This do be madness,” Domon rumbled from where he stood with his arms folded as if blocking the way out of the wagon. Maybe he was. His jaw was thrust forward belligerently, sticking out a beard that was trimmed short but still longer than the hair on his head, and he was working his hands like a man thinking of making fists, or grappling with something.  Mat wanted to avoid fists or grappling, if he could.
He finished tying the black silk scarf around his neck, hiding his scar, and tucked the long ends into his coat. The chance that there was anyone in Jurador who knew about a man in Ebou Dar wearing a black scarf . . . Well, the odds seemed good even discounting his luck. Of course, there was always his being ta’veren to be factored in, but if that was going to bring him face-to-face with Suroth or a fistful of servants from the Tarasin Palace, he could stay in bed with a blanket wrapped around his head, and it still would happen. Sometimes, you just had to trust to luck. The trouble was, when he woke this morning, the dice had again been tumbling in his head.
“I promised,” he said. It was good to be back in decent clothes.
The coat was a fine green wool, well cut and hanging almost to his knees and the turned-down tops of his boots. There was no embroidery—maybe it could do with a little—but he had a touch of lace at his cuffs. And a good silk shirt. He wished he had a mirror. A man needed to look his best on a day like this. Picking up his cloak from the bed, he swung it across his shoulders. Not a gaudy thing like Luca’s. Dark gray, nearly as dark as night. Only the lining was red. His cloak pin was simple silver knots no larger than his thumbs.
“She gave her word, Bayle,” Egeanin said. “Her word. She will not break that, ever.” Egeanin sounded absolutely convinced. More convinced than Mat was, anyway. But sometimes a man had to take a chance. Even if he was wagering his neck. He had promised. And he did have his luck.
“It still be madness,” Domon grumbled. But he moved grudgingly away from the door when Mat settled his broad-brimmed black hat on his head.  He kept his glower, though.
She followed Mat out of the wagon, scowling herself and fiddling with her long black wig. Maybe she still felt uneasy with it, or maybe it fit differently now that she had close to a month’s growth of her own hair underneath. Not enough to go about bareheaded yet, in any case. Not till there was at least another hundred miles between them and Ebou Dar. Maybe it would not be safe until they crossed the Damona Mountains into Murandy.
The sky was clear, the sun just cresting the horizon, invisible yet behind the show’s canvas wall, and the morning was warm only compared to a snowstorm. Not the crispness of a late-winter morning in the Two Rivers, but a chill that slowly bored deep and put a faint mist in your breath. The showfolk were scurrying about like ants in a kicked anthill, filling the air with shouted demands to know who had moved those juggling rings or borrowed that pair of red-spangled breeches or shifted this performing platform. It looked and sounded like the start of a riot, yet there was no real anger in any of the voices. They shouted and waved arms all the time, but it never came to blows when there was a show in the offing, and somehow every performer would be in place and ready before the first patrons were let in. They might be slow packing up for the road, but performing meant money, and they could move fast enough for that.
“You really do think you can marry her,” Egeanin muttered, striding along at his side, kicking her worn brown woolen skirts. There was nothing dainty about Egeanin. She had a long stride, and she kept up easily. Dress or no dress, she seemed to need a sword on her hip. “There’s no other explanation for this. Bayle is right. You are mad!”
Mat grinned. “The question is, does she mean to marry me? The strangest people marry, sometimes.” When you knew you were going to hang, the only thing to do was grin at the noose. So he grinned and left her standing there with a scowl on her hard face. He thought she was growling curses under her breath, though he did not understand why. She was not the one who had to marry the last person on earth she wanted to. A noblewoman, all cool reserve and her nose in the air, when he liked barmaids with ready smiles and willing eyes. The heir to a throne, and not just any throne; the Crystal Throne, the Imperial Throne of Seanchan. A woman who spun his head like a top and left him wondering whether he held her captive or she held him. When fate gripped you by the throat, there was nothing to do but grin.
He kept a jaunty pace till he was in sight of the windowless purple wagon, and then he missed a step. A cluster of acrobats, four limber men who called themselves the Chavana brothers though it was plain as their noses they came from different countries, not just different mothers, rushed out of a green wagon nearby, shouting and gesturing wildly at one another. They spared a glance for the purple wagon and another for Mat, but they were too engrossed in their argument, and trotting too fast, for more. Gorderan was leaning against one of the purple wheels, scratching his head and frowning at the two women who stood at the foot of the wagon’s wooden steps. Two women. Both swathed in dark cloaks, faces concealed, yet there was no mistaking the flowered head scarf hanging out of the taller woman’s cowl. Well. He should have know Tuon would want her maid along. Noblewomen never went anywhere without a maid. Bet a penny or bet a crown, in the end it all came down to a toss of the dice just the same. They had had their chance to betray him. Still, he was betting on a woman making the same choice twice running. On two women doing it. What fool would make odds on that? But he had to toss the dice. Except, they were already rolling.
He met Selucia’s cold blue stare with a smile and swept off his hat to make an elegant leg to Tuon.  “Are you ready to go shopping?” He very nearly called her “my Lady,” but until she was willing to say his name . . .
“I have been ready for an hour, Toy,” Tuon drawled coolly. Casually lifting an edge of his cloak, she glanced at the red silk lining and eyed his coat before letting the cloak fall. “Lace suits you. Perhaps I will have lace added to your robes if I make you a cupbearer.”
His smile slipped for an instant. Could she still make him da’covale if she married him? He would have to ask Egeanin. Light, why did women never make it easy?
 Gorderan asked slowly, not quite looking at the women now. He tucked his thumbs behind his belt and did not quite look at Mat, either. “Just to carry, maybe?”
Tuon did not say a word. She just stood there looking up at Mat, waiting, big eyes getting cooler by the second. The dice bounced and rattled in his head. Well, he only hesitated a heartbeat before jerking his head to send the Redarm away. Maybe two heartbeats. He had to trust his luck. Trust her word. Trust is the sound of death. He stepped on that thought hard. This was no song, and no old memory could guide him. The dice inside his skull kept spinning.
With a slight bow, he offered his arm, which Tuon examined as if she had never seen an arm before, pursing those full lips. Then she gathered her cloak and set off with Selucia gliding at her heels, leaving him to hurry after them. No, women never did make it easy.
Despite the early hour, two burly fellows with cudgels were already guarding the entrance, and a third with a clear glass pitcher to take the coins and dump them through a slot in the iron-strapped box on the ground. Each of the three looked too clumsy to palm a copper without falling on his face, but Luca took no chances. Twenty or thirty people were already waiting inside the heavy ropes that led to the big blue banner naming Luca’s show, and unfortunately, Latelle was there, too, stern-faced in a dress sewn with crimson spangles and a cloak sewn with blue. Luca’s wife trained bears. Mat thought the bears did their tricks for fear she might bite them.
“I have everything in hand,” he told her. “Believe me, there’s nothing to worry about.” He might as well have spared his breath.
Latelle ignored him, frowning worriedly at Tuon and Selucia. She and her husband were the only two showfolk who knew who they were. There had seemed no reason to tell either about this morning’s jaunt. Luca, at least, would have had kittens. The stare Latelle shifted to Mat was not worried, just stone hard.  Then she sniffed and went back to studying the people waiting to get in. Latelle was even better than Luca at judging the weight of a purse before the drawstrings were undone. She was also ten times tougher than her husband. The dice tumbled on. Whatever had set them spinning, he had not yet reached the fateful point. The deciding point.
“She is a good wife for Master Luca,” Tuon murmured when they had gone a little way.
Mat looked at her sideways, and resettled his hat on his head. There had been no mockery in her tone. Did she hate Luca that much? Or was she saying what sort of wife she would be? Or . . . ? Burn him, he could go as crazy as Domon thought he was, trying to puzzle this woman out. She had to be the reason for the feel of dice in his head. What was she going to do?
It was a short walk away from the rising sun to the town, along a hard-packed road through hills that were treeless here, but people dotted the road the way windmills and salt pans dotted the hills. Staring straight ahead, they moved so purposefully they seemed not to see anyone in front of them. Mat dodged a round-faced man who nearly walked right into him, which made him have to jump away from a white-haired old fellow making a good speed on spindly legs.
“Are you practicing a dance, Toy?” Tuon said, peering up at him over a slim shoulder.  “It isn’t very graceful.”
He opened his mouth, just to point out how crowded the road was, and suddenly he realized he could no longer see anyone beyond her and Selucia. The people who had been there were just gone, the road empty as far as he could see before it made a bend. Slowly, he turned his head. There was no one between him and the show, either, just the folk waiting in line, and that looked no longer than before. Beyond the show, the road wound into the hills toward a distant forest, empty. Not a soul in sight. He pressed fingers against his chest, feeling the foxhead medallion through his coat. Just a piece of silver on a rawhide cord. He wished it felt cold as ice. Tuon arched an eyebrow.
 That was the point of this expedition, his promise to find Tuon something better than dresses that hung on her and made her look a child in a grownup’s clothing. At least, he was pretty sure he had promised that, and she was perfectly certain. The needlework of the show’s seamstresses met with Tuon’s approval, but not the cloth they had available. Performers’ costumes glittered with spangles and beads and bright colors, but the cloth was usually whatever could be found cheaply. Those who had better kept it and used it till it wore out. Jurador made its money from salt, though, and salt made a great deal of money. The town’s shops should offer any sort of material a woman could wish.
There was no finger-wiggling, this time. Tuon shared a look with Selucia. The taller woman shook her head, a wry, rueful twist to her mouth. Tuon shook her head. And they gathered their cloaks and started toward the town’s iron-studded gates. Women! He hurried to catch up again. They were his prisoners, after all. They were. Their shadows stretched out long in front of them. Had any of those people cast shadows before they vanished? He could not recall any of them breathing a mist, either. It hardly seemed to matter. They were gone, and he was not going to think about where they had come from or where they had gone. Probably something to do with being ta’veren. He was going to put it out of his head. He was. The dice rattling away left room for nothing else.
The gate guards seemed incurious about strangers, or at least about a man and two women afoot. Hard-faced fellows in white-painted breastplates and conical helmets with what looked like horsetails for crests, they ran impassive eyes over the cloaked women, lingering suspiciously a moment on Mat for some reason, and then returned to leaning on their halberds and staring blankly at the road. They were local men, most likely, in any case not Seanchan. The salt merchants and the local lady, Aethelaine, who apparently said whatever the salt merchants told her to, had sworn the Oaths of Return without hesitation and offered to pay a salt tax before they were asked. No doubt the Seanchan would get around to installing some sort of official here eventually, just to keep an eye on everything, but for the moment, they had more important uses for their soldiers. Mat had sent Thom and Juilin both to make sure there were no Seanchan in Jurador before agreeing to this excursion. A fool could trip over his own luck if he was not careful.
It was a prosperous, busy town, Jurador, with stone-paved streets, most of them wide and all lined with stone buildings roofed in reddish tiles. Houses and inns rubbed shoulders with stables and taverns, in a noisy jumble with a blacksmith’s clanging hammer on an anvil here and the racketing of a rugweaver’s looms there, and everywhere, it seemed, coopers hammering bands on tight barrels for transporting salt. Hawkers cried pins and ribbons, meat pies and roasted nuts from trays, or winter-wrinkled turnips and sorry plums from barrows. On every street men and women stood guard over the display goods on narrow tables in front of their shops and bellowed lists of what was offered within.
Picking out the salt merchants’ houses was easy, though, three stories of stone rather than two, covering eight times as much ground as any others, each with a columned walk overlooking the street and shielded by white wrought-iron screens between the columns. The lower windows on most houses had those screens, though not always painted. That much was reminiscent of Ebou Dar, but little else was, beyond the olive complexions of the people. There were no deep necklines exposing cleavage here, no skirts sewn up to display colored petticoats. The women wore embroidered dresses with high necks right up to their chins, a little embroidery for the common folk, a great deal for the richer, who wore cloaks embroidered top to bottom and sheer veils hanging over their faces from combs of gold-work or carved ivory stuck into dark, coiled braids. The men’s short coats were worked almost as thickly, in colors just as bright, and rich or poor, most men wore a long belt knife with a blade a little less curved than those in Ebou Dar. Rich or poor, the fellows did have a tendency to fondle their knife hilts as if expecting a fight, so maybe that was the same.
The Lady Aethelaine’s palace appeared no different from the outside than the salt merchants’ mansions, but it was located on the town’s main square, a wide expanse of polished stone where a broad round marble fountain sprayed water into the air. People filled their buckets and big pottery water jars from pipes spilling into stone basins at the corners of other squares, though. The big fountain put out a smell of brine. It was a symbol of Jurador’s wealth, pumped from the same source as the salt wells in the surrounding hills. Mat got to see a good deal of the town before the sun climbed even halfway to its noon peak.
Every time Tuon and Selucia spotted a shop with silks displayed out front, they stopped at the long narrow table to feel bolts of cloth and whisper with their heads together, waving off the attentions of the watchful shopkeeper. Those kept a very watchful eye, until they realized Mat was with the two women. In their stout woolens, well worn and badly fitting, they did not look customers for silk. Mat, with one side of his cloak thrown back to expose the lining, did. Whenever he tried to show an interest, though—women said they wanted you to show an interest!—whenever he got close enough to hear what they were saying, the women fell silent and looked at him, cool dark eyes and cool blue staring out of their deep cowls, until he fell back a step or two. Then Selucia would bend her head to Tuon’s, and they would go back to murmuring and fingering silk, red silk, blue silk, green silk, smooth shimmering silk and brocaded silk. Jurador was a very wealthy town.  None of it seemed to be right, though.
Inevitably, Tuon shook her head, and the pair of them glided away into the crowd with Mat hurrying to keep up as far as the next shop showing silks. The dice continued to bounce off the inside of his skull.
They were not the only ones from the show who had come into the town. He spotted Aludra, her face framed by beaded braids, walking through the crowd with a gray-haired man who had to be a salt merchant from the amount of bright embroidery covering his silk coat in flowers and hummingbirds. What would the Illuminator want with a salt merchant? Whatever she was saying to him, his pleased smile had added a few creases to his face, and he was nodding.
Tuon shook her head, and the two women glided toward the next shop, ignoring the shopkeeper’s deep bows. Well, most of those were directed at Mat. Maybe the skinny fool thought he wanted to buy silk for himself. Not that he would have passed up a new silk coat or three, but who could think about coats when he was waiting for those bloody dice to stop? Just a little embroidery, on the sleeves and shoulders.
Thom went by clutching his bronze-colored cloak around him, knuckling his long white mustaches and yawning as if he had spent the night awake. He might have. The gleeman had not taken to drink again, but Lopin and Nerim complained about him remaining awake till all hours, burning a lamp so he could read and re-read his precious letter. What could be so fascinating in a letter from a dead woman?  Light, maybe those people on the road . . . ! No; he was not going to think about that at all.
Tuon plucked one fold of silk and let it drop as she turned away without trying another. Selucia gave the stout shopkeeper such a stare before following that the woman started back in affront. Mat offered her a smile. Affronted shopkeepers could lead to town guards asking questions, and who could say where that might lead? He knew he could smile most women into feeling soothed. The round-faced woman sniffed at him and bent to smoothing the bolt of silk as tenderly as tucking in a babe. Most women, he thought sourly.
 Edesina lifted her cowl again, but she took no hurry with it, and the damage was done anyway, an Aes Sedai’s ageless face displayed for anyone who knew what they were seeing. No one in the street gave a sign that they had noticed anything, but he could not see every face. Was anyone thinking of a reward? There might be no Seanchan in Jurador at the moment, but they did pass through.
Edesina glided around a corner, and two dark-cloaked shapes followed her. Two. Had the sul’dam left only one of their number in the camp to watch two Aes Sedai? Or maybe Joline or Teslyn was somewhere close by, and he had missed seeing her. He craned his neck, searching the throng for another plain cloak, but every one he saw had at least a little embroidery.
Abruptly, it hit him like a stone between the eyes. Every cloak he could see had at least a little embroidery.  Were the dice spinning faster?
Breathing hard, he went up on his toes, but the street was a river of embroidered cloaks, embroidered coats and dresses. It did not mean they were trying to escape. Tuon had given her word; she had passed up a perfect chance for betrayal. But all either woman had to do was say three words, and anyone who heard them likely would recognize a Seanchan accent. That might be sufficient to set the hounds on his trail. There were two shops ahead that seemed to be offering cloth, one on either side of the street. Neither with a pair of dark-cloaked women at the tables out front. They could have turned a corner easily enough, but he had to trust to luck. His luck was especially good when the game was random.  Burn him, let his luck run good.
Closing his eyes, he spun in a circle in the middle of the street and took a step. At random. He bumped into someone solid, hard enough to make them both grunt.  Mat did not care. He was facing straight at one of the two shops. Pulling his hat down tight, he ran. The dice were rolling faster.
Divided shelves stuffed with bolts of cloth lined the walls of the shop from floor to ceiling, and more stood stacked on long tables out in the floor. The shopkeeper was a scrawny woman with a large mole on her chin, her assistant slim and pretty and angry-eyed. He dashed inside just in time to hear the shopkeeper say, “For the last time, if you won’t tell me what you’re here for, I’m going to send Nelsa for the guards.” Tuon and Selucia, faces still hidden in their hoods, were walking slowly along one wall full of cloth, stopping to touch a bolt but neither paying the shopkeeper any heed.
“They’re with me,” Mat said breathlessly. Tugging the purse from his pocket, he tossed it on the nearest clear table. The heavy clink it made landing put a wide smile on the shopkeeper’s narrow face. “Give them whatever they want,” he told her. And to Tuon, he added firmly, “If you’re going to buy anything, it’s going to be here. I’ve had all the exercise I care for this morning.”
He would have had the words back as soon as they left his mouth, if he could. Speak to a woman that way, and she flared in your face like one of Aludra’s firesticks, every time. But Tuon’s big eyes looked up at him from the shelter of her hood.  It was a secret smile, for herself, not him. The Light only knew what it meant. He hated it when women did that. At least the dice had not stopped. That had to be a good sign, right?
Tuon had no need of words to make her choices, silently pointing out bolt after bolt and measuring with her small dark hands how much the shopkeeper was to cut off with her shears. The woman did the work herself instead of delegating it to her assistant, and well she might, considering. Red silk in several shades went under those long sharp scissors, and green silk in a few shades, and more varieties of blue silk than Mat knew existed. Tuon chose out some fine linen in several thicknesses, and lengths of bright wool—she consulted Selucia over those in muffled whispers—but mostly it was silk. He got back much less of his purse than he had expected.
Once all that cloth had been folded and neatly tied, then bundled into a larger length of coarse linen—at no extra charge, thank you very much—it made a mound as fat as a peddler’s pack. It did not surprise him at all to learn that he was expected to carry the thing across his shoulders, with his hat dangling in one hand. Dress your best, buy a woman silk, and she still found a way to make you work! Maybe she was making him pay for speaking firmly.
He earned plenty of stares from gaping fools as he made his way out of the town behind the two women. They glided along smug as cats full of cream. Even cloaked and hooded, their backs said it all. The sun was still well short of midday, but the line of people waiting to get into the show stretched down the road almost to the town. Most gaped and pointed as if he were a painted fool. One of the big horse handlers guarding the coin box gave a gap-toothed smirk and opened his mouth, but Mat returned him a level look, and the fellow decided to put his eyes back on the coins going from townsfolk to glass pitcher to box. Mat thought he had never been so relieved to be inside Luca’s show.
Before he and the two women had gotten three steps inside the entrance, Juilin came running up, for a wonder without Thera or his red cap. The thief-catcher’s face could have been carved from ancient oak. Eyeing the people flowing past them into the show, he pitched his voice low. Low and urgent. “I was coming to find you. It’s Egeanin; she’s been . . . hurt. Come quickly.”
The man’s tone said enough, but worse, Mat realized the dice in his head were drumming, now. He flung the pack of cloth at the horse handlers with a hasty injunction to guard it as close as the coin-box or he would set the women on them, but he did not wait to see whether they took him seriously. Juilin darted back the way he had come at a run, and Mat ran after him, along the wide main street of the show where noisy gawking crowds were watching the four bare-chested Chavana brothers stand on one another’s shoulders, and contortionists in filmy trousers and glittering vests sit on their own heads, and a slack-rope walker in spangled blue breeches climbing a long wooden ladder to begin her performance. Short of the slack-rope walker, Juilin dodged into one of the narrower streets, where laundry hung from lines between the tents and wagons, performers sat on stools and wagon steps waiting to go on, and show children ran playing with balls and hoops. Mat knew where they were headed, now, but the thief-catcher ran too fast to overtake.
Ahead, he saw his green wagon. Latelle was peering underneath, and Luca, in one of his bright red cloaks, was waving a pair of jugglers to move along. The two women, in baggy trousers and with faces painted white like a noble’s fools, took a good look under the wagon before they obeyed. As he came closer, he could see what they had they been staring at. Coatless, Domon was sitting on the ground under the edge of the wagon, cradling a limp Egeanin in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner her mouth. Her wig hung askew. That stood out, for some reason. She always fussed so to keep that wig straight. The dice beat like thunder.
“This could be disaster,” Luca growled, splitting his glower between Mat and Juilin. It was an angry glower, though, not frightened. “You may have brought me to disaster!” He shooed away a gaggle of wide-eyed children, and growled at a plump woman in skirts that glittering with silvery spangles. Miyora made leopards do tricks that even Latelle would not try, but she merely tossed her head before gliding off. No one took Luca as seriously as he took himself.
The man gave a start when Tuon and Selucia hurried up, and looked on the point of telling them to go, too, before he thought better of it. In fact, he began to frown thoughtfully. And worriedly. It seemed his wife had not told him about Mat and the women leaving the show, and it was clear they had been somewhere. The blue-eyed woman had the huge bundle of cloth on her back now, with her arms doubled behind her, though she stood straight despite the bulk. You would think a lady’s maid was used to carrying things, but her face was a picture of frustrated irritation. Latelle eyed her up and down, then sneered at Mat as if he were the reason the woman was thrusting her considerable bosom out. Luca’s wife was very good at sneering, yet Tuon’s stern expression made Latelle nearly look mild. A judge peered out of her cowl, a judge ready to pass sentence.
For the moment, Mat did not care what the women thought.
 Tossing his cloak back, he went to one knee and touched fingers to Egeanin’s throat. Her pulse beat weakly, thin and fluttering.
“What happened?” he asked. “Have you sent for one of the sisters?” Moving Egeanin might be enough to kill her, but there might be time for Healing, if the Aes Sedai were quick. He was not about to say that name aloud, though, with people walking by, pausing for curious stares before Luca or Latelle hurried them on. Everyone moved quicker for her than for him. Latelle herself was the only one who really jumped for Luca.
“Renna!” Domon spat the name. Despite his short cap of hair and that Illianer beard that left his upper lip bare, he did not look ridiculous, now. He looked afraid and murderous, a dangerous combination. “I did see her stab Egeanin in the back and run. If I could have reached her, I would have broken her neck, but my hand be all that’s holding Egeanin’s blood in.  So much for being careful with his tongue.
“I be right here, Bayle Domon,” Teslyn announced coldly, rushing up with Thera, who took one horrified look at Tuon and Selucia and latched on to Juilin’s arm with a squeak, eyes on the ground. The way she began trembling, she might be there herself in a minute.
The hard-eyed Aes Sedai made a face as if she had a mouthful of briars when she saw what lay in front of her, or maybe where it lay, but she swiftly crouched underneath the wagon beside Domon and clasped Egeanin’s head in her bony hands. “Joline do be better at this than I,” she muttered, halt under her breath, “but I may be able—”
The silver foxhead went cold against Mat’s chest, and Egeanin jerked so violently that her wig fell off, nearly pulling herself out of Domon’s grasp as her eyes popped open wide.  He was almost accustomed to that. He hated being accustomed to that.
Teslyn slumped, too, on the point of falling over until Domon shifted his grip on Egeanin to steady the Aes Sedai with one hand.
“Thank you,” Teslyn said after a moment, the words sounding dragged from her. “But I need no help.” She used the side of the wagon to help her rise, though, her cold Aes Sedai gaze daring anyone to comment. “The blade did slide on a rib and so did miss her heart. All she does need now be rest and food.”
She had not delayed to grab a cloak, Mat realized. In one direction along the narrow street, a clutch of women in spangled cloaks was watching from in front of a green-striped tent, their gazes intent and focused. In the other, half a dozen men and women in white-striped coats and tight breeches, acrobats who performed on horseback, darted looks toward Teslyn between putting their heads together to whisper. Too late to worry about someone recognizing an Aes Sedai’s face. Too late to worry that one of them knew Healing when he saw it done. The dice battered at the inside of Mat’s head. They had not stopped; the game was not played out, yet.
“Who’s looking for her, Juilin?” he asked. “Juilin?”
The thief-catcher gave over glaring at Tuon and Selucia and murmuring to Thera, though he continued to pat the trembling woman. “Vanin and the Redarms, Lopin and Nerim. Olver, too. He was away before I could catch him. But in this . . . ” He stopped soothing Thera long enough to gesture toward the main street. The babble of voices was clearly audible even at this distance. “All she needs is to lay hands on one of those fancy cloaks, and she can slip out with the first folk to leave. If we try stopping every woman with her hood up, or even try looking inside, we’ll have a riot on our hands.  Latelle put an arm around him. It must have been like being comforted by a leopard, but in any case, Luca did not look much comforted.
“Burn me, why?” Mat growled.  I thought if anybody went over the edge . . . !” He did not even glance at Thera, but Juilin still scowled at him darkly.
Domon had stood up with Egeanin in his arms. She struggled feebly at first—Egeanin was not a woman to let herself be carried about like a doll—but eventually she seemed to realize that if she did make her own feet, she would fall over. She sagged against the Illianer’s chest with a resentful glower. Domon would learn; even when a woman needed help, if she did not want it, she made you pay for giving it. “I’m the only one who knew her secret,” she drawled in a weak voice. “The only one who might give it away, at least. She may have thought it would be safe to go home, with me dead.”
“What secret?” Mat asked.
The woman hesitated, for some reason, frowning at Domon’s chest. Finally she sighed. “Renna was leashed, once. So were Bethamin and Seta. They can channel. Or maybe learn to; I don’t know. But the a’dam worked on those three. Maybe it works on any sul’dam.” Mat whistled through his teeth. Now, that would be a kick in the head for the Seanchan.
Luca and his wife exchanged puzzled glances, plainly not understanding a word. Teslyn’s mouth hung open, Aes Sedai serenity washed away in shock. Selucia made an angry sound, though, blue eyes blazing, and dropped the bundle of cloth from her back as she took a step toward Domon. A quick flash of Tuon’s fingers stopped her in her tracks, though it was a quivering halt. Tuon’s face was a dark mask, unreadable. She did not like what she had heard, though. Come to think, she had said she trained damane. Oh, burn him, on top of everything else, he was going to marry a woman who could channel?
The sound of horses’ hooves announced Harnan and the other three Redarms coming along the narrow way between the tents and wagons at a quick trot. Their swords were belted on under their cloaks, Metwyn with a dagger almost as long as a short-sword to boot, and Gorderan had his heavy crossbow hanging at his saddle, already drawn and latched. The crank at his belt would take a full minute to pull back the thick cord, but this way, all he need do was place a bolt. Harnan carried a double-curve horsebow, with a bristling quiver at his hip. Fergin was leading Pips.
Harnan did not bother dismounting. Eyeing Tuon and Selucia suspiciously, and Luca and Latelle with almost as much doubt, he leaned down from his saddle, the crude hawk tattoo sharp on his cheek. “Renna stole a horse, my Lord,” he said quietly. “Rode down one of the horse handlers at the entrance getting out. Vanin’s following her. He says she could reach Coramen some time tonight. That’s the way she headed. She’s moving a lot faster than the wagons did. But she’s riding bareback; we can catch her, with luck.” He sounded as if that luck were a matter of fact. The men of the Band trusted Mat Cauthon’s luck more than he did himself.
There did not seem to be any choices, really. The dice were still pounding in his head. There was still a chance they might fall his way. A small chance. Mat Cauthon’s luck. “Get your people on the road as fast as they can pack up, Luca,” he said, stepping up onto Pips. “Leave the wall and anything else you can’t get onto the wagons fast. Just go.”
“Are you crazy?” Luca spluttered. “If I try to chase those people out, I will have a riot! And they’ll want their coin back!” Light, the man would think of money with his neck stretched on the headsman’s block.
“Think what you’ll have if a thousand Seanchan find you here tomorrow.” Mat’s voice was as cold as he could make it. If he failed, the Seanchan would run Luca’s show down in short order however fast they flogged their horses. Luca knew it, too, from the twist of his mouth, as if he had just bitten a rotting plum. Mat made himself ignore the man. The dice were drumming hard, but they had not stopped yet. “Juilin, leave all the gold for Luca except one good purse.” Maybe the man could bribe his way clear, once the Seanchan saw he did not have their Daughter of the Nine bloody Moons. “Gather everybody and ride out as soon as you can. Once you’re out of sight of the town, take to the forest. I’ll find you.”
“Everybody?” Sheltering Thera with his body, Juilin jerked his head toward Tuon and Selucia. “Leave those two in Jurador, and the Seanchan might stop with getting them back. It might slow them down, at least. You keep saying you’re going to turn them loose sooner or later.”
Mat met Tuon’s eyes. Big dark liquid eyes, in a smooth expressionless face. She had pushed her hood back a little, so he could see her face clearly. If he left her behind, then she could not say the words, or if she did, he would be too far way for the words to matter. If he left her behind, he would never learn why she smiled those mysterious smiles, or what lay behind the mystery. Light, he was a fool! Pips danced a few impatient steps.
“Everybody,” he said. Did Tuon nod slightly, as if to herself? Why would she nod? “Let’s ride,” he told Harnan.
They had to walk their horses through the crowds to get out of the show, but as soon as they reached the road, Mat put Pips to a gallop, cloak streaming behind and head down to keep his hat from blowing off. It was not a pace you could keep a horse at for long. The road wound around hills and crossed ridges, occasionally cutting through where the rise was not too high. They splashed across ankle-deep streams and thundered over low wooden bridges crossing deeper water. Trees began to appear on the slopes again, pine and leatherleaf showing green among the winter-bare branches of the others. Farms clung to some of the hills, low tile-roofed stone houses and taller barns, and now and then a hamlet of eight or ten houses.
A few miles from the show, Mat spotted a wide man ahead of them, sitting his saddle like a sack of suet. The horse was a leggy dun, eating ground at a steady trot. It figured that a horse thief had an eye for a good animal. Catching the sound of their hooves, Vanin looked back, but he only slowed to a walk. That was bad.
When Mat slowed Pips beside the dun, Vanin spat. “Best wager we got is we find her horse run to death, so I can track her afoot from there,” he muttered. “She’s pushing harder than I figured, with her bareback. If we push, we can maybe catch her by sunset. If her horse don’t founder or die, that’s about the time she’ll make Coramen.”
Mat tipped back his head to glance at the sun, almost straight overhead. It was a long way to cover in less than half a day. If he turned back, he could be a good distance the other side of Jurador by sunset, in company with Thom and Juilin and the others. With Tuon. With the Seanchan knowing to hunt Mat Cauthon. The man who had kidnapped the Daughter of the Nine Moons could not own enough luck to get off with being made da’covale. And sometime tomorrow or the next day, they would plant Luca on an impaling stake. Luca and Latelle, Petra and Clarine and the rest. A thicket of impaling stakes. The dice rattled and bounced in his head.
“We can make it,” he said. There was no other choice.
Vanin spat.
There was only one way to cover a great deal of ground quickly on a horse, if you meant to be on a live horse at the end. They walked the animals for half a mile, then trotted half a mile. The same at a canter, then a run, and it was back to a walk. The sun began to slide downward, and the dice spun. Around sparsely forested hills and over tree-topped ridges. Streams that could be crossed in three strides, barely wetting the horses' hooves, and streams thirty paces across with flat bridges of wood or sometimes stone. The sun sank lower and lower, and the dice spun faster and faster. Almost back to the Elbar, and no sign of Renna except scuffs on the hard dirt of the road that Vanin pointed to as if they were painted signs.
"Getting close, now," the fat man muttered. He did not sound happy, though.
Then they rounded a hill, and there was another low bridge ahead. Beyond, the road twisted north to cross the next ridge through a saddle. The sun, sitting atop the ridge, blazed in their eyes. Coramen lay on the other side of that ridge. Pulling his hat low for shade, Mat searched the road for a woman, for anyone, mounted or afoot, and his heart sank.
Vanin cursed and pointed.
A lathered bay was laboring its way up the slope on the other side of the river, a woman frantically kicking its flanks, urging it to climb. Renna had been too anxious to reach the Seanchan to stick with the road. She was maybe two hundred paces from them, and she might as well have been miles. Her mount was on the point of collapsing, but she could get down and run within sight of the garrisons before they could reach her. All she had to do was reach the crest, another fifty feet.
"My Lord?" Harnan said. He had an arrow nocked and his bow half raised. Gorderan held the heavy crossbow to his shoulder, a thick pointed bolt in place.
 He did not know what. Something. The dice rolled like thunder. "Shoot," he said.
He wanted to close his eyes. The crossbow snapped; the bolt made a black streak through the air. Renna slammed forward when it hit her back. She had almost managed to push herself erect against the bay's neck when Harnan's arrow took her.
Slowly, she toppled from the horse, sliding down the slope, rolling, bouncing off saplings, tumbling faster and faster until she splashed into the stream. For a moment, she floated facedown against the bank, and then the current caught her and pulled her away, skirts billowing up on the water. Slowly she drifted toward the Elbar. Maybe, eventually, she would reach the sea. And that made three. It hardly seemed to matter that the dice had stopped. That made three. Never again, he thought as Renna floated out of sight around a bend. If I die for it, never again.
They did not press, riding back eastward. There was no point, and Mat felt too bone-weary. They did not stop, though, except to breathe and water the horses. No one wanted to talk.
It was the small hours of the night when they reached Jurador, the town a dark mass with the gates shut tight. Clouds covered the moon. Surprisingly, the canvas walls of Luca’s show were still in place just beyond the town. With a pair of bulky men wrapped in blankets snoring away beneath the big banner as they guarded the entrance. Even from the road, in the dark, it was plain that wagons and tents filled the space behind the wall.
“At least I can tell Luca he doesn’t have to run after all,” Mat said wearily, turning Pips toward the banner. “Maybe he’ll give us a place to sleep a few hours.” For all the gold he had left, Luca should give them his own wagon, but knowing the man, Mat had hopes for clean straw somewhere. Tomorrow, he would set out to find Thom and the others. And Tuon. Tomorrow, when he had rested.
A greater shock waited inside Luca’s huge wagon. It truly was roomy inside, at least for a wagon, with a narrow table sitting in the middle and space to walk around it. Table, cupboards and shelves all were polished till they glowed. Tuon was sitting in a gilded chair—Luca would have a chair, and gilded, when everybody else made do with stools!—with Selucia standing at her back. A beaming Luca was watching Latelle offer Tuon a plate of steaming pastries, which the dark little woman was examining as if she would actually eat something that Luca’s wife had cooked.
Tuon showed no surprise at all at Mat walking into the wagon. “Is she captured, or dead?” she said, picking up a pastry with her fingers curved in that curiously graceful way.
“Dead,” he said flatly. “Luca, what in the Light—”
“I forbid it, Toy!” Tuon snapped, pointing a finger at him sharply. “I forbid you to mourn a traitor!” Her voice softened, slightly, but it remained firm. “She earned death by betraying the Empire, and she would have betrayed you as easily. She was trying to betray you. What you did was justice, and I name it so.” Her tone said that if she named a thing, then it was well and truly named.
 “Is everyone else still here, too?” he demanded.
 “The Lady—the High Lady; forgive me, High Lady.” He bowed deeply. “She talked to Merrilin and Sandar, and . . . Well, you see how it was. A very persuasive woman, the Lady. The High Lady. Cauthon, about my gold. You said they were to hand it over, but Merrilin said he’d slit my throat first, and Sandar threatened to crack my head, and . . . ” He trailed off under Mat’s stare, then suddenly brightened again. “Look what the Lady gave me!” Snatching open one of the cupboards, he pulled out a folded paper that he held reverently in both hands. It was thick paper, and white as snow; expensive. “A warrant. Not sealed, of course, but signed. Valan Luca’s Grand Traveling Show and Magnificent Display of Marvels and Wonders is now under the personal protection of the High Lady Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag. Everyone will know who that is, of course. I could go to Seanchan. I could put on my show for the Empress! May she live forever,” he added hastily, with another bow to Tuon.
For nothing, Mat thought bleakly. He sank down on one of the beds with his elbows on his knees, earning a very pointed look from Latelle. Likely only Tuon’s presence kept her from clouting him!
 “You are not to use that except at need, Master Luca. Great need!”
“Of course, High Lady; of course.” Luca bobbed bows as if he might be kissing the floorboards any minute.

“I did make specific mention of who is not under my protection, Toy.” Tuon took a bite of pastry and delicately brushed a crumb from her lip with a finger. “Can you guess whose name heads that list?” She smiled. Not a malicious smile. Another of those smiles for herself, amusement or delight in something he could not see. Suddenly, he noticed something. That little cluster of silk rosebuds he had given her was pinned to her shoulder.
Despite himself, Mat began to laugh. He threw his hat down on the floor and laughed. With everything, all his efforts, he did not know this woman at all! Not a bit! He laughed until his ribs hurt.


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| BLE_ERROR | Encode (const System::PacketBufferHandle &msgBuf) const |
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| static BLE_ERROR | Decode (const System::PacketBufferHandle &msgBuf, BleTransportCapabilitiesResponseMessage &msg) |
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| uint8_t | mSelectedProtocolVersion |
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| uint16_t | mFragmentSize |
| BLE transport fragment size selected by peripheral in response to MTU value in BleTransportCapabilitiesRequestMessage and its local observation of the BLE connection MTU. More... | |
| uint8_t | mWindowSize |
| The initial and maximum receive window size offered by the peripheral, defined in terms of GATT write payloads. More... | |
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| BLE_ERROR chip::Ble::BleTransportCapabilitiesResponseMessage::Encode | ( | const System::PacketBufferHandle & | msgBuf | ) | const |
Must be able to reserve 20 byte data length in msgBuf.
| uint16_t chip::Ble::BleTransportCapabilitiesResponseMessage::mFragmentSize |
BLE transport fragment size selected by peripheral in response to MTU value in BleTransportCapabilitiesRequestMessage and its local observation of the BLE connection MTU.
| uint8_t chip::Ble::BleTransportCapabilitiesResponseMessage::mSelectedProtocolVersion |
The lower 4 bits specify the BLE transport protocol version that the BLE peripheral has selected for this connection.
A value of kBleTransportProtocolVersion_None means that no supported protocol version was found in the central's capabilities request. The central should unsubscribe after such a response has been sent to free up the peripheral for connections from devices with supported protocol versions.
| uint8_t chip::Ble::BleTransportCapabilitiesResponseMessage::mWindowSize |
The initial and maximum receive window size offered by the peripheral, defined in terms of GATT write payloads.


In an official statement released by the airline, Precious Mensah should have purchased two seats for her comfortability and the safety of other passengers.
According to the management of the airline, the size of the Di Asa winner was too small for a single seat and was supposed to purchase an extra seat.
“An industry practise for passengers who cannot be accommodated in a single seat due to their size is for them to purchase an extra seat for their own safety and comfort, should a seat be available”, an excerpt from the press release read.
Read the full statement below;
“Emirates is committed to passenger safety.”
Accra – 20th November 2019: An Emirates spokesperson – “We respect our customers’ privacy and cannot discuss specific customer details or cases.  An industry practise for passengers who cannot be accommodated in a single seat due to their size is for them to purchase an extra seat for their own safety and comfort, should a seat be available.”
Precious Mensah popularly known as PM was kicked off a flight to the United Arab Emirates due to her huge size.
The 2019 Di Asa winner who was travelling with the two runners-up of the reality show was not allowed to board the flight to Dubai because she is too big.


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Styles provided directly from the MTA. MTA Styles was created by the WNYC DataNews team. See Github for code and more details.
You can easily install MTA Styles with a package manager on the command line.
npm install mta-styles bower install mta-styles
Or include directly with this CDN:
<link rel="stylesheet" href="//cdn.rawgit.com/datanews/mta-styles/0.0.5/dist/mta-styles.css">
It's easy to put a MTA line symbol in your markup, specifically for the subway, just use some markup like the following.
<i class="mta mta-symbol subway-n"><i>
The symbols will adjust to the font-size they are placed in, but you can also use classes to make the symbols small, medium, and large:
mta-small
mta-med
mta-large
MTA Styles provides all the colors as background with classes like mta subway-a
. Some examples:
mta subway-a
mta lirr-babylon
mta metro-north-pascack-valley
You can also use the line colors as foreground colors by adding a -fg
suffix. Some examples:
mta subway-j-fg
mta lirr-montauk-fg
mta metro-north-harlem-fg
MTA Styles also provides a JSON file for use in applications or data analysis.
subway-a subway-c subway-e subway-b subway-d subway-f subway-m subway-g subway-j subway-z subway-l subway-n subway-q subway-r subway-w subway-s subway-1 subway-2 subway-3 subway-4 subway-5 subway-6 subway-7 lirr-babylon lirr-city-terminal lirr-far-rockaway lirr-hempstead lirr-long-beach lirr-montauk lirr-oyster-bay lirr-port-jefferson lirr-port-washington lirr-ronkonkoma lirr-west-hempstead metro-north-harlem metro-north-hudson metro-north-new-haven metro-north-pascack-valley metro-north-port-jervis


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A KeyframeTrack is a timed sequence of [link:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Key_frame keyframes], which are composed of lists of times and related values, and which are used to animate a specific property of an object.
For an overview of the different elements of the three.js animation system see the "Animation System" article in the "Next Steps" section of the manual.
In contrast to the animation hierarchy of the [link:https://github.com/mrdoob/three.js/wiki/JSON-Model-format-3 JSON model format] a `KeyframeTrack` doesn't store its single keyframes as objects in a "keys" array (holding the times and the values for each frame together in one place).
Instead of this there are always two arrays in a `KeyframeTrack`: the [page:.times times] array stores the time values for all keyframes of this track in sequential order, and the [page:.values values] array contains the corresponding changing values of the animated property.
A single value, belonging to a certain point of time, can not only be a simple number, but (for example) a vector (if a position is animated) or a quaternion (if a rotation is animated). For this reason the values array (which is a flat array, too) might be three or four times as long as the times array.
Corresponding to the different possible types of animated values there are several subclasses of `KeyframeTrack`, inheriting the most properties and methods:
Some examples of how to manually create [page:AnimationClip AnimationClips] with different sorts of KeyframeTracks can be found in the [link:https://threejs.org/examples/jsm/animation/AnimationClipCreator.js AnimationClipCreator] file.
Since explicit values are only specified for the discrete points of time stored in the times array, all values in between have to be interpolated.
The track's name is important for the connection of this track with a specific property of the animated node (done by [page:PropertyBinding]).
[page:String name] - the identifier for the `KeyframeTrack`.
[page:Array times] - an array of keyframe times, converted internally to a
[link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array].
[page:Array values] - an array with the values related to the times array,
converted internally to a
[link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array].
[page:Constant interpolation] - the type of interpolation to use. See
[page:Animation Animation Constants] for possible values. Default is
[page:Animation InterpolateLinear].
The track's name can refer to morph targets or [page:SkinnedMesh bones] or possibly other values within an animated object. See [page:PropertyBinding.parseTrackName] for the forms of strings that can be parsed for property binding:
The name can specify the node either using its name or its uuid (although it needs to be in the subtree of the scene graph node passed into the mixer). Or, if the track name starts with a dot, the track applies to the root node that was passed into the mixer.
Usually after the node a property will be specified directly. But you can also specify a subproperty, such as .rotation[x], if you just want to drive the X component of the rotation via a float track.
You can also specify bones or multimaterials by using an object name, for example: .bones[R_hand].scale; the red channel of the diffuse color of the fourth material in a materials array - as a further example - can be accessed with .materials[3].diffuse[r].
PropertyBinding will also resolve morph target names, for example: .morphTargetInfluences[run].
Note: The track's name does not necessarily have to be unique. Multiple tracks can drive the same property. The result should be based on a weighted blend between the multiple tracks according to the weights of their respective actions.
A [link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array], converted from the times array which is passed in the constructor.
A [link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array], converted from the values array which is passed in the constructor.
The default interpolation type: [page:Animation InterpolateLinear].
[link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array], the type of the buffer internally used for the times.
[link:https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/JavaScript/Reference/Global_Objects/Float32Array Float32Array], the type of the buffer internally used for the values.
Returns a copy of this track.
Creates a [page:LinearInterpolant LinearInterpolant], [page:CubicInterpolant CubicInterpolant] or [page:DiscreteInterpolant DiscreteInterpolant], depending on the value of the interpolation parameter passed in the constructor.
Returns the interpolation type.
Returns the size of each value (that is the length of the [page:.values values] array divided by the length of the [page:.times times] array).
Creates a new [page:DiscreteInterpolant DiscreteInterpolant] from the [page:KeyframeTrack.times times] and [page:KeyframeTrack.times values]. A Float32Array can be passed which will receive the results. Otherwise a new array with the appropriate size will be created automatically.
Creates a new [page:LinearInterpolant LinearInterpolant] from the [page:KeyframeTrack.times times] and [page:KeyframeTrack.times values]. A Float32Array can be passed which will receive the results. Otherwise a new array with the appropriate size will be created automatically.
Create a new [page:CubicInterpolant CubicInterpolant] from the [page:KeyframeTrack.times times] and [page:KeyframeTrack.times values]. A Float32Array can be passed which will receive the results. Otherwise a new array with the appropriate size will be created automatically.
Removes equivalent sequential keys, which are common in morph target sequences.
Scales all keyframe times by a factor.
Note: This is useful, for example, for conversions to a certain rate of
frames per seconds (as it is done internally by
[page:AnimationClip.CreateFromMorphTargetSequence animationClip.CreateFromMorphTargetSequence]).
Sets the interpolation type. See [page:Animation Animation Constants] for choices.
Moves all keyframes either forward or backward in time.
Removes keyframes before `startTime` and after `endTime`, without changing any values within the range [`startTime`, `endTime`].
Performs minimal validation on the tracks. Returns true if valid.
This method logs errors to the console, if a track is empty, if the [page:.valueSize value size] is not valid, if an item in the [page:.times times] or [page:.values values] array is not a valid number or if the items in the `times` array are out of order.
Converts the track to JSON.
[link:https://github.com/mrdoob/three.js/blob/master/src/[path].js src/[path].js]


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We use industry standard protocols and technology to protect you registered user information and PII, such as VeriSign and Secure Socket Layer (SSL) sessions. Our SSL session encrypts all transaction data for transmittal in a format that prevents data theft by unauthorized third parties. However, please take into account that the Internet and e-mail transmissions are not a secure or error free communication means.
Additionally, we may undertake internal reviews of our data collection, storage and processing practices and security measures, as well as physical security measures to guard against unauthorized access to systems where we store PII.
Information release and disclosure
We must reserve our right to disclose your PII, when we or our affiliates, licensors, officers, agents and/or representatives reasonably believe it necessary to protect our interests, or where you are found to be in breach of our Terms and/or Policy. Accordingly, we will have the right to disclose any and all collected PII and/or personal data, under the following circumstances:
- If required under applicable law, rules or regulations;
- In response to a valid request or subpoena from a government or law enforcement agency;
- To defend ourselves and our affiliates, licensors, officers, agents and representatives from legal claims and processes brought to us by third parties (including takedown notices);
- To defend the property, rights and integrity of any of our users, advertisers or licensors;
- To stop or cause to cease any actions that we may consider to cause –whether allegedly or factually– a contingency or liability.
From time to time, we may temporarily share our users' PII only to our authorized third party service providers, which perform certain services on our behalf, and only after your express consent. The purposes of this temporary transfer may include, but are not limited to: customer support service, community management, web analytics, advertising, marketing, surveys, contests, promotions and other features offered via our Site.
Commercial Electronic Messages
From time to time, we will ask you for express permission and consent to receive Commercial Electronic Messages (‘CEM’), which we will sometimes send from or to computers to our users. A CEM is a message in an electronic format (e.g. emails, SMS, social messages, push notifications and other form of communications) which is then sent to an electronic address (e.g. email, instant message accounts, smart phone, social profile) that contains a message asking recipients to participate in commercial activities (e.g. purchase of products and services).
Express consent for CEMs does not apply for those that we may send for security, refunds or guarantees of products and services of our Site. Our optional email newsletters are also considered CEMs, and therefore you may subscribe or unsubscribe from them at will, usually on your account settings, or by following the unsubscribe links contained therein.
Personal data owners’ rights and revocation of consent
Any user of our Site shall have the right to make a request to us in order to enforce his rights to:
- Access his PII;
- Rectify his PII, when inaccurate or incomplete;
- Cancel the process of his PII;
- Object --with legitimate reasons-- the process of his PII; and/or
- Revoke his consent for the use, storage, treatment, process and/or, disclosure of his PII.
The enforcement and upholding of your privacy rights should be requested to us in writing and must include, at a minimum, the following information: (i) your complete name, address and/or e-mail address in order for us to notify you the response to your request; (ii) attached documents establishing your identity; and (iii) a clear and concise description of the PII with regard to which you seek to enforce any of your rights. If you request rectification, please indicate amendments to be made and attach documentation to back up your request.
In order to enforce your privacy rights, please contact us by email. Upon receipt of your request, and after due review, we may then edit, deactivate and/or delete your PII from our Site. Please take into account that we may not be able to delete all of your data from some our databases and that, if so is the case, we will then mark such data as permanently inaccessible.
Financial data and information
We use payment partners in order to bill and process any payments made via our Site. These platforms will request you to disclose them sensitive PII (e.g. credit card number, account username and password) in order to complete purchases and operations related to our services. Such third party payment processing platforms are governed by their own safety standards, policies and terms of use. We shall not be liable for their operation, safety or otherwise their functioning. We strongly advise our users to engage in online safety measures in order to protect their financial information, here in the Site and elsewhere. We will not collect or store any sensitive of your sensitive personal information.
Cookies and beacons
From time to time, we may place the so-called ‘cookies’ in your computer or mobile device in order to track and collect data regarding your use of our Site and Services. You can always configure your browser to refuse cookies and beacons. For more information, please visit www.allaboutcookies.com.
From time to time, we may use website tracking codes, along with other third party software tools in order to collect analytics about the pages you browse on our Site or when you undertake specific actions through our Services. We do this in order to further understand our users, and to constantly improve our Service offer.
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Our Site and Services may also implement hyperlinks to the websites of our commercial partners and other third parties. If you click on such links, you are choosing to visit such websites, and will be redirected thereto. Please take into consideration that we are not responsible for the privacy and personal data practices undertook by such third parties (including any tools, cookies, information or content contained thereinto), and that we do not have control over the manner in which such third-parties may collect, process, treat or use your PII.
Please be advised that when you use a link to go from our Site or Services to another website, our Policy and Terms shall no longer apply, and your browsing thereof is at your own and final risk. In addition, any banner or ad that we may have on our Site does not constitute any endorsement of any third party thereof.
Advertising, opt-out
In order to enforce and uphold your right to privacy, you have the option to elect not to receive of advertising from us or third parties, now or in the future. You can learn more about how to opt-out by browsing Google’s opting-out and privacy pages located at www.google.com, or the Network Advertising Initiative website located at www.networkadvertising.org. In addition, you may set browser and system preferences to limit how other third parties serve ads to you.
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WTHapps has its headquarters in Canada. Henceforth, your PII may be accessed by us or our affiliates, agents, partners, advertisers or third party service providers elsewhere, and you hereby consent to such access and transfer by providing us such information. If you are accessing our Site from other regions, you ought to know that you are thereby transferring your PII to Canada and, thus, you hereby consent to such transfer to Canada or to any other country in which we operate.
Personal Information Protection and Electronic Documents Act
All PII provided to us is collected, used and disclosed in accordance with applicable provincial and federal law. In compliance with the PIPED Act (commonly known as PIPEDA), we have hereby posted this conspicuous Policy to the public, indicating the PII being collected and the manner in which it may be disclosed and with whom. We have also obtained --or will obtain as necessary-- your express consent for the collection, use and/or disclosure of your PII.
Accordingly, our users have been made aware of: (i) why we collect, use and/or disclose your PII; (ii) who is responsible for protecting their PII; (iii) the appropriate safety measures we will undertake to protect their PII; (iv) how they can obtain access to their PII and how to ask for corrections; and (v) how to contact the organization responsible for their PII.
Notice to British Columbia Residents
In compliance with the Freedom of Information and Protection of Privacy Act of the British Columbia, we: (i) have obtained (or will obtain as necessary) your express consent for the collection, use and/or disclosure of your PII; (ii) offer measures for the update and edition of your PII; (iii) provide public and free contact details; (iv) have specified the purpose and use of you PII; and (v) have indicated the procedure for notification in case of any actual or alleged breach of privacy. Our designated Privacy Compliance Officer shall be Philip Chisholm. If you wish to request a copy of your information disclosure, please contact us at by email to<EMAIL_ADDRESS>Breaches
We will be responsible for any and all factual or suspected security data breaches into our PII databases, and will notify our customers of any such factual or suspected breach (by email and/or post). Such notification will be subject to a variety of factors, including but not limited to, the type of PII breached, whether the database was secured or not, and whether misuse of the PII is reasonably possible. Our customers can rest assured that we will undertake any and all necessary safety, managerial and technical measures in order to protect your PII and your right to privacy.
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We reserve the right to amend, change and/or update our Site, our services, this Policy and/or our Terms, from time to time and at our sole and final discretion. Your continued use of our services after the last effective date of modifications thereof indicates your acceptance of any such modifications. We will post any updates on our Site, and may also send you an email or otherwise notify you of any material changes to this Policy.
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Squirrels can find food buried beneath a foot of snow. Food is important during the cold winter months for squirrels. It makes sense, therefore, that some species are able to smell food under a foot of snow. The squirrel will then dig a tunnel under the snow, following the scent to their (or another squirrel’s) buried treasure.
Squirrels may lose 25 percent of their buried food to thieves. And that’s just from members of their own species! Scatter hoarders (squirrels with multiple caches of food) have a difficult time keeping an eye on all of their hidden food. Fellow squirrels or birds often take advantage of this for a free meal.
Squirrels zigzag to escape predators. When squirrels feel threatened, they run away in a zigzag pattern. This is an incredibly useful strategy to escape hawks and other predators. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work so well on cars. Consider slowing down and giving squirrels a brake!


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layout: post
title: 4/2 progress
date: '2014-04-02T23:35:00.004-06:00'
author: Jacob .
tags:
- progress-reports
- front-page
modified_time: '2014-04-04T20:21:55.690-06:00'
blogger_id: tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400085873105072120.post-703032476544371499
blogger_orig_url: http://www.svlark.com/2014/04/42-progress.html
---
We made our best progress in weeks. I set us up on wunderlist and it's been huge for me just to be able to brain-dump everything into that . I'd been looking for a long time for a simple todo list manager that April and I could use to share tasks and with a mobile app but without a lot GTD baggage and this one finally fit the bill.
Anyway, we got in some good progress on working through our photographic inventory of all our stuff identifying what we're keeping. At this point, that's the strategy -- identify what we're keeping, and set a date when we start moving the rest down to the "take a chair, leave a table" area down by the dumpsters.
72 days.


| DOSE: T+ 0:00 |
1 tablet |
oral |
MDMA |
(pill / tablet) |
| T+ 0:45 |
1 cig. |
smoked |
Cannabis |
(plant material) |
| T+ 1:30 |
1 bowl |
smoked |
Cannabis |
(plant material) |
| T+ 3:00 |
1 bowl |
smoked |
Cannabis |
(plant material) |
To start off I'm 17 years old. I've been using mind altering substances for about 2 years. I've smoked cannabis countless times, drank alcohol quite a bit, and I've done shrooms 4 times, between 2 & 3 grams each time. Last night I decided to do ecstacy for my first time with a few of my good friends and it turned out to be a very positive experience.
07:30 pm - Me and N picked up 3 'blue stars' from a trustworthy dealer and we each pop one on the way to T's house. His parents are going to be gone for most of the night.  At this point I start to feel strange. I can't tell if it's the anticipation or if it's kicking in yet so I ask N and T how they are doing. They are both experienced users and they tell me that it's hardly starting to take effect and I'm in for a ride.
08:10 - We go downstairs and listen to some music on T's stereo. I now feel a difference from everyday reality. It's like the head change that you get off the first hit of weed; my body feels light and walking seems effortless, light seems brighter and music has a different quality.
08:15 - B comes over with some weed and a prerolled joint and suggests that we go smoke it. All 5 of us go into the backyard and light up the joint. I take a hit and it feels like I'm pulling the smoke with every muscle in my body. I take my second hit and I feel it hit me. An uplifting and soothing feeling comes over my body. I look at my friends and see smiles on there faces. I feel happy to know these people and I realize that every person is different and has a unique gift to offer. After we smoke the joint we go inside and put on some trance. At this point I know I'm coming up and I start to get the rolling feeling. I sit on T's leather couch and notice that my sense of touch is extremely heightened. T turns off the lights and turns on his fan.
08:25 - I sit back in the couch and I can feel wave after wave of energy enter my feet and pulse throughout my body. It feels like a subwoofer that puts out happiness and love keeps progressively hitting harder and more frequently and that I'm hearing it with every nerve in my body.  It feels like I'm in a spaceship building up to light speed. I open my eyes and realize that I'm so slouched in my seat it's pointless to sit, so I get up and lay on the floor on my back spread eagle.
N pulls out some green keychain lights and holds one in each hand. He comes and stands over me and starts to spin the lights. For those of you that have experienced this it's beyond description but I will do my best. The roll is now in time with the bass of the trance and I can only think of happiness. N gets into the song and is spinning the lights perfectly in time with the music. He alternates patterns and rotations as the music changes and it's the most intense thing I've ever experienced. It's pitch black in the room and all I can see is the lights and N's face. Everything seems so right, like a divine plan, it's as if the lights are interconnecting particles of energy spinning through never ending cosmos.
The song hits a peak and I feel like I'm careening through time and space faster than light. N is swinging his arms in circles so that the lights pass my eyes going in the direction from my chin through the top of my head. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and I feel my soul explode into infinity and then fuse back together in a nanosecond.  The song ends so I take the lights from N and decide I want to try it out, so I go over and spin them for T. This is also very intense. I harness the music and let the drugs guide my hands. At one point I spin my hands around each other slowly moving them apart and back together and I see T's eyes roll back into his head and I get extreme joy in knowing that I'm blowing his mind, like I just had happen to me a few minutes earlier.
09:00 - The song ends so we decide to go and smoke another bowl. As we sit around I get the most content feeling. I am fuckin beaming and all of my friends know I'm loving it. I tell them that they are good people and that my love for life could conquer all evil in the world. I walk around T's yard feeling plants and trees and smelling flowers. Smelling something on E is the craziest thing. The fragrance of the flowers gives me the deepest love for mother earth. At this point my thoughts turn from an introspective feeling to a wonder and appreciation for all living things and all the joys in life.
 My sense of touch is almost at an orgasmic level. It's like I'm diving into a neverending pool full of goose-down feathers. Every sensation is so meaningful and intense. We then decide to go on a drive around town.
09:30 - We all get into T's truck and B drives because he's the only one not rolling. We put on the new Mars Volta cd. This is a very good cd for drugs. We start to drive down a really long, straight, flat, main street. The reflectors of our lane look like they're coming out of one point off in the distance and that the truck we're in is opening a zipper in the world. This is the only thing I could call a hallucination during my trip other than tracers of light. I start to think about all of my problems in life and realize that they're small and easy to overcome and that I'm lucky to be alive and have people that care about me. We drive around for a while enjoying the wind and the music and just being in good company.
10:15 - We head back to T's house and Me and N pick up N's car and then head out. We go get gas and I pull out my skateboard and start riding around the parking lot. I found I had more confidence and balance, as if I was one with the skateboard. I landed all my basic tricks and some that I normally have trouble with. We finished getting gas and headed to a party.
10:30 - The party we went to was my friend's 18th birthday party, so it was a good positive environment, and I knew everyone that was there. I said hi to everyone and talked to the people I didn't know that well. I smoked a bowl with my friend who was throwing the party, told him happy birthday and that I was lucky to have him as a friend. We chilled at the party for about an hour and I could feel that I was coming down but still rolling with the music and enjoying the happy vibe of everyone. I had to be home at 12 so we left the party at about 11:40.
12:00 - I get home and feel spent as fuck, mildly tripping, and tired.  I lay awake for about 15 min and thought I was going to be up laying awake all night but my blankets and my pillow gave me the a feeling of contentness, warmth, and comfort. I thought about the experience I just went through and reflected on life and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
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This application is meant to serve as a reference from which you can build your own application. Feel free to fork this repository and edit as needed. To contribute back enhancement and bug fixes, please fork the repository and submit a pull request.


Connect and use two Beocreate 4-Channel Amplifiers together as a primary & secondary pair. Why and how.
This is an experimental feature.
Chaining was turned off, because the DSP program was upgraded. Learn more.
Chaining is enabled. Select preferred speaker roles in channel settings.
If your speaker uses more than two amplifier outputs, playing in stereo is not possible with them using only one amplifier.
The chaining feature allows you to connect two amplifiers with an optical audio cable so that they work together, each powering one speaker.
When chained, one of the speakers is the primary speaker that receives sound from your sources. The primary speaker will then relay the sound to the secondary speaker.
This may happen for any of the following reasons:
These settings can't be synchronised over the optical connection. To make sure both speakers behave and sound the same, set up the secondary amplifier and chaining again.
One amplifier needs to be set up to work without the Raspberry Pi. This will be used as the secondary amplifier.
If you have already set up the secondary amplifier, you can connect it now.
Next, shut down the product and unplug power before making connections.
Remove the Raspberry Pi from the current amplifier and connect it to the other one. This will become the new primary amplifier.
Connect an optical audio cable from the output of the primary amplifier (the one with Raspberry Pi) to the input of the secondary amplifier (the one without).
The output is covered by a white flap, the input has a removable cap.
Connect both speakers to power. The new primary amplifier will be automatically set up, which will take a moment.
Connect the other speaker to power.
The chain is then complete and you can select the preferred speaker roles in Channels.
Waiting for the primary speaker...


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The Cube Viewer Widget on the right part of the main window consists of several widgets itself as shown in Figure 8. The Spectral Widget on the bottom displays the spectra of individual spaxels or a sum of selected spaxels. Two different Spaxel Widgets visualise the light distribution at a given wavelength for the initial datacube (left) and the QSO or host datacube (right) after the deblending process was completed. One can browse through the spatial or spectral dimension or select specific feature with the mouse depending on the Mouse Mode.
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libcbor is a C library for parsing and generating CBOR, the general-purpose schema-less binary data format.
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Callback bundle – passed to the decoder.
Definition at line 48 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_collection_callback cbor_callbacks::array_start |
Indefinite array.
Definition at line 80 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_bool_callback cbor_callbacks::boolean |
Bool.
Definition at line 101 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_string_callback cbor_callbacks::byte_string |
Indefinite byte string start.
Definition at line 70 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::byte_string_start |
Definite byte string.
Definition at line 68 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_float_callback cbor_callbacks::float2 |
Half float.
Definition at line 91 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_float_callback cbor_callbacks::float4 |
Single float.
Definition at line 93 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_double_callback cbor_callbacks::float8 |
Double float.
Definition at line 95 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::indef_array_start |
Definite array.
Definition at line 78 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::indef_break |
Indefinite item break.
Definition at line 104 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::indef_map_start |
Definite map.
Definition at line 83 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_collection_callback cbor_callbacks::map_start |
Indefinite map.
Definition at line 85 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int16_callback cbor_callbacks::negint16 |
Negative int.
Definition at line 63 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int32_callback cbor_callbacks::negint32 |
Negative int.
Definition at line 61 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int64_callback cbor_callbacks::negint64 |
Negative int.
Definition at line 59 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int8_callback cbor_callbacks::negint8 |
Negative int.
Definition at line 65 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::null |
Null.
Definition at line 99 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_string_callback cbor_callbacks::string |
Definite string.
Definition at line 73 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::string_start |
Indefinite string start.
Definition at line 75 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int64_callback cbor_callbacks::tag |
Tags.
Definition at line 88 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int16_callback cbor_callbacks::uint16 |
Unsigned int.
Definition at line 52 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int32_callback cbor_callbacks::uint32 |
Unsigned int.
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| cbor_int64_callback cbor_callbacks::uint64 |
Unsigned int.
Definition at line 56 of file callbacks.h.
| cbor_int8_callback cbor_callbacks::uint8 |
Unsigned int.
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| cbor_simple_callback cbor_callbacks::undefined |
Undef.
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Mapping Source
This structure represents the following mapping definition:
plannet.HealthcareService maps to HealthcareService: PN_Identifier.IdentifierUse maps to identifier.use PN_Identifier.IdentifierSystem maps to identifier.system PN_Identifier.IdentifierValue maps to identifier.value PN_Identifier.IdentifierType maps to identifier.type PN_Identifier.IdentifierPeriod maps to identifier.period PN_Identifier.IdentifierAssigner maps to identifier.assigner HealthcareServiceProvidedBy maps to providedBy HealthcareServiceLocation maps to location HealthcareServiceType maps to type NewPatients maps to extension NAvailableTime maps to availableTime NAvailableTime.DaysOfWeek maps to availableTime.daysOfWeek NAvailableTime.AllDay maps to availableTime.allDay NAvailableTime.AvailableStartTime maps to availableTime.availableStartTime NAvailableTime.AvailableEndTime maps to availableTime.availableEndTime TAvailableTime maps to telecom.extension TViaIntermediary maps to telecom.extension NotAvailable maps to notAvailable NotAvailable.Description maps to notAvailable.description NotAvailable.DuringPeriod maps to notAvailable.during HealthcareServiceEndpoint maps to endpoint HealthcareServiceEligibility maps to eligibility HealthcareServiceEligibility.EligibilityCode maps to eligibility.code HealthcareServiceEligibility.EligibilityID maps to eligibility.id HealthcareServiceEligibility.ExtraDetails maps to eligibility.comment HealthcareServiceCharacteristic maps to characteristic HealthcareServiceCommunication maps to communication HealthcareServiceTelecom maps to telecom HealthcareServiceTelecom.ContactPoint.Purpose maps to telecom.use HealthcareServiceTelecom.ContactPoint.PriorityRank maps to telecom.rank HealthcareServiceTelecom.ContactPoint.EffectiveTimePeriod maps to telecom.period HealthcareServiceTelecom.ContactPoint.TelecomNumberOrAddress maps to telecom.value HealthcareServiceTelecom.ContactPoint.Type maps to telecom.system HealthcareServiceActive maps to active HealthcareServiceCategory maps to category CoverageArea maps to coverageArea HealthcareServiceSpecialty maps to specialty HealthcareServiceName maps to name Comment maps to comment ExtraDetails maps to extraDetails HealthcareServicePhoto maps to photo HealthcareServiceProvisionCode maps to serviceProvisionCode AppointmentRequired maps to appointmentRequired ReferralMethod maps to referralMethod Program maps to program AvailabilityExceptions maps to availabilityExceptions constrain eligibility.code to 0..1