaving the day after Rand arrived. Rhuarc only mentioned it in passing.
“Would it not have been better to seize her?” Rand asked. “Rhuarc, I know she is supposed to be a Wise One, but she can’t be, the way I understand it. I’d not be surprised if the Shaido turned reasonable without her.”
“I doubt that,” Rhuarc said dryly. He was seated on one of his cushions against the study wall, smoking his pipe. “Amys and the others pass looks behind Sevanna’s back, but they receive her as a Wise One. If the Wise Ones say Sevanna is a Wise One, then she is. I have seen chiefs I would not waste a waterskin on if I stood between ten pools, but they were still chiefs.”
Sighing, Rand studied the map spread on the table. Rhuarc truly did not seem to need it; without looking he could name any feature of the terrain the map showed. Berelain sat in her high-backed chair on the other side of the table, her feet curled up beneath her and a sheaf of papers on her lap.  Every so often she glanced at him, but whenever she saw Rhuarc looking she would bend her head over the reports again. For some, reason, Rhuarc frowned whenever he looked at her, and she always blushed and firmed her jaw stubbornly. Sometimes Rhuarc looked disapproving, which made no sense. She was taking care of her duties now.
“You will have to stop sending spears south,” Rand said at last. He did not like it. It was vital that Sammael see the biggest hammer in the world coming at him, but not at the cost of having to root the Shaido out of Cairhien again. “I don’t see any other way.”
The days passed, and every one filled somehow. He had smiling lords and ladies so cordial to one another that he was sure they were scheming against each other beneath the surface. Wise Ones counseled him on how to deal with Aes Sedai, whether from the Tower or Salidar; Amys and Bair made Melaine appear mild; Sorilea made his blood run cold. Young Cairhienin rioted in the streets against Rhuarc’s ban on dueling. Rhuarc handled it by giving them a taste of what it was really like to be made gai’shain; sitting naked in the sun all day under guard quenched their ardor somewhat, but Rhuarc was not about to go against custom so far as to put wetlanders in white, and those the Red Shields had caught actually began to swagger over the affair. Rand overheard Selande telling another young woman with a sword and her hair cut short, in a very self-important tone, that the other woman would never truly understand ji’e’toh until she had been captive to Aiel. It was uplifting, whatever that was supposed to mean.
But despite Shaido and nobles, Wise Ones and riot, despite wondering whether Fel was ever going to come back from fishing, those days seemed . . . pleasant. Refreshing. Maybe it was just because he had been so tired on arrival. And maybe it really was only by comparison with those last hours in Caemlyn, yet it did seem that Lews Therin was quieter. Rand even found himself enjoying Min’s teasing enough that once or twice he had to remind himself that it was only teasing.  Of course, he knew it could not last.
For Perrin those ten days were not pleasant at all. Before very long he sought Loial’s company, but Loial had found a paradise in the Royal Library, where he spent the better part of every daylight. Perrin liked to read, and he might have enjoyed those seemingly endless rooms full of books to their high vaulted ceilings, but an Aes Sedai haunted those rooms, a slender dark-haired woman who seldom seemed to blink. She did not appear to notice him, but he had not been particularly trusting of Aes Sedai even before events in Caemlyn. With Loial’s company largely denied to him, Perrin went hunting a great deal with Gaul, and a few times with Rhuarc, who he had met in the Stone and liked. Perrin’s problem was his wife. Or maybe it was Berelain. Or both. If Rand had not been so busy, Perrin would have asked his advice. In a general sort of way; Rand knew women, but there were things a man simply could not talk about right out.
It began that very first day, when he had been in Cairhien scarcely long enough to be shown to rooms in the Sun Palace. Faile went off with Bain and Chiad to explore, and he was stripped to the waist and washing when he suddenly smelled perfume, not heavy but strong to his nose, and a warm voice behind him said, “I always did think you must have a beautiful back, Perrin.”
He spun around so fast he nearly knocked over the washstand.
“I hear that you have come with . . . a wife?” Berelain stood in the door to the sitting room, smiling.
Yes, he had; a wife who would not be pleased at finding him alone and shirtless with any woman wearing that dress. Especially not the First of Mayene. Tugging a shirt over his head, he told Berelain that Faile was out, that he did not know when she would be back for visitors, and put her out into the hall as fast as he could without picking her up and tossing her. He thought it was done with; Berelain was gone, and he had managed to call Faile wife six times in as many sentences and say how much he loved her twice. Berelain knew he was married, knew he loved his wife, and that should have been that.
When Faile returned a short time later, she took two steps into the bedchamber and began radiating the smells of jealousy and rage, prickly and knife-sharp, a blend that should have made his nose bleed. Perrin did not understand; he could still smell Berelain’s perfume, but his sense of smell was nearly as acute as a wolf’s. Surely Faile could not. It was very strange. Faile smiled. Not one untoward word passed her lips. She was as loving as ever, and even more fierce than usual, raking deep furrows into his shoulders with her fingernails, which she had never done before.
Afterwards, examining the bleeding gouges by lamplight, she nipped his ear between her teeth, not at all lightly, and laughed. “In Saldaea,” she murmured, “we notch a horse’s ears, but I think that will do to mark you.” And the whole while she fairly reeked of jealousy and rage.
If that had been all, matters would have settled down. Faile’s jealousy might flare up like a forge fire roaring in a high wind, yet it always died just as fast as it caught, once she realized there was no cause. The very next morning, though, he saw her talking to Berelain down the corridor, both smiling to beat anything. His ears caught the last thing Berelain said before she turned away. “I always keep my promises.” An odd remark to send that acrid thorny smell leaping from Faile.
He asked Faile what promises Berelain was talking about, and maybe that was a mistake. She blinked—she did forget his hearing sometimes—and said, “I really do not remember. She’s the sort of woman who makes all sorts of promises she cannot keep.” His shoulders got a second set of furrows, and it was not even midmorning!
Berelain began stalking him. He did not think of it that way at first. The woman had flirted with him once, in the Stone of Tear, in a mild sort of way, not really meaning anything he was sure, and she knew he was married now. It was only a series of chance encounters in hallways, it seemed, a few innocuous words almost in passing. But after a while he knew either his being ta’veren was twisting chance completely out of shape or Berelain was arranging matters, unlikely as that seemed.  He tried telling himself he must think he was handsome as Wil al’Seen. Wil was the only man he had ever seen women chase after; they certainly never had after Perrin Aybara. There were just too many of those “chance” encounters, though.
She always touched him. Not blatantly, just fingers on his hand for a moment, on his arm, his shoulder. Hardly worth noticing. The third day a thought occurred that made the hair on the nape of his neck rise. When you were taming a horse that had never been ridden, you began with light touches, until the animal knew your touch would not hurt, until it stood still for your hand. After that came the saddlecloth, and later the saddle. The bridle was always last.
He began to dread the scent of Berelain’s perfume, wafting around a corner. He began to head in the opposite direction at the first whiff, only he could not give every moment to watching for it. For one thing, there seemed to be a great many swaggering young Cairhienin fools going in and out of the palace, most of them women. Women carrying swords! He walked around any number of men and women who planted themselves deliberately in his path.  He felt bad about that—Cairhienin were nearly all considerably smaller than he—but you could not take chances with a man who had his hand on his sword hilt. Once a young woman tried that, and after he took her sword away, she made a nuisance of herself until he gave it back, which seemed to shock her, then shouted after him that he had no honor, until some Maidens led her off, talking to her fiercely.
For another thing, people knew he was Rand’s friend. Even had he not arrived as he did, some of the Aiel and Tairens remembered him from the Stone, and word spread. Lords and ladies he had never seen in his life introduced themselves in hallways, and Tairen High Lords who had stared down their noses at him in Tear addressed him like an old friend in Cairhien. Most smelled of fear, and an odor he could not put a name to. They all wanted the same thing, he realized.
“I’m afraid the Lord Dragon doesn’t always take me into his confidence, my Lady,” he said politely to a cold-eyed woman named Colavaere, “and when he does, you wouldn’t expect me to break that confidence.” Her smile seemed to come from a great height; she seemed to be wondering how he would skin out for a lap rug. She had a strange smell, hard and smooth and somehow . . . high.
“I don’t really know what Rand intends to do,” he told Meilan. The man very nearly repeated his nose-staring, for all he smiled nearly as much as Colavaere. He had the smell too, just as potently.  By then he was growing tired of attempts to milk him. Maringil also gave off the smell, every bit as heavily as Colavaere or Meilan.
They three carried it far more than anyone else, a dangerous smell, he knew in his bones, like a dry mountain top before an avalanche.
 Well, truth to tell, she glided up along the hallways, a swan on a smooth pond, but it certainly felt like being pounced on.
He mentioned Faile more times than he could count; Berelain did not seem to hear. He asked her to stop; Berelain asked him whatever did he mean? He told her to leave him alone; Berelain laughed and patted his cheek and asked what she was to stop doing. Which of course had to be the exact moment that Faile came out of the next crossing corridor, just the instant before he jerked back. It must have seemed to Faile that he moved away because he saw her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Faile turned smoothly on her heel, her pace not a whit slower or faster.
He ran after her, caught up and walked alongside in pained silence. A man could hardly say what he had to say where people could hear. Faile smiled quite pleasantly all the way back to their rooms, but oh, that thorny, thorny, thorny scent in his nose.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” he said as soon as the door was closed. Not a word out of her; her eyebrows just rose in a silent question. “Well, it was—Berelain patted my cheek—” Still smiling, but eyebrows lowered darkly, and sharp anger among the thorns. “—but she just did it. I didn’t encourage her, Faile. She just did it.” He wished Faile would say something; she only stared. He thought she was waiting, but for what? Inspiration took him by the throat, and as so often seemed to happen when he was talking to her, put a noose around it. “Faile, I’m sorry.” Anger became a razor.
“I see,” she said flatly, and glided out of the room.
So, both feet put wrong; straight into his mouth, it seemed, though he could not understand how. He had apologized, and he had not even done anything to apologize for.
That afternoon he overheard Bain and Chiad discussing whether they should help Faile beat him, of all things! No telling whether Faile had suggested it—she was fierce, but was she that fierce?—yet he suspected the pair meant him to hear, which made him angry. Plainly his wife was discussing affairs between him and her with them, matters which should have remained between husband and wife, which made him angrier. What other parts of their life did she chat about over tea? That night, as he watched in amazement, Faile put on a thick wool nightgown despite the heat. When he tried to kiss her cheek, almost timidly, she muttered that she had had a tiring day and rolled over with her back to him. She smelled furious, sharp enough to split a razor edgewise.
He could not sleep with that smell, and the longer he lay there beside her, studying the ceiling in the darkness, the angrier he became. Why was she doing this? Could she not see he loved her and only her? Had he not shown her time and again that what he wanted more than anything in life was to hold her forever?  What he ought to do was turn her upside down and smack her bottom till she saw sense. Only he had done that once before, when she thought she could hit him with her fist whenever she wanted to make a point. In the long run it had hurt him a lot more than it had her; he did not like even the thought of Faile being hurt. He wanted peace with her. With her and only her.
Which was why he made the decision he made lying there with gray first light of their sixth day in Cairhien showing in the windows. In the Stone, Berelain had flirted with a dozen men that he knew of; whatever had made her choose him as her quarry, she would settle on another if he was out of sight for very long. And once Berelain chose another victim, Faile would come to her senses. It seemed simple.
So as soon as he could throw on some clothes he went off to find Loial and breakfast with him, then accompanied him to the Royal Library. And once he saw that slender Aes Sedai and Loial told him she was there every day—Loial was diffident around Aes Sedai, but he did not mind fifty of them around him—Perrin sniffed out Gaul and asked whether he would like to go hunting. There were not many deer or rabbits in the hills close to the city, of course, and those few suffering as much from the drought as the people, yet Perrin’s nose could have led them to any number they needed if meat had really been what he was after. He never even nocked an arrow, but he insisted on remaining out until Gaul asked whether he intended hunting bats by the light of the half-moon; sometimes Perrin forgot that other people could not see as well as he in the night. The next day he hunted into the darkness as well, and every day thereafter.
The problem of it was, his simple plan seemed to be falling on its nose. The first night when he returned to the Sun Palace, with his unstrung bow on his shoulder, pleasantly tired from all that walking, only a chance stir in the air brought Berelain’s scent in time to stop him from walking into the main entry hall of the palace. Motioning the Aiel guards to silence, Perrin sneaked all the way around to a servants’ door, where he had to pound to make a bleary-eyed fellow let him in. The next night Berelain was waiting in the hallway outside his rooms; he had to hide around a corner half the night before she gave up. Every night she was waiting somewhere, as if she could pretend a chance encounter when no one else was awake but a few servants. It was utter madness; why had she not gone on to someone else?  Long before his sixth sleepless night in a row he was ready to admit he had blundered, though he still could not see how.  All he wanted was one word from Faile, one hint of what he should say or do. All he got was the sound of his own teeth grinding in the darkness.
On the tenth day, Rand received another request from Coiren for an audience, just as politely worded as the first three. For a time he sat rubbing the thick creamy parchment between thumb and forefinger, thinking. There was really no way to tell how far Alanna was yet from his sense of her, but comparing how strong it had been the first day with how strong it was now, he thought she might be halfway to Cairhien. If that was so, Merana was not dawdling. That was good; he wanted her eager. Penitent, at least a little, would help too, but as well wish for the moon; she was Aes Sedai. Ten more days until they reached Cairhien, if they kept that pace, and they should be able to. Time enough to meet twice more with Coiren, so he would have given each group three audiences. Let Merana consider that when she arrived. No advantage to her at all, the White Tower on the other side, and no need for her to know he would as soon stick his hand into a viper pit as go anywhere near the Tower, especially with Elaida as Amyrlin. Ten more days, and he would eat his boots if ten more passed beyond that before Merana agreed to throw Salidar’s support to him, with no nonsense about guiding or showing the way. Then, at last, he could turn his full attention on Sammael.
As Rand sat to write Coiren that she could bring two of her sisters to the Sun Palace tomorrow afternoon, Lews Therin began muttering audibly. Yes. Sammael. Kill him this time. Demandred and Sammael and all of them, this time. Yes, I will.
Rand hardly noticed.


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See the MediaEval 2020 webpage for information on how to register and participate.
The Flood-related Multimedia Task tackles the analysis of social multimedia from Twitter for flooding events. In this task, the participants receive a set of Twitter posts (tweets) and their associated images, which contain keywords related to floods in a specific area of interest, specifically, the Eastern Alps partition in Northeastern (NE) Italy. However, the relevance of the tweets to actual flooding incidents in that area is ambiguous. The objective of the task is to build an information retrieval system or a classifier that is able to distinguish whether or not a tweet is relevant to a flooding event in the examined area.
The dataset of the task consists of Italian-language tweets, motivated by the common flood events in the cities of Eastern Alps (e.g., Venice, Vicenza, Trieste) and surrounding areas. Participants can tackle the task using text features, image features, or a combination of both. We choose Italian for this task in order to encourage researchers to move away from a focus on English.
The area of interest: Eastern Alps partition in North-East Italy
Floods are a natural disaster that affects most places on Earth and causes a vast number of deaths and damages. Citizen crowdsourcing and social media posts have been proven valuable in all stages of managing such a disaster: a) they can notify about a possible disaster in the pre-emergency phase; b) they can provide insights on the evolution of the incident and detect areas in danger during the disaster; and c) they can assist in the damage control in the post-emergency phase.
However, the large and continuous streams of published posts carry a lot of noise (e.g., the metaphorical use of flood-related words, incidents outside the area of interest, past events), which makes it difficult to collect high-quality information. Automatic estimation of a tweet’s relevance could address this challenge, by filtering out unrelated posts. Better ability to separate relevant and not relevant tweets will contribute to improving the quality of the incoming information available to support first responders and civil protection authorities.
Researchers in the areas of social media, multimedia and multilingual analysis, multimedia classification and information retrieval are strongly encouraged to participate in the challenge. Industries and SMEs that develop similar AI technologies for semantic data fusion and retrieval of multi- or cross-lingual content are also warmly invited to participate. In addition, the task could be of interest to researchers and practitioners in the domains of disaster management, emergency response, situational awareness, water management, and any other flood-related domains.
The dataset is a list of social media posts that have been collected from Twitter between 2017 and 2019, by searching for Italian flood-related keywords (e.g., “allagamento”, “alluvione”) inside the tweet text. All tweets contain an attached image and should be still online at the time of releasing the dataset. In order to be compliant with the Twitter Developer Policy, only the IDs of the tweets can be distributed, but a tool to download them will also be provided.
The ground truth of the dataset has been collected with human annotation, by the Alto Adriatico Water Authority (AAWA), who are experts on flood risk management in the Eastern Alps partition of NE Italy. It should be noted here that only tweets that refer to floods in this specific region have been annotated as relevant.
The evaluation metric for the binary classification of tweets as relevant (1) or not relevant (0) will be F-score.
[1] Moumtzidou, A., Andreadis, S., Gialampoukidis, I., Karakostas, A., Vrochidis, S. and Kompatsiaris, I., 2018, April. Flood relevance estimation from visual and textual content in social media streams. In Companion Proceedings of the The Web Conference 2018 (pp. 1621-1627).
[2] Peters, R. and de Albuquerque, J.P., 2015. Investigating images as indicators for relevant social media messages in disaster management. In ISCRAM.
[3] Li, H., Guevara, N., Herndon, N., Caragea, D., Neppalli, K., Caragea, C., Squicciarini, A.C. and Tapia, A.H., 2015, May. Twitter Mining for Disaster Response: A Domain Adaptation Approach. In ISCRAM.
[4] Imran, M., Castillo, C., Lucas, J., Meier, P. and Vieweg, S., 2014, April. AIDR: Artificial intelligence for disaster response. In Proceedings of the 23rd International Conference on World Wide Web (pp. 159-162).
[5] Brouwer, T., Eilander, D., Van Loenen, A., Booij, M.J., Wijnberg, K.M., Verkade, J.S. and Wagemaker, J., 2017. Probabilistic flood extent estimates from social media flood observations. Natural Hazards & Earth System Sciences, 17(5).
We also recommend to read past years’ task papers in the MediaEval Proceedings:
[1] Proceedings of the MediaEval 2019 Workshop.
[2] Martha Larson, et al. (eds.) 2018. Proceedings of the MediaEval 2018 Workshop, Sophia Antipolis, France, Oct. 29-31, 2018.
[3] Guillaume Gravier et al. (eds.) 2017. Proceedings of the MediaEval 2017 Workshop, Dublin, Ireland, Sept. 13-15, 2017.
Stelios Andreadis, Information Technologies Institute - Centre of Research and Technology Hellas (ITI - CERTH), Greece<EMAIL_ADDRESS>Ilias Gialampoukidis, Information Technologies Institute - Centre of Research and Technology Hellas (ITI - CERTH), Greece
Anastasios Karakostas, Information Technologies Institute - Centre of Research and Technology Hellas (ITI - CERTH), Greece
Stefanos Vrochidis, Information Technologies Institute - Centre of Research and Technology Hellas (ITI - CERTH), Greece
Ioannis Kompatsiaris, Information Technologies Institute - Centre of Research and Technology Hellas (ITI - CERTH), Greece
Roberto Fiorin, Alto Adriatico Water Authority (AAWA), Italy
Daniele Norbiato, Alto Adriatico Water Authority (AAWA), Italy
Michele Ferri, Alto Adriatico Water Authority (AAWA), Italy
Benjamin Bischke, German Research Center for Artificial Intelligence (DFKI), Germany
Patrick Helber, German Research Center for Artificial Intelligence (DFKI), Germany
Workshop will be held online.
Acknowledgment: This task has been supported by the EU’s Horizon 2020 research and innovation programme under grant agreements H2020-700475 beAWARE, H2020-776019 EOPEN and H2020-832876 aqua3S.


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RecipeGen(arr) / Creating a recipe
RecipeGen
returns a recipe, generated based on the resources you pass.
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should be an array of resource prototypes (that is, like AL.Aluminum
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ingredients
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toString(isMultiline)
toString
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(parentheses)
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isRoot
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sellCost
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repeat(n)
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times, and returns an array.
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toString(level = 1)
Returns a string representation of the resource.
level
is used to define the amount of color and formatting in the string.
Suggested:
0
for when you are using a string inside of another function which returns a string (one line, all
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1
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2
for when you want formatted and extensive logging, like for debugging purposes (multiline, colored)
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toCalc
.
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res
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.
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.
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DH_PREP(1) Debhelper DH_PREP(1) NAME dh_prep - perform cleanups in preparation for building a binary package SYNOPSIS dh_prep [debhelperÂ options] [-Xitem] DESCRIPTION dh_prep is a debhelper program that performs some file cleanups in preparation for building a binary package. (This is what dh_clean -k used to do.) It removes the package build directories, debian/tmp, and some temp files that are generated when building a binary package. It is typically run at the top of the binary-arch and binary-indep targets, or at the top of a target such as install that they depend on. OPTIONS -Xitem --exclude=item Exclude files that contain item anywhere in their filename from being deleted, even if they would normally be deleted. You may use this option multiple times to build up a list of things to exclude. SEE ALSO debhelper(7) This program is a part of debhelper. AUTHOR Joey Hess<EMAIL_ADDRESS>9.20120909 2011-09-12 DH_PREP(1)


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