UIImageView(AFNetworking) Category Reference
| Declared in | UIImageView+AFNetworking.h UIImageView+AFNetworking.m |
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Overview
This category adds methods to the UIKit framework’s UIImageView
class. The methods in this category provide support for loading remote images asynchronously from a URL.
Accessing the Image Downloader
+ setSharedImageDownloader:
Set the shared image downloader used to download images.
+ (void)setSharedImageDownloader:(AFImageDownloader *)imageDownloader
Parameters
imageDownloader |
The shared image downloader used to download images. |
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Discussion
Set the shared image downloader used to download images.
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h
+ sharedImageDownloader
The shared image downloader used to download images.
+ (AFImageDownloader *)sharedImageDownloader
Discussion
The shared image downloader used to download images.
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h
Setting Image
– setImageWithURL:
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
- (void)setImageWithURL:(NSURL *)url
Parameters
url |
The URL used for the image request. |
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Discussion
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
If the image is cached locally, the image is set immediately, otherwise the specified placeholder image will be set immediately, and then the remote image will be set once the request is finished.
By default, URL requests have a Accept
header field value of “image / *”, a cache policy of NSURLCacheStorageAllowed
and a timeout interval of 30 seconds, and are set not handle cookies. To configure URL requests differently, use setImageWithURLRequest:placeholderImage:success:failure:
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h
– setImageWithURL:placeholderImage:
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
- (void)setImageWithURL:(NSURL *)url placeholderImage:(nullable UIImage *)placeholderImage
Parameters
url |
The URL used for the image request. |
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placeholderImage |
The image to be set initially, until the image request finishes. If |
Discussion
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
If the image is cached locally, the image is set immediately, otherwise the specified placeholder image will be set immediately, and then the remote image will be set once the request is finished.
By default, URL requests have a Accept
header field value of “image / *”, a cache policy of NSURLCacheStorageAllowed
and a timeout interval of 30 seconds, and are set not handle cookies. To configure URL requests differently, use setImageWithURLRequest:placeholderImage:success:failure:
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h
– setImageWithURLRequest:placeholderImage:success:failure:
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL request, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
- (void)setImageWithURLRequest:(NSURLRequest *)urlRequest placeholderImage:(nullable UIImage *)placeholderImage success:(nullable void ( ^ ) ( NSURLRequest *request , NSHTTPURLResponse *_Nullable response , UIImage *image ))success failure:(nullable void ( ^ ) ( NSURLRequest *request , NSHTTPURLResponse *_Nullable response , NSError *error ))failure
Parameters
urlRequest |
The URL request used for the image request. |
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placeholderImage |
The image to be set initially, until the image request finishes. If |
success |
A block to be executed when the image data task finishes successfully. This block has no return value and takes three arguments: the request sent from the client, the response received from the server, and the image created from the response data of request. If the image was returned from cache, the response parameter will be |
failure |
A block object to be executed when the image data task finishes unsuccessfully, or that finishes successfully. This block has no return value and takes three arguments: the request sent from the client, the response received from the server, and the error object describing the network or parsing error that occurred. |
Discussion
Asynchronously downloads an image from the specified URL request, and sets it once the request is finished. Any previous image request for the receiver will be cancelled.
If the image is cached locally, the image is set immediately, otherwise the specified placeholder image will be set immediately, and then the remote image will be set once the request is finished.
If a success block is specified, it is the responsibility of the block to set the image of the image view before returning. If no success block is specified, the default behavior of setting the image with self.image = image
is applied.
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h
– cancelImageDownloadTask
Cancels any executing image operation for the receiver, if one exists.
- (void)cancelImageDownloadTask
Discussion
Cancels any executing image operation for the receiver, if one exists.
Declared In
UIImageView+AFNetworking.h


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PROSPERO'S BOOKS (1991) A Film Review by Ted Prigge Copyright 1998 Ted Prigge
Director: Peter Greenaway Writer: Peter Greenaway (with dialogue from "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare) Starring: John Gielgud, Isabelle Pasco, Michael Clark, Michael Blanc, Erland Josephson
It becomes apparent about 7 minutes into Peter Greenaway's "Prospero's Books" when John Gielgud says the opening line repeatedly that this will not be a typical straight translation of Shakespeare's "The Tempest." In fact, if the credits did not say that this film was an adaptation of the classic play, it would probably be very difficult to tell that this is that play in the first place, even though much of the original dialogue is used.
To call "Prospero's Books" bizarre is an understatement; more like it should be called "freaky as hell." It's not a film that is concerned with: a) telling a story, or b) reciting Shakespeare, but it is concerned with creating mood, a certain feeling, and addressing some of the more understated parts of the play, most notably the 24 books that Prospero owns that he prizes more than his dukedom. What was in all those books? Why are they considered so great? In fact, the story of "The Tempest" is given a back seat to these books and various other things.
I never read "The Tempest" (although I did happen to check out a two paragraph summary of the play prior to seeing it - it helped only slightly), and anyone who's coming into this film trying to see an adaptation of the play should go elsewhere.  But his friend placed several of his favorite books in the boat with him, and upon landing at an island, he mastered sorcery, and eventually began to control the sprites and various fairies that lived there. However, he finds that his enemies from before are sailing nearby, and he creates a tempest to sink their ship, and cause them to come to the island, where he will exact his revenge on them. But before he knows it, his daughter, Miranda, has fallen in love with one of them, and by the finale, Prospero has forgiven his enemies.
That's "The Tempest." "Prospero's Books" tells this story, but only barely. The film is more interested in setting a mood, and creating a beautiful and hypnotic look to the film. For the many sprites, fairies, and various other people inhabiting the island, there are probably hundreds of naked extras, all walking around in the buff, and doing various things. Even one character, Caliban (dancer Michael Clark), dances everything wildly, never saying a word. And the enemies are given wacky period garb, with giant white collars, and are forced to be tortured by sprits on the island.
Above everything is John Gielgud, one of the greatest actors of the 20th century, playing the bitter, angered Prospero, who plans everything that goes on in the film, and allows Gielgud to give one of the best performances of his career. In the film, Prospero is seen writing the play himself, planning out his revenge carefully, and playing on everything like a god. Like a playwright, he holds his enemies in his hands, and anything he wants to happen to them will happen. Greenaway uses this approach to its fullest extent, even going as far as to have Gielgud say all of the lines for the characters, who often stand mute as Gielgud's voice is filled in for them. Not only do you get to hear Gielgud's powerful voice when he speaks, but you get to hear it distorted a bit when he speaks for others.
And there are the books, which we are shown one-by-one throughout the course of the film in detail with individual summations done by another narrator, not speaking Shakespeare like Gielgud is. The books are often huge, with magical powers. For instance, a book on human anatomy pulses and bleeds when one opens it. Greenaway was obviously intrigued with the fact that Prospero took so much pride in owning them that he'd take them over his dukedom, and by seeing them, it's no wonder why.
Greenaway takes all of these elements (the story, Gielgud's god-like presence, and the books) and creates one hell of a sensual experience out of them. The film is a lavish production, with lots of staginess to them, and some very beautiful mise-en-scene, some of the best I have ever seen in my entire life. The cinematography by Sacha Vierny is absolutely incredible, and Michael Nyman does yet another brilliant score, even writing some songs that are presented in certain sections of the film. The costumes (and sometimes lack thereof) are ingenius looking, especially Prospero's long, blue robe that he occasionally wears. Greenaway definitely has a way of making a film look just amazing, and I know that I'm going out on a limb here, but I'd say that Peter Greenaway is probably the best visual director to ever live...or at least up there.
It becomes obvious that Greenaway's main focus is not really the play, or the god approach he takes, or even really the books, but that he's really trying to take film to a whole other plateau. I wouldn't call this film "experimental" because it does actually tell the story. "Prospero's Books" is actually a whole other kind of film, perhaps "experimental narrative," where the story is told, but done in a completely freaky way that has never been done before. I've seen this film being judged as strictly an adaptation of Shakespeare, when it's actually just a meditation on creating what it must have been like for Prospero.
But Greenaway takes it even further, and makes this film into one of the very few "abstract" films I've ever seen. It's not concerned with anything but being hypnotic and using film's plastic elements to its extremes, or at least as far as Greenaway can take it. Books can create a world inside a person's head, paintings can create a visual experience, music can create an audio experience. Film is pretty much all of these. We get the visuals, the audio, and anything else that is not shown is left to the imagination. Greenaway crafts the film so that the visuals are striking (not only in mise-en-scene, but the way the screen is done, we see layers upon layers of different screens, waiting to be peeled away), the audio is messed with (multiple tracks and whatnot), and in the end, we're still wondering about the books. Luckily, it left something to the imagination.
MY RATING (out of 4): ***1/2
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From:Geaccone To:Hayslett Sent:2017-01-11T04:39:30.0000000Z Subject:RE: Status of Trading Activities
I don't see where we are in the loop below. Who will ultimately approve cash on these things?
-----Original Message-----
From: Hayslett, Rod
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 10:48 AM
To: Geaccone, Tracy
Subject: RE: Status of Trading Activities
I assume Steve.
-----Original Message-----
From: Geaccone, Tracy
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 10:23 AM
To: Hayslett, Rod
Subject: RE: Status of Trading Activities
Are there any cash issues surrounding this? If so, who is going to handle?
-----Original Message-----
From: Hayslett, Rod
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 9:00 AM
To: Peters, Jerry; Saunders, James; Geaccone, Tracy
Subject: FW: Status of Trading Activities
FYI. Is there any disagreement?
-----Original Message-----
From: Miller, Kent
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 8:56 AM
To: Horton, Stanley
Cc: Neubauer, Dave; McCarty, Danny; Hayslett, Rod
Subject: Status of Trading Activities
Stan, I wanted to update you on the status of our efforts to implement trading activities and what steps remain.
Accomplished:
Trade system implemented (Caminus system)
Training completed for traders and support personnel
Trade Policy and limits approved
Financial / Risk controls in place thorugh Finance (Jerry Peters, Dan Fancler)
Brokerage contracts executed (Paribas, ABN Amro)
Trade strategies have been reviewed
Remaining:
Fund brokerage contracts with $500,000 margin requirement (we are paid 95% of the 30 day T-bill rates on the account)
We are working with Rod and his group as we continue to get this part of our business up to speed. As we discussed with you before, both Dave and I have the accountability for the rewards to outweigh the risks for this buisiness component and fully expect this to contribute to our earnings objectives. If you have any more questions about the commercial business plans please let me know and we'll get something set up, otherwise we'll fund the brokerage accounts and continue with our efforts.
Thanks,
Kent
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- findRootByObserveableId(String, List<IPerspective<EventHandler<Event>, Event, Object>>) - Static method in class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.util.FXUtil
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find the parent perspective to id; should be only used when no
responsible component was found
- fromId(int) - Static method in enum org.jacp.javafx.rcp.controls.optionPane.JACPDialogButton
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From id.
- FXAction - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action
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represents an action which is fired by an component, has a target and a
message targeting the component itself or an other component
- FXAction(String) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action.FXAction
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- FXAction(String, Event) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action.FXAction
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- FXAction(String, Object) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action.FXAction
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- FXAction(String, String, Object, Event) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action.FXAction
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- FXActionListener - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action
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This class represents the JACP FX2 Event listener... this class can be
assigned to components, it reacts on actions and notifies other components in
JACP
- FXActionListener(IAction<Event, Object>, BlockingQueue<IAction<Event, Object>>) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.action.FXActionListener
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- FXComponentCoordinator - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator
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observe component actions and delegates to correct component
- FXComponentCoordinator() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator.FXComponentCoordinator
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- FXComponentDelegator - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator
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The component delegator handles a component target change, find the correct
perspective an add component to correct perspective
- FXComponentDelegator() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator.FXComponentDelegator
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- FXComponentInitWorker - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.worker
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Background Worker to execute components; handle method to init component.
- FXComponentInitWorker(Map<String, Node>, AFXComponent, IAction<Event, Object>, FXComponentLayout) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.worker.FXComponentInitWorker
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The workers constructor.
- FXComponentLayout - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout
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A FX2ComponentLayout acts as an wrapper to the references of the main menu
and the defined bar entries; The menu and the bars are defined in the
workbench instance at application startup.
- FXComponentLayout(JACPMenuBar, Map<ToolbarPosition, JACPToolBar>, Pane) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout.FXComponentLayout
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- FXComponentLayout(FXWorkbenchLayout) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout.FXComponentLayout
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- FXComponentReplaceWorker - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.worker
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Background Worker to execute components handle method in separate thread and
to replace or add the component result node; While the handle method is
executed in an own thread the postHandle method is executed in application
main thread.
- FXComponentReplaceWorker(Map<String, Node>, BlockingQueue<ISubComponent<EventHandler<Event>, Event, Object>>, AFXComponent, FXComponentLayout) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.worker.FXComponentReplaceWorker
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- FXMessageDelegator - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator
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The message delegate handles messages from one perspective to an other.
- FXMessageDelegator() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator.FXMessageDelegator
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- FXMLPerspectiveLayout - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout
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Configuration handler for perspective components, used in handle method for
configuration and registration of layout 'leaves' where subcomponents can
live in.
- FXMLPerspectiveLayout(Node) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout.FXMLPerspectiveLayout
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- FXPerspectiveCoordinator - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator
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Observe perspectives and delegates message to correct component
- FXPerspectiveCoordinator() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.coordinator.FXPerspectiveCoordinator
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- FXPerspectiveHandler - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.handler
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Handles initialization an reassignment of components in perspective.
- FXPerspectiveHandler(Launcher<?>, FXComponentLayout, IPerspectiveLayout<Node, Node>, BlockingQueue<ISubComponent<EventHandler<Event>, Event, Object>>) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.handler.FXPerspectiveHandler
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- FXPerspectiveLayout - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout
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Configuration handler for perspective components, used in handle method for
configuration and registration of layout 'leaves' where subcomponents can
live in.
- FXPerspectiveLayout() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout.FXPerspectiveLayout
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- FXUtil - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.util
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Util class with helper methods
- FXUtil() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.util.FXUtil
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- FXUtil.MessageUtil - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.util
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contains constant values
- FXUtil.MessageUtil() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.util.FXUtil.MessageUtil
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- FXWorkbenchHandler - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.handler
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Handles initialization and re assignment of perspectives in workbench.
- FXWorkbenchHandler(Launcher<?>, IWorkbenchLayout<Node>, GridPane, List<IPerspective<EventHandler<Event>, Event, Object>>) - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.handler.FXWorkbenchHandler
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- FXWorkbenchLayout - Class in org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout
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defines basic layout of workbench; define if menus are enabled; declare tool
bars; set workbench size
- FXWorkbenchLayout() - Constructor for class org.jacp.javafx.rcp.componentLayout.FXWorkbenchLayout
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| 027:063 Khan | : |
Is not He (better than your gods) Who guides you in the darkness of the land and the sea, and Who sends the winds as heralds of glad tidings, going before His Mercy (rain)? Is there any ilah (god) with Allah? High Exalted be Allah above all that they associate as partners (to Him)! |
| 027:063 Maulana | : |
Or, Who guides you in the darkness of the land and the sea, and Who sends the winds as good news before His mercy? Is there a god with Allah? Exalted by Allah above what they associate (with Him)! |
| 027:063 Pickthal | : |
Is not He (best) Who guideth you in the darkness of the land and the sea, He Who sendeth the winds as heralds of His mercy? Is there any Allah beside Allah? High Exalted be Allah from all that they ascribe as partner (unto Him)! |
| 027:063 Rashad | : |
Who is the One who guides you in the darkness of land and sea? Who is the One who sends the winds with good news, signaling His mercy? Is it another god with GOD? Most exalted is GOD, above having any partner. |
| 027:063 Sarwar | : |
"(Are the idols worthier or) the One who guides you in the darkness of the land and sea and sends the winds bearing the glad news of His mercy? Is there any lord besides God? God is too exalted to be considered equal to anything else. |
| 027:063 Shakir | : |
Or, Who guides you in utter darkness of the land and the sea, and Who sends the winds as good news before His mercy. Is there a god with Allah? Exalted by Allah above what they associate (with Him). |
| 027:063 Sherali | : |
Or, Who guides you in the depths of darkness on land and sea, and Who sends the winds as glad tidings before HIS mercy? Is there a god with ALLAH? Exalted is ALLAH above what they associate with HIM. |
| 027:063 Yusufali | : |
Or, Who guides you through the depths of darkness on land and sea, and Who sends the winds as heralds of glad tidings, going before His Mercy? (Can there be another) god besides Allah?- High is Allah above what they associate with Him! |
Concepts/Themes Covered: أركان الإسلام > التوحيد > توحيد الله تعالي > تقريع من لا يقر بوحدانيته سبحانه Pillars of Islam> Islamic> Oneness of Allah>Scolding who does not Acknowledge his Glory Oneness أركان الإسلام > التوحيد > توحيد الله تعالي > وحدانيته Pillars of Islam> Islamic> Oneness of Allah> Singularity and Being Unique العلوم والفنون > الحقائق العلمية و الإشاة إلى وقائع أيدتهاالإكتشافات العلمية > البحر Science and Art> The Scientific Facts and the Indication to Facts which have been supported by the Scientific Discoveries>The Sea العلوم والفنون > الحقائق العلمية و الإشاة إلى وقائع أيدتهاالإكتشافات العلمية > الريح Science and Art> The Scientific Facts and the Indication to Facts which have been supported by the Scientific Discoveries>The Wind
This tool uses eight English parallel translations for the Holy Quran imported from Mr. Clay Smith. You can also visit Qurany Concepts for browsing the Quran themes or topics. If you want to search the Holy Quran for keywords, please visit Qurany Keywords.


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add_u()
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Add confounder variables and their instruments |
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allele_frequency()
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Estimate allele frequency from SNP |
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ascertain_samples()
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Ascertain some proportion of cases and controls from binary phenotype |
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choose_effects()
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Get vector of effects that explain some amount of variance |
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contingency()
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Obtain 2x2 contingency table from marginal parameters and odds ratio |
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correlated_binomial()
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Simulate two correlated binomial variables |
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create_system()
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Wrapper for simulation pipeline |
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estimate_system_effects()
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Estimate the effects of all SNPs on all phenotypes |
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expected_mse()
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Calculate expected MSE |
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expected_se()
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Expected se given beta, af, n and vy |
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expected_ssx()
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Calculate expected SSX |
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fast_assoc()
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Get summary statistics in simple linear regression |
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generate_gwas_params()
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Generate SNP effects given MAF, h2 and selection |
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generate_gwas_ss()
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Modify SNP effects to account for LD |
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generate_gwas_ss_1()
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Create a GWAS summary dataset |
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generate_ldobj()
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Generate LD matrix objects from reference panel |
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get_effs()
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Get effs for two traits and make dat format |
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get_ld()
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Get LD matrix for a specified region from bfile reference panel |
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get_population_allele_frequency()
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Estimate the allele frequency in population from case/control summary data |
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get_regions_from_ldobjdir()
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Determine regions from LD file |
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gwas()
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Perform association of many SNPs against phenotype |
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gx_to_gp()
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Translate risk from liability to probability scale |
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hap_freqs()
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Estimate haplotype frequencies for two loci |
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init_parameters()
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Choose initial parameters for direct effects on X and Y |
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ldetect
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Data frame of independent LD regions |
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lor_to_rsq()
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Estimate proportion of variance of liability explained by SNP in general population |
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make_geno()
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Create genotype matrix |
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make_mvdat()
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Take several exposures and one outcome and make the data required for multivariable MR |
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make_phen()
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Simulate variable based on the influences of other variables |
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merge_exp_out()
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Organise outputs from gwas into harmonised dat format |
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range01()
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Scale variable to have range between 0 and 1 |
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read_ldobjdir()
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Read in LD objects into list |
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recode_dat()
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Recode data to make every effect on x positive |
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recode_dat_intercept()
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Intercept recoding to have every effect on x positive |
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recode_dat_simple()
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Simple recoding to have every effect on x positive |
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risk_cross_plot()
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Plot liability vs probability disease risk |
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risk_simulation()
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Make simulation to compare disease and liability scales |
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sample_beta()
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Sample beta values given standard errors |
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sample_system_effects()
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Sample the actual effects based on initial parameters |
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simulateGP-package
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simulateGP: Functions for Simulating Genotype-Phenotype Relationships |
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simulate_geno()
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Simulate genotypes from haplotypes |
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simulate_haplotypes()
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Simulate haplotypes of two loci |
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simulate_population()
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Simulate individual level data from initial parameters |
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stuff
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General funcs |
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summary_set()
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Wrapper for generating a summary set |
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test_ldobj()
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Create test LD object |
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test_system()
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Apply MR tests to system |
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y_to_binary()
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Convert continuous trait to binary |


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Fourth Application
Fifth Application


A thin thread of blue smoke rising from the plain, short-stemmed pipe clenched in his teeth, Rand rested one hand on the balcony’s stone railing and looked into the garden below. Sharp shadows were lengthening; the sun was a red ball falling through a cloudless sky. Ten days in Cairhien, and this seemed the first moment he had stood still when he was not asleep. Selande stood close by his side, pale face tilted up to watch him, not the garden. Her hair was not so elaborately done as that of a woman of higher rank, but it still added half a foot to her height. He tried to ignore her, but it was difficult to ignore a woman who insisted on pressing her firm bosom against your arm. The meeting had gone on long enough for him to want a moment’s break. He had known it for a mistake as soon as Selande followed him out.
“I know a secluded pool,” she said softly, “where this heat might be escaped. A sheltered pool, where nothing would disturb us.” The music of Asmodean’s harp drifted out through the square arches behind them. Something light, cool sounding.
Rand puffed a little more vigorously. The heat. Nothing compared to the Waste, but . . . Autumn should be coming on, yet the afternoon felt like the depths of summer. A rainless summer. Shirt-sleeved men in the garden were spreading water from buckets, doing it late to avoid evaporation, but too much was brown or dying. The weather could not be natural. The burning sun mocked him. Moiraine agreed, and Asmodean, but neither knew what to do or how, any more than he did. Sammael. Sammael he could do something about.
“Cool water,” Selande murmured, “and you and I alone.” She snuggled closer, though he did not see how it was possible.
He wondered when the next taunt would come. No dashing off in a temper, whatever Sammael did. Once his methodical buildup in Tear was done, then he would loose the lightning. One crushing stroke to put an end to Sammael, and add Illian to his bag at the same time. With Illian, Tear and Cairhien, plus an army of Aiel big enough to overwhelm any nation in weeks, he . . .
“Would you not like to swim? I do not swim well myself, but surely you will teach me.”
Rand sighed. For a moment he wished Aviendha was there. No.
Hooding his eyes, he looked down at her and spoke quietly around his pipe. “I can channel.” She blinked, drawing back without moving a muscle. They never understood why he would bring that up; for them it was something to be glossed over, ignored if possible. “They say I’ll go mad. But I’m not mad yet. Not yet.” He chuckled from deep in his chest, then cut it off abruptly, made his face blank. “Teach you to swim? I’ll hold you up in the water with the Power. Saidin is tainted, you know. The Dark One’s touch. You won’t feel it, though. All around you, but you’ll not feel a thing.” Another chuckle, with a hint of a wheeze. Her dark eyes were as wide and round as they would go, her smile a sickly rictus. “Later, then. I want to be alone, to think about . . .
Backing away, curtsying hurriedly at every other step, she babbled about the honor of serving him, her deepest wish to serve him, all in a voice on the brink of hysteria, until she bumped into one of the square arches. A final, half-bend of her knees, and she darted inside.
With a grimace, he turned back to the railing. Frightening women.  Maybe word would spread this time. He had to keep a short rein on his temper; it ran away too easily of late. It was the drought he could do nothing about, the problems that sprang up like weeds wherever he looked. A few moments more alone with his pipe. Who would rule a nation when he could have easier work, such as carrying water uphill in a sieve?
Across the garden, between two of the Royal Palace’s stepped towers, he had a view of Cairhien, harshly lit and shadowed, mastering the hills more than flowing over them. His crimson flag with the ancient Aes Sedai symbol hung limply above one of those two towers, a long copy of the Dragon Banner over the other. That one flew a dozen places in the city, including the tallest of the great unfinished towers, right in front of him. Shouting had done as little as orders there; neither Tairens nor Cairhienin could believe he really meant that he only wanted one, and Aiel did not care about banners one way or another.
Even now, deep inside the palace, he could hear the murmur of a city jammed to bursting. Refugees from every corner of the land, more afraid to return to their homes than they were to have the Dragon Reborn in their midst. Merchants seeping in, selling whatever people could afford to buy and buying whatever people could not afford to keep. Lords and armed men rallying to his banner, or to someone’s. Hunters for the Horn thinking it must be found near him; a dozen Foregaters, or a hundred, were ready to sell it to any of them. Ogier stonemasons down from Stedding Tsofu to see if there was work for their fabled skills. Adventurers, some of whom might have been bandits a week gone, come to see what they could pick up. There had even been a hundred or so Whitecloaks, though they had galloped out as soon as it was clear the siege had been lifted. Did Pedron Niall’s ingathering of the Whitecloaks concern him? Egwene gave him hints of things, but she saw matters from the White Tower, wherever she stood. The Aes Sedai point of view was not his.
 Hungry people could riot. He wished he could have simply left it at being glad they were not so hungry anymore, but there it was. The bandits were fewer. And the civil war had not resumed. Yet. More good news. He had to make certain it stayed that way before he could leave. A hundred things to take care of before he could go after Sammael. Only Rhuarc and Bael remained of the chiefs he really trusted, those who had marched from Rhuidean with him. But if the four clans who had joined him late could not be trusted on the march to Tear, could he trust them loose in Cairhien? Indirian and the others had acknowledged him as Car’a’carn, but they knew him as little as he knew them. The message that morning might be a problem. Berelain, First of Mayene, was only a few hundred miles south of the city, on her way to join him with a small army; he had no idea how she had led it across Tear. Oddly, her letter had asked if Perrin was with him. No doubt she feared Rand might forget her small country if she did not remind him. It might almost be a pleasure to watch her spar with the Cairhienin, the latest in a long line of Firsts who had managed to keep Tear from swallowing their country by playing the Game of Houses. Perhaps if he put her in charge here . . . He would be taking Meilan and the other Tairens with him when the time came. If it ever came.
This was no better than what was waiting inside. Tapping the dottle from his pipe, he ground out the tabac’s last sparks under his boot. No need to risk fire to the garden; it would go up like a torch. The drought. The unnatural weather. He realized he was snarling silently. First work on what he knew he could do something about. It took an effort to smooth his face before he went in.
Asmodean, as well dressed as any lord, with falls of lace at his neck, plucked a soothing melody from his harp in one corner, leaning against the dark severe paneling as if lounging at his leisure. The others who were sitting bobbed out of their chairs at Rand’s appearance, and back down at his sharp gesture. Meilan, Torean and Aracome occupied carved-and-gilded chairs on one side of the deep red and gold carpet, each with a young Tairen lord at his back, mirroring the Cairhienin on the other side. Dobraine and Maringil had a young lord apiece behind them, too, each with the front of his head shaved and powdered like Dobraine’s. A white-faced Selande stood at Colavaere’s shoulder, and trembled when Rand looked at her.
Schooling his face, he strode down the carpet to his own chair. That chair alone was reason to control his features. It was a new gift from Colavaere and the other two, in what they imagined was the Tairen style. He must like Tairen gaudiness; he ruled Tear, had sent them here. Carved Dragons held it up, all sparkling red and gold with enamel and gilt, and great sunstones for their golden eyes. Two more made the arms, and others climbed the tall back. Countless craftsmen must have gone without sleep since his arrival to make the thing.  Asmodean’s music had changed; it had a grand sound, now, a triumphal march.
And yet, there was an added wariness in those dark Cairhienin eyes watching him, a wariness reflected in the Tairens. It had been there before he went outside, too. Perhaps in attempting to curry favor they had made a mistake that was only now dawning on them. They had all tried to ignore who he was, pretend he was simply some young lord who had conquered them, who could be dealt with and manipulated. That chair—that throne—held up in front of them who and what he really was.
“Are the soldiers moving on schedule, Lord Dobraine?” The harp faded away as soon as he opened his mouth, Asmodean apparently absorbed in tuning it.
The leathery man smiled grimly. “They are, my Lord Dragon.” No more than that. Rand had no illusions that Dobraine liked him more than any of the others did, or that he would not try to gain advantage where he could, but Dobraine actually seemed ready to hold to the oath he had sworn. The colorful slashes down the chest of his coat were worn from a breastplate being buckled over them.
Maringil shifted forward on his chair, whip-slender and tall for a Cairhienin, white hair almost touching his shoulders. His forehead was not shaved, and his coat, stripes nearly to his knees, bore no visible wear. “We need those men here, my Lord Dragon.” Hawk’s eyes blinked at the gilded throne, focused on Rand again. “There are many bandits at large in the land yet.” He shifted again, so he did not have to look at the Tairens. Meilan and the other two were smiling faintly.
“I have set Aiel to hunting bandits,” Rand said. They did have orders to sweep up any brigands in their path. And to not go out of their way to find them. Even Aiel could not do that and move quickly. “I’m told that three days ago, Stone Dogs killed nearly two hundred near Morelle.” That was near the southernmost line claimed by Cairhien in recent years, halfway to the River Iralell. No need to let this lot know that those Aiel might be as far as the river by now. They could cover long distances faster than horses.
Maringil persisted, frowning uneasily. “There is another reason. Half of our land west of the Alguenya is in the hands of Andor.” He hesitated. They all knew Rand had grown up in Andor; a dozen rumors made him a son of one Andoran House or another, even a son of Morgase herself, either cast off because he could channel or fled before he could be gentled. The slender man went on as if tiptoeing barefoot and blindfolded among daggers. “Morgase does not seem to be reaching for more as yet, but what she has already must be taken back. Her heralds have even proclaimed her right to the—” He stopped abruptly. None of them knew who Rand meant the Sun Throne for. Maybe it was Morgase.
Colavaere’s dark gaze had Rand on balance scales again; she had said little today. She would not until she learned why Selande’s face was so white.
Suddenly Rand was tired, of nobles balking, of all the maneuvering in Daes Dae’mar. “Andoran claims to Cairhien will be taken care of when I am ready. Those soldiers will go to Tear. You will follow the High Lord Meilan’s good example of obedience, and I’ll hear no more on it.” He swung toward the Tairens. “Your example is a good one, Meilan, isn’t it? And yours, Aracome? If I ride out tomorrow, I won’t find a thousand Defenders of the Stone camped ten miles south who were supposed to be on their way back to Tear two days ago, will I? Or two thousand armsmen from Tairen Houses?”
Those faint smiles faded with each word. Meilan became very still, dark eyes glittering, and Aracome’s narrow face went pale, whether from anger or fear it was hard to say. Torean dabbed at his lumpy face with a silk handkerchief pulled from his sleeve. Rand ruled in Tear, and meant to rule; Callandor driven into the Heart of the Stone proved that. That was why they had not protested against his sending Cairhienin soldiers to Tear. They thought to carve new estates, perhaps kingdoms, here, far from where he ruled.
“You will not, my Lord Dragon,” Meilan said finally. “Tomorrow I will ride with you so you may see for yourself.”
Rand did not doubt it. A rider would be dispatched south as soon as the man could arrange it, and by tomorrow those soldiers would be far on toward Tear. It would do. For now. “I am done, then. You may leave me.”
A few starts of surprise, masked so quickly they might have been imagined, and they were rising, bowing and curtsying, Selande and the young lords backing away. They had expected more. An audience with the Dragon Reborn was always long, and tortuous as they saw it, with him firmly bending them the way he meant them to go, whether it was declaring that no Tairen could claim lands in Cairhien without marrying into a Cairhienin House, or refusing to allow the expulsion of Foregaters, or making laws apply to nobles that had never applied to any but commoners before.
His eyes followed Selande for a moment. She was not the first in the last ten days. Nor the tenth, or even the twentieth. He had been tempted, at least at first. When he rejected slender, plump promptly replaced her, as tall or dark, for Cairhienin anyway, replaced short or fair. A constant search for the woman who would please him. The Maidens turned back those who tried to sneak into his quarters at night, firmly but more gently than Aviendha had handled the one she caught. Aviendha apparently took Elayne’s ownership of him with little short of deadly seriousness. Yet her Aiel sense of humor seemed to find tormenting him very satisfying; he had seen the satisfaction on her face when he groaned and hid his face as she started undressing for the night. Thus he could have resented her deadly seriousness if he had not quickly understood what was behind that string of pretty young women.
“My Lady Colavaere.”
She stopped as soon as he spoke her name, cool-eyed and calm beneath her ornate tower of dark curls. Selande had no choice but to remain with her, though she was plainly as reluctant to stay as the others were to go. Meilan and Maringil bowed themselves out last, so intent on Colavaere and trying to puzzle out why she had been called to stay that they did not realize they were side by side. Their eyes were a perfect match, dark and predatory.
The dark-paneled door closed. “Selande is very pretty young woman,” Rand said. “But some prefer the company of a more mature . . . more knowledgeable . . . woman. You will sup alone with me tonight, when Second Even is rung. I look forward to the pleasure.” He waved her away before she could say anything, if she could have. Her face did not change, but her curtsy was a trifle unsteady. Selande looked purely amazed. And infinitely relieved.
Once the door had closed again, behind the two women, Rand threw back his head and laughed. A harsh, sardonic laugh. He was tired of the Game of Houses, so he played it without thinking. He was disgusted with himself for frightening one woman, so he frightened another. It was reason enough to laugh. Colavaere stood behind that line of young women who had been flinging themselves at him. Find a bed-partner for the Lord Dragon, a young woman whose strings she pulled, and Colavaere would have a string tied firmly to Rand. But it was some other woman she meant to bed, and perhaps even marry, the Dragon Reborn. Now she would sweat all the hours until Second Even. She had to know she was pretty, if short of beautiful, and if he rebuffed all the young women she sent, perhaps it was because he wanted one with another fifteen or so years. And she would be certain she did not dare say no to the man who held Cairhien in his fist. By tonight, she should be amenable, should stop this idiocy. Aviendha would very likely slit the throat of any woman she found in his bed; besides, he had no time for all these easily frightened doves thinking to sacrifice themselves for Cairhien and Colavaere. There were too many problems to deal with, and no time.
Light, what if Colavaere decides it’s worth the sacrifice? She might. She was easily cold-blooded enough. Then I’ll have to see that it’s cold with fear. It would not be difficult. He could sense saidin like something just beyond the edge of sight. He could feel the taint on it. Sometimes he thought that what he felt was the taint in him, now, the dregs left by saidin.
He found that he was glaring at Asmodean. The man seemed to be studying him, face expressionless. The music resumed again, like water babbling over stones, soothing. So he needed soothing, did he?
The door opened without a knock, admitting Moiraine, Egwene and Aviendha together, the younger women’s Aiel garb framing the Aes Sedai’s pale blue. For anyone else, even Rhuarc or another chief still near the city or yet another delegation of Wise Ones, a Maiden would have entered to announce them. These three the Maidens sent on in even if he was taking a bath. Egwene glanced at “Natael” and grimaced, and the tune became lower, and for a moment intricate, perhaps a dance, before settling to what might have been the sighing of breezes. The man wore a twisted smile, directed at his harp.
“I’m surprised to see you, Egwene,” Rand said. He swung his leg over the arm of the chair. “What is it—six days you’ve been avoiding me? Have you brought me more good news? Has Masema sacked Amador in my name? Or have these Aes Sedai you say support me turned out to be Black Ajah? You notice I don’t ask who they are, or where. Not even how you know. I don’t ask you to divulge Aes Sedai secrets, or Wise Ones’ secrets, or whatever they are. Just give me the driblets you’re willing to dole out, and let me worry whether what you don’t care to tell me will stab me in the night.”
She looked at him calmly. “You know what you need to know. And I will not tell you what you do not need to know.” That was what she had said six days ago. She was as much Aes Sedai as Moiraine, for all one wore Aiel garb and the other pale blue silk.
There was nothing calm about Aviendha. She moved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Egwene, green eyes flashing, back so straight it might have been iron. He was half surprised Moiraine did not join them, so they could all three glare at him. Her vow of obedience left a startling amount of room, it seemed, and the three seemed to have become close since his argument with Egwene. Not that it had been much of an argument; you could not argue very well with a woman who watched with cool eyes, never raised her voice, and after one refusal to answer declined even to acknowledge your question again.
“What do you want?” he said.
“These came for you in the last hour,” Moiraine said, extending two folded letters. Her voice seemed to fit Asmodean’s chime-like tune.
Rand rose to take them suspiciously. “If they’re for me, how did they come into your hands?” One was addressed to “Rand al’Thor” in an exact, angular hand, the other to “The Lord Dragon Reborn” in script flowing yet no less precise. The seals were unbroken. A second look made him blink. The two seals seemed to be the same red wax, and one bore the impression of the Flame of Tar Valon, the other a tower overlaid on what he recognized as the island of Tar Valon.
“Perhaps because of where they came from,” Moiraine replied, “and from whom.” It was no explanation, but it was as much as he would get unless he demanded more. Even then he would have to prod her through every step. She kept her vow, but in her own way. “There are no poison needles in the seals. And no traps woven.”
He paused with his thumb against the Flame of Tar Valon—he had not thought of either—then broke it. Another Flame in red wax stood beside the signature, Elaida do Avriny a’Roihan in a hasty scrawl above her titles. The rest was in the angular hand.
 For the sake of the world, this can not be allowed. Two nations have bent knee to you, and the savage Aiel as well, but the power of thrones is as dust beside the One Power. The White Tower will shelter and protect you against those who refuse to see what must be. The White Tower will see that you live to see Tarmon Gai’don. None else can do this. An escort of Aes Sedai will come to bring you to Tar Valon with the honor and respect you deserve. This I pledge to you.
“She doesn’t even ask,” he said wryly. He remembered Elaida well for having met her only once. A woman hard enough to make Moiraine seem a kitten. The “honor and respect” he deserved. He would wager that the escort of Aes Sedai just happened to number thirteen.
Passing Elaida’s letter back to Moiraine, he opened the other. The page was covered in the same hand that had addressed it.
With respect, I humbly beg to make myself known to the great Lord Dragon Reborn, whom the Light blesses as savior of the world.
All the world must stand in awe of you, who has conquered Cairhien in one day as you did Tear. Yet be wary, I beseech you, for your splendor will inspire jealousy even in those not toiled in the Shadow. Even here in the White Tower are the blind who cannot see your true radiance, which will illumine us all. Yet know that some rejoice in your coming, and will delight to serve your glory. We are not those who would steal your luster for ourselves, but rather those who would kneel to bask in your brilliance. You shall save the world, according to the Prophecies, and the world shall be yours.
To my shame, I must beg you to let no one see these words, and to destroy them when once read. I stand, naked of your protection, among some who would usurp your power, and I cannot know who around you is as faithful as I. I am told that Moiraine Damodred may be with you. She may serve you devotedly, obeying your words as law, as I will, yet I cannot know, for I remember her as a secretive woman, much given to plotting, as Cairhienin are. Yet even if you believe she is your creature, as I do, I beg you to keep this missive secret, even from her.
Alviarin Freidhen
He read it through again, blinking, then handed it to Moiraine. She barely scanned the page before giving it to Egwene, who had her head over the other letter with Aviendha. Perhaps Moiraine already knew what they contained?
“A good thing you gave your oath,” he said.  A good thing you’re more open now.” She did not react. “What do you make of it?”
“She must have heard about your swelled head,” Egwene said softly. He did not think he had been meant to hear. Shaking her head, she said more loudly, “This doesn’t sound like Alviarin at all.”
“It is her hand,” Moiraine said. “What do you make of it, Rand?”
“I think there’s a rift in the Tower, whether Elaida knows it or not. I assume an Aes Sedai can’t write a lie more easily than she can speak one?” He did not wait for her nod. “If Alviarin had been less flowery, I might have thought they were working together to pull me in. I can’t see Elaida even thinking half of what Alviarin wrote, and I can’t see her having a Keeper who could write it, not if she knew.”
“You are not going to do this thing,” Aviendha said, Elaida’s letter crumpled in her hand. It was not a question.
“I am not a fool.”
“Sometimes you are not,” she said grudgingly, and made it worse by raising a questioning eyebrow to Egwene, who considered for a moment, then shrugged.
“Do you see anything else?” Moiraine asked.
“I see White Tower spies,” he told her dryly. “They know I hold the city.” For at least two or three days after the battle, the Shaido would have stopped anything but a pigeon going north. Even a rider who knew where to change horses, no sure thing between Cairhien and Tar Valon, could not have reached the Tower in time for these letters to come back today.
Moiraine smiled. “You learn quickly. You will do well.” For a moment she almost looked fond. “What will you do about it?”
“Nothing, except make sure that Elaida’s ‘escort’ doesn’t get within a mile of me.” Thirteen of the weakest Aes Sedai could overwhelm him linked, and he did not think Elaida would send her weakest. “That, and be aware that the Tower knows what I do the day after I do it. Nothing more until I know more. Could Alviarin be one of your mysterious friends, Egwene?”
She hesitated, and he suddenly wondered whether she had told Moiraine any more than she had him. Was it Aes Sedai secrets she kept, or Wise Ones’? At last she said simply, “I do not know.”
A rap came at the door, and Somara put her flaxen head into the room. “Matrim Cauthon has come, Car’a’carn. He says that you sent for him.”
Four hours ago, as soon as he had learned Mat was back in the city. What would the excuse be this time? It was time to be done with excuses. “Stay,” he told the women. Wise Ones made Mat almost as uneasy as Aes Sedai did; these three would put him off balance. He did not give a second thought to using them. He was going to use Mat, too. “Send him in, Somara.”
Mat strolled into the room grinning, as if it was a common room. His green coat hung open, and his shirt was half unlaced, exposing the silver foxhead dangling on his sweaty chest, but the dark silk scarf was draped around his neck to hide his hanging scar in spite of the heat. “Sorry if I took too long. There were some Cairhienin who thought they knew how to play cards. Doesn’t he know anything livelier?” he asked, jerking his head toward Asmodean.
“I hear,” Rand said, “that every young man who can pick up a sword wants to join the Band of the Red Hand. Talmanes and Nalesean are having to turn them away in droves. And Daerid has doubled the number of his footmen.”
Mat paused in lowering himself into the chair Aracome had used. “It’s true. A fine lot of young . . . fellows wanting to be heroes.”
“The Band of the Red Hand,” Moiraine murmured. “Shen an Calhar. A legendary group of heroes indeed, though the men in it must have changed many times in a war that lasted well over three hundred years. It is said they were the last to fall to the Trollocs, guarding Aemon himself, when Manetheren died. Legend says a spring rose where they fell, to mark their passing, but I rather think the spring was already there.”
“I wouldn’t know about that.” Mat touched the foxhead medallion, and his voice picked up strength. “Some fool got the name from somewhere, and they all started using it.”
Moiraine glanced at the medallion dismissively. The small blue stone hanging on the forehead seemed to catch the light and glow, though the angles were wrong. “You are very brave, it seems, Mat.” It was flatly said, and the silence that followed stiffened his face. “Very brave,” she said finally, “to lead Shen an Calhar across the Alguenya and south against the Andorans. Even braver than that, for there are rumors that you went alone to scout the way, and Talmanes and Nalesean had to ride hard to catch up to you.” Egwene sniffed loudly in the background. “Hardly wise for a young lord leading his men.”
Mat’s lip curled. “I’m no lord; I’ve more respect for myself than that.”
“But very brave,” Moiraine said as if he had not spoken. “Andoran supply wagons burned, outposts destroyed. And three battles. Three battles, and three victories. With small loss to your own men, though outnumbered.” As she fingered a rip in the shoulder of his coat he sank back as far the chair would allow. “Are you drawn to the thick of battles, or are they drawn to you? I am almost surprised you came back. To hear the stories, you might have driven the Andorans back across the Erinin had you stayed.”
“Do you think this is funny?” Mat snarled. “If you have something to say, say it. You can play the cat all you want, but I’m no mouse.” For an instant his eyes flickered toward Egwene and Aviendha, watching with folded arms, and he fingered the silver foxhead again. He had to be wondering. It had stopped one woman’s channeling from touching him. Would it stop three?
Rand only watched. Watched his friend being softened for what he meant to do to him. Is there anything left to me but necessity? It was a quick thought, there and gone. He would do what he must.
The Aes Sedai’s voice gained a rime of crystal frost as she spoke, almost in an echo. “We all do as we must, as the Pattern decrees. For some there is less freedom than for others. It does not matter whether we choose or are chosen. What must be, must be.”
Mat did not look softened at all. Wary, yes, and certainly angry, but not softened. He could have been a tomcat backed into a corner by three hounds. A tomcat who meant to go down hard. He seemed to have forgotten anyone was in the room except for himself and the three women. “You always have to push a man where you want him, don’t you? Kick him there, if he won’t go led by the nose.  Don’t glare at me, Egwene, I’ll speak the way I want. Burn me! All it needs is for Nynaeve to be here, yanking her braid out of her head, and Elayne staring down her nose. Well, I’m glad she isn’t, to hear the news, but even if you had Nynaeve, I’d not be shoved—”
“What news?” Rand said sharply. “News Elayne shouldn’t hear?”
Mat looked up at Moiraine. “You mean there’s something you haven’t ferreted out?”
“What news, Mat?” Rand demanded.
“Morgase is dead.”
 Moiraine whispered something that might have been a prayer. Asmodean’s fingers never faltered on the harp.
Rand felt as if his belly had been ripped out. Elayne, forgive me. And a faint echo, altered. Ilyena, forgive me. “Are you certain?”
“As certain as I can be without seeing the body. It seems Gaebril has been named King of Andor. And Cairhien, too, for that matter. Supposedly Morgase did it. Something about the times needing a strong man’s hand or some such, as if anybody could have a stronger than Morgase herself. Only, those Andorans down south have heard rumors that she hasn’t been seen in weeks. More than rumors. You tell me what it adds up to. Andor’s never had a king, but now it has one, and the queen’s vanished. Gaebril’s the one wanted Elayne killed. I tried to tell her that, but you know how she always knows more than a mudfooted farmer. I don’t think he’d balk a second at slitting a queen’s throat.”
Rand discovered that he was sitting in one of the chairs across from Mat, though he did not remember moving. Aviendha laid a hand on his shoulder. Concern tightened her eyes. “I am all right,” he said roughly. “There’s no need to send for Somara.” Her face reddened, but he hardly noticed.
Elayne would never be able to forgive him. He had known that Rahvin—Gaebril—held Morgase prisoner, but he had ignored it because the Forsaken might expect him to help her. He had gone his own way, to do what they did not expect. And ended chasing Couladin instead of doing what he planned. He had known, and concentrated his attention on Sammael. Because the man taunted him. Morgase could wait while he smashed Sammael’s trap and Sammael with it. And so Morgase was dead. Elayne’s mother was dead. Elayne would curse him to her deathbed.
“I’ll tell you one thing,” Mat was going on. “There are a lot of queen’s men down there. They are not so sure about fighting for a king. You find Elayne. Half of them will flock to you to put her on the—”
“Shut up!” Rand barked. He quivered so hard with fury that Egwene stepped back, and even Moiraine eyed him carefully. Aviendha’s hand tightened on his shoulder, but he shook it off as he stood. Morgase dead because he had done nothing. His own hand had been on the knife as surely as Rahvin’s. Elayne. “She will be avenged. Rahvin, Mat. Not Gaebril. Rahvin.  Mat groaned.
“This is madness.” Egwene flinched as if realizing what she had said, but she kept that firm, calm voice. “You have your hands full with Cairhien yet, not to mention the Shaido to the north and whatever it is you’re planning in Tear.  I can be in Caemlyn in an hour. A raid—right, Mat?—a raid, not a war. I’ll rip Rahvin’s heart out.” His voice was a hammer. He felt as if acid filled his veins. “I could wish I had Elaida’s thirteen sisters to take with me, to smother him, and bring him to justice. Tried and hanged for murder. That would be justice.
Rand glared at her. But she was right. Tomorrow would be better. A night to let his rage cool. He needed to be cold when he faced Rahvin. Now he wanted to seize saidin and lay about him, destroying. Asmodean’s music had changed again, to a tune that street musicians in the city had played during the civil war. You could still hear it sometimes when a Cairhienin noble passed. “The Fool Who Thought He Was King.” “Get out, Natael. Get out!”
Asmodean straightened smoothly, bowing, but his face could have done for snow, and he crossed the room quickly, as if uncertain what one second more might bring. He always pushed, but perhaps this time he had pushed too far. As he opened the door, Rand spoke again.
“I will see you tonight. Or I will see you dead.”
Asmodean’s bow was not so graceful this time. “As my Lord Dragon commands,” he said hoarsely, and hurriedly pulled the door shut with him on the other side.
The three women looked at Rand, expressionless, not blinking.
“The rest of you go, too.” Mat practically bounded toward the door. “Not you. I have things to say to you yet.”
Mat stopped short, sighing loudly and fiddling with his medallion. He was the only one who had moved.
“You do not have thirteen Aes Sedai,” Aviendha said, “but you have two. And myself. I may not know as much as Moiraine Sedai, but I am as strong as Egwene, and I am no stranger to the dance.” She meant the dance of spears, what the Aiel called battle.
“Rahvin is mine,” he told her quietly. Maybe Elayne could forgive him a little if he at least avenged her mother. Probably not, but maybe he could forgive himself. A little. He forced his hands to stay at his sides, to not make fists.
“Will you draw a line on the ground for him to step over?” Egwene asked. “Put a chip on your shoulder? Have you considered that Rahvin might not be alone if he calls himself King of Andor now? Much good it will do when you appear if one of his guards puts an arrow through your heart.”
He could remember wishing she would not shout at him, but it had been so much easier then. “Did you think I meant to go alone?” He had; he had never thought of anyone to guard his back, though now he could hear a small whisper, He likes to come from behind, or at your flanks. He could hardly think clearly at all. His anger seemed to have a life of its own, stoking the fires that kept it boiling. “But not you. This is dangerous. Moiraine can come if she wishes.”
Egwene and Aviendha did not look at one another before stepping forward, but they moved as one, not stopping until they were so close even Aviendha had to tilt her bead back to look up at him.
“Moiraine can come if she wishes,” Egwene said.
If her voice was smooth ice, Aviendha’s was molten stone. “But it is too dangerous for us.”
“Have you become my father? Is your name Bran al’Vere?”
“If you have three spears, do you put two aside because they are newer made?”
“I do not want to risk you,” he said stiffly.
Egwene arched her eyebrows. “Oh?” That was all.
“I am not gai’shain to you.” Aviendha bared her teeth. “You will never choose what risks I take, Rand al’Thor. Never. Know it now.”
He could . . . What? Wrap them in saidin and leave them? He still could not shield them. So they might well snare him in return. A fine mess, all because they wanted to be stubborn.
“You have thought of guards,” Moiraine said, “but what if who is with Rahvin is Semirhage, or Graendal? Or Lanfear? These two might overwhelm one such, but could you face her and Rahvin together alone?”
There had been something in her voice when she said Lanfear’s name. Was she afraid that if Lanfear was there, he might finally join her? What would he do if she was there? What could he do? “They can come,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now will you go?”
“As you command,” Moiraine said, but they were in no hurry about it. Aviendha and Egwene took ostentatious care in rearranging their shawls before they started for the door. Lords and ladies might dart at his word, but never them.
“You did not try to talk me out of it,” he said abruptly.
He meant it for Moiraine, but Egwene spoke first, though to Aviendha, and with a smile.  Sometimes you have to do it, but sometimes it just isn’t worth the trouble.” Aviendha nodded.
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,” was Moiraine’s reply. She stood in the doorway looking more Aes Sedai than he ever remembered her, ageless, with dark eyes that seemed ready to swallow him, slight and slender yet so regal she could have commanded a roomful of queens if she could not channel a spark. That blue stone on her forehead was catching the light again. “You will do well, Rand.”
He stared at the door long after it closed behind them.
It was a scuff of boots that recalled him to Mat’s presence. Mat was trying to slide toward the door, moving slowly so as not to be seen.
“I need to talk to you, Mat.”
Mat grimaced. Touching the foxhead like a talisman, he spun to face Rand. “If you think I’m going to put my head on the block just because those fool women did, you can forget it now.  Morgase was a pretty woman—I even liked her; as much as you can like a queen—but Rahvin is Rahvin, burn you, and I—”
“Shut up and listen. You have to stop running.”
“Burn me if I will!  Rand drove the foxhead against Mat’s chest with a hard finger. “I know where you got this. I was there, remember? I cut the rope you were hanging from. I don’t know exactly what got shoved into your head, but whatever it is, I need it. The clan chiefs know war, but somehow you know it too, and maybe better. I need that! So this is what you’re going to do, you and the Band of the Red Hand . . . ”
“Be careful tomorrow,” Moiraine said.
Egwene paused at the door to her room. “Of course we’ll be careful.” Her stomach was turning backflips, but she kept her voice steady. “We know how dangerous facing one of the Forsaken will be.” By Aviendha’s expression, they might have been talking about what was for supper. But then, she was never afraid of anything.
“Do you, now,” Moiraine murmured. “Be very careful anyway, whether you think one of the Forsaken is near or not. Rand will need both of you in the days to come. You handle his temper well—though I may say your methods are unusual. He will need people who cannot be driven away or quelled by his rages, who will tell him what he must hear instead of what they think he wants to.”
“You do that, Moiraine,” Egwene told her.
“Of course. But he will still need you. Rest well. Tomorrow will be . . . difficult for us all.” She glided away down the corridor, passing from dimness to pool of lamplight to dimness. Night was already coming to these shadowed halls, and oil was in short supply.
“Will you stay with me awhile, Aviendha?” Egwene asked. “I feel more like talking than eating.”
“I must tell Amys what I have promised to do tomorrow. And I must be in Rand al’Thor’s sleeping chamber when he comes.”
“Elayne can never complain that you haven’t watched Rand closely for her. Did you really drag the Lady Berwyn down the hall by her hair?”
Aviendha’s cheeks colored faintly. “Do you think these Aes Sedai in—Salidar?—will help him?”
“Be careful of that name, Aviendha. Rand cannot be allowed to find them without preparation.” The way he was now, they would be more likely to gentle him, or at least send thirteen sisters of their own, than help him. She would have to stand between them in Tel’aran’rhiod, she and Nynaeve and Elayne, and hope those Aes Sedai had committed themselves too far to back out before they discovered how near the brink he was.
“I will be careful. Rest well. And eat well tonight. In the morning, eat nothing. It is not good to dance the spears with a full stomach.”
Egwene watched her stride away before pressing her hands to her stomach. She did not think she would eat tonight or in the morning. Rahvin. And maybe Lanfear, or one of the others. Nynaeve had faced Moghedien and won. But Nynaeve was stronger than she or Aviendha, when she could channel at all. There might not be another. Rand said the Forsaken did not trust one another. She could almost wish he was wrong, or at least that he was not so certain. It was frightening when she thought she saw another man looking through his eyes, heard another man’s words come out of his mouth. It should not be so; everyone was reborn as the Wheel turned. But everyone was not the Dragon Reborn. Moiraine would not talk of it. What would Rand do if Lanfear was there? Lanfear had loved Lews Therin Telamon, but what had the Dragon felt for her? How much of Rand was still Rand?
“You will work yourself into a tizzy this way,” she said firmly. “You’re not a child. Act like a woman.”
When a serving woman brought her supper of snapbeans and potatoes and fresh baked bread, she made herself eat. It tasted like ashes.
Mat strode through the dimly lit corridors of the palace and flung open the door of the rooms that had been set aside for the young hero of the battle against the Shaido. Not that he had spent much time there; hardly any. Servants had lit two of the stand-lamps. Hero! He was no hero! What did a hero get?  A noblewoman condescending to favor you with a kiss, or laying a flower on your grave. He stalked back and forth in his anteroom, for once not pricing the flowered Illianer carpet or the chairs and chests and tables gilded and inlaid with ivory.
The stormy meeting with Rand had gone on till the sun set, him dodging, refusing, Rand following as doggedly as Hawkwing after the rout at Cole Pass. What was he to do? If he rode out again, Talmanes and Nalesean would surely follow with as many men as they could put in the saddle, expecting him to find another battle. And he probably would; that was what really put a chill on it. Much as he hated to admit it, the Aes Sedai was right. He was drawn to battle or it to him. Nobody could have tried harder to avoid one on the other side of the Alguenya. Even Talmanes had commented on it. Until the second time his careful creeping away from one lot of Andorans took them where there was no choice but to fight another. And every time he could feel the dice rolling in his head; it was almost like a warning that a fight was just over the next hill, now.
There was always a ship, or might be, down at the docks beside the grain barges. Hard to find yourself in a battle on a ship in the middle of a river. Except the Andorans held one bank of the Alguenya for half its length or more below the city. The way his luck was running, the ship would run aground on the west bank with half the Andoran army camped there.
That left doing what Rand wanted. He could just see it.
“Good morrow, High Lord Weiramon, and all you other High Lords and Ladies.
Snatching his black-hafted spear from the corner, he hurled it the length of the room. It struck a wall hanging—a hunting scene—and the stone wall behind with a loud clang, then dropped to the floor, leaving the hunters neatly sliced in two. Swearing, he hurried to pick it up. The two-foot sword-blade was not chipped or marred. Of course not. Aes Sedai work.
He fingered the ravens on the blade. “Will I ever be free of Aes Sedai work?”
“What was that?” Melindhra asked from the door.
He eyed her as he propped the spear against the wall, and for a change it was not spun-gold hair or clear blue eyes or a firm body that he thought of. It seemed that every Aiel went to the river sooner or later, to stare silently at so much water in one place, but Melindhra went every day, just about. “Has Kadere found ships yet?” Kadere would not be going to Tar Valon on grain barges.
“The peddler’s wagons are still there. I do not know about . . . ships.” She pronounced the unfamiliar word awkwardly. “Why do you wish to know?”
“I’m going away for a while. For Rand,” he added hastily. Her face was too still. “I’d take you with me if I could, but you wouldn’t want to leave the Maidens.” A ship, or his own horse? And to where? That was the question. He could reach Tear quicker on a fast river ship than on Pips. If he was fool enough to make that choice. If he had any choice.
Melindhra’s mouth tightened briefly. To his surprise, it was not over his leaving her. “So you slip back into Rand al’Thor’s shadow. You have gained much honor of your own, among the Aiel as well as the wetlanders. Your honor, not honor reflected from the Car’a’carn.”
“He can keep his honor and take it to Caemlyn or the Pit of Doom for all I care. Don’t you worry. I’ll find plenty of honor. I will write you about it. From Tear.” Tear? He would never escape Rand, or Aes Sedai, if he made that choice.
“He is going to Caemlyn?”
Mat suppressed a wince. He was not supposed to say anything about that. Whatever he decided about the rest, he could do that much. “Just a name pulled from my pocket. Because of the Andorans down south, I suppose. I wouldn’t know where he’s—”
He had no warning.  Eyes bulging, he fought to keep his feet, to straighten, to think. Why?  Without a pause she leaped straight up, kicking out, her soft bootsole taking him hard flush in the face.
When his eyes cleared enough to see, he was on his back, halfway across the room from her. He could feel blood on his face. His head seemed stuffed with wool, and the room seemed to rock. That was when he saw her take a knife from her pouch, slim blade not much longer than her hand, gleaming in the lamplight.
Groggily, he moved by instinct, without thinking. The blade came out of his sleeve, left his hand as if floating through jelly. Only then did he realize what he had done and stretch out desperately, trying to snatch it back.
The hilt bloomed between her breasts. She sagged to her knees, fell back.
Mat pushed himself up, wavering on hands and knees. He could not have stood if his life hung on it, but he crawled to her, muttering wildly. “Why? Why?”
He jerked her veil aside, and those clear blue eyes focused on him. She even smiled. He did not look at the knife-hilt. His knife-hilt. He knew where the heart was in a body. “Why, Melindhra?”
“I always liked your pretty eyes,” she breathed, so faint he had to strain to hear.
“Why?”
“Some oaths are more important than others, Mat Cauthon.” The slim-bladed knife came up swiftly, all her remaining strength behind it, the point driving the dangling foxhead against his chest. The silver medallion should not have stopped a blade, but the angle was just that much wrong, and some hidden flaw in the steel snapped the blade off right at the hilt just as he caught her hand. “You have the Great Lord’s own luck.”
“Why?” he demanded. “Burn you, why?” He knew there would be no answer. Her mouth remained open, as though she might say something more, but her eyes were already beginning to glaze.
  Never a woman until now. Women were glad when he came into their lives. It was not boasting. Women smiled for him; even when he left them, they smiled as if they would welcome him back. That was all he ever really wanted from, women; a smile, a dance, a kiss, and to be remembered fondly.
He realized his thoughts were babbling. Jerking the bladeless hilt from Melindhra’s hand—it was gold-mounted jade, inlaid with golden bees—he hurled it into the marble fireplace, hoping it shattered. He wanted to cry, to howl.
He had to think clearly. Why? Not because he was leaving, surely. She had hardly reacted to that. Besides, she thought he was chasing off after honor; she had always approved of that. Something she had said tugged at him, and then came back, with a chill. The Great Lord’s own luck. He had heard it differently, many times. The Dark One’s own luck. “A Darkfriend.” A question, or certainty? He wished the thought made what he had done easier in his mind. He was going to carry her face to his grave.
Tear. He had as much as told her he was going to Tear. The dagger. Golden bees in jade. He would wager there were nine without looking. Nine golden bees on a field of green. The sign of Illian. Where Sammael ruled. Could Sammael be afraid of him? How could Sammael even know? It was only a few hours since Rand had asked Mat—told him—and he was not sure himself what he was going to do. Maybe Sammael would not take the chance? Right. One of the Forsaken, afraid of a gambler, however stuffed with other men’s battle knowledge his head might be. That was ridiculous.
It all came down to this. He could believe that Melindhra had not been a Darkfriend, that she had decided to kill him on a whim, that there was no connection between a jade hilt inlaid with golden bees and his maybe going to Tear to lead an army against Illian. He could if he was a bull-goose fool. Better to err toward caution, he always said. One of the Forsaken had noticed him. He certainly was not standing in Rand’s shadow now.
Sliding across the floor, he sat with his chin on his knees and his back against the door, staring at Melindhra’s face, trying to decide what to do. When a servant knocked with his supper, he shouted for her to go away. Food was the last thing he wanted. What was he going to do? He wished he did not feel the dice spinning in his head.


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LISTEN - listen for a notificationSYNOPSIS
LISTEN name
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LISTEN registers the current session as a listener on the notification condition name. If the current session is already registered as a listener for this notification condition, nothing is done.
Whenever the command NOTIFY name is invoked, either by this session or another one connected to the same database, all the sessions currently listening on that notification condition are notified, and each will in turn notify its connected client application. See the discussion of NOTIFY for more information.
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FANOTIFY_MARK
Section: Linux Programmer's Manual (2)
Updated: 2014-04-24
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NAME
fanotify_mark - add, remove, or modify an fanotify mark on a filesystem
object
SYNOPSIS
#include <sys/fanotify.h>
int fanotify_mark(int fanotify_fd, unsigned int flags,
uint64_t mask, int dirfd, const char *pathname);
DESCRIPTION
For an overview of the fanotify API, see
fanotify(7).
fanotify_mark(2)
adds, removes, or modifies an fanotify mark on a filesystem object.
The caller must have read permission on the filesystem object that
is to be marked.
The
fanotify_fd
argument is a file descriptor returned by
fanotify_init(2).
flags
is a bit mask describing the modification to perform.
It must include exactly one of the following values:
- FAN_MARK_ADD
-
The events in
mask
will be added to the mark mask (or to the ignore mask).
mask
must be nonempty or the error
EINVAL
will occur.
- FAN_MARK_REMOVE
-
The events in argument
mask
will be removed from the mark mask (or from the ignore mask).
mask
must be nonempty or the error
EINVAL
will occur.
- FAN_MARK_FLUSH
-
Remove either all mount or all non-mount marks from the fanotify group.
If
flag
contains
FAN_MARK_MOUNT,
all marks for mounts are removed from the group.
Otherwise, all marks for directories and files are removed.
No flag other than
FAN_MARK_MOUNT
can be used in conjunction with
FAN_MARK_FLUSH.
mask
is ignored.
If none of the values above is specified, or more than one is specified,
the call fails with the error
EINVAL.
In addition,
zero or more of the following values may be ORed into
flags:
- FAN_MARK_DONT_FOLLOW
-
If
pathname
is a symbolic link, mark the link itself, rather than the file to which it
refers.
(By default,
fanotify_mark()
dereferences
pathname
if it is a symbolic link.)
- FAN_MARK_ONLYDIR
-
If the filesystem object to be marked is not a directory, the error
ENOTDIR
shall be raised.
- FAN_MARK_MOUNT
-
Mark the mount point specified by
pathname.
If
pathname
is not itself a mount point, the mount point containing
pathname
will be marked.
All directories, subdirectories, and the contained files of the mount point
will be monitored.
- FAN_MARK_IGNORED_MASK
-
The events in
mask
shall be added to or removed from the ignore mask.
- FAN_MARK_IGNORED_SURV_MODIFY
-
The ignore mask shall survive modify events.
If this flag is not set,
the ignore mask is cleared when a modify event occurs
for the ignored file or directory.
mask
defines which events shall be listened for (or which shall be ignored).
It is a bit mask composed of the following values:
- FAN_ACCESS
-
Create an event when a file or directory (but see BUGS) is accessed (read).
- FAN_MODIFY
-
Create an event when a file is modified (write).
- FAN_CLOSE_WRITE
-
Create an event when a writable file is closed.
- FAN_CLOSE_NOWRITE
-
Create an event when a read-only file or directory is closed.
- FAN_OPEN
-
Create an event when a file or directory is opened.
- FAN_OPEN_PERM
-
Create an event when a permission to open a file or directory is requested.
An fanotify file descriptor created with
FAN_CLASS_PRE_CONTENT
or
FAN_CLASS_CONTENT
is required.
- FAN_ACCESS_PERM
-
Create an event when a permission to read a file or directory is requested.
An fanotify file descriptor created with
FAN_CLASS_PRE_CONTENT
or
FAN_CLASS_CONTENT
is required.
- FAN_ONDIR
-
Create events for directories---for example, when
opendir(2),
readdir(2)
(but see BUGS), and
closedir(2)
are called.
Without this flag, only events for files are created.
- FAN_EVENT_ON_CHILD
-
Events for the immediate children of marked directories shall be created.
The flag has no effect when marking mounts.
Note that events are not generated for children of the subdirectories
of marked directories.
To monitor complete directory trees it is necessary to mark the relevant
mount.
The following composed value is defined:
- FAN_CLOSE
-
A file is closed
(FAN_CLOSE_WRITE|FAN_CLOSE_NOWRITE).
The filesystem object to be marked is determined by the file descriptor
dirfd
and the pathname specified in
pathname:
- *
-
If
pathname
is NULL,
dirfd
defines the filesystem object to be marked.
- *
-
If
pathname
is NULL, and
dirfd
takes the special value
AT_FDCWD,
the current working directory is to be marked.
- *
-
If
pathname
is absolute, it defines the filesystem object to be marked, and
dirfd
is ignored.
- *
-
If
pathname
is relative, and
dirfd
does not have the value
AT_FDCWD,
then the filesystem object to be marked is determined by interpreting
pathname
relative the directory referred to by
dirfd.
- *
-
If
pathname
is relative, and
dirfd
has the value
AT_FDCWD,
then the filesystem object to be marked is determined by interpreting
pathname
relative the current working directory.
RETURN VALUE
On success,
fanotify_mark()
returns 0.
On error, -1 is returned, and
errno
is set to indicate the error.
ERRORS
- EBADF
-
An invalid file descriptor was passed in
fanotify_fd.
- EINVAL
-
An invalid value was passed in
flags
or
mask,
or
fanotify_fd
was not an fanotify file descriptor.
- EINVAL
-
The fanotify file descriptor was opened with
FAN_CLASS_NOTIF
and mask contains a flag for permission events
(FAN_OPEN_PERM
or
FAN_ACCESS_PERM).
- ENOENT
-
The filesystem object indicated by
dirfd
and
pathname
does not exist.
This error also occurs when trying to remove a mark from an object
which is not marked.
- ENOMEM
-
The necessary memory could not be allocated.
- ENOSPC
-
The number of marks exceeds the limit of 8192 and the
FAN_UNLIMITED_MARKS
flag was not specified when the fanotify file descriptor was created with
fanotify_init(2).
- ENOSYS
-
This kernel does not implement
fanotify_mark().
The fanotify API is available only if the kernel was configured with
CONFIG_FANOTIFY.
- ENOTDIR
-
flags
contains
FAN_MARK_ONLYDIR,
and
dirfd
and
pathname
do not specify a directory.
VERSIONS
fanotify_mark()
was introduced in version 2.6.36 of the Linux kernel and enabled in version
2.6.37.
CONFORMING TO
This system call is Linux-specific.
BUGS
As of Linux 3.15,
the following bugs exist:
- *
-
If
flags
contains
FAN_MARK_FLUSH,
dirfd
and
pathname
must specify a valid filesystem object, even though this object is not used.
- *
-
readdir(2)
does not generate a
FAN_ACCESS
event.
- *
-
If
fanotify_mark(2)
is called with
FAN_MARK_FLUSH,
flags
is not checked for invalid values.
SEE ALSO
fanotify_init(2),
fanotify(7)
Index
- NAME
-
- SYNOPSIS
-
- DESCRIPTION
-
- RETURN VALUE
-
- ERRORS
-
- VERSIONS
-
- CONFORMING TO
-
- BUGS
-
- SEE ALSO
-
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Time: 02:54:50 GMT, September 18, 2014


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