Mat stalked out of the palace when Tylin finally let him go, and had he thought it would do any good, he would have run. The skin between his shoulder blades prickled so, he almost forgot the dice dancing in his head. The worst moment—the very worst of a dozen bad—had been when Beslan teased his mother, saying she should find herself a pretty for the balls, and Tylin laughingly claimed a queen had no time for young men, all the while looking at Mat with those bloody eagle’s eyes. Now he knew why rabbits ran so fast. He stumped across Mol Hara Square not seeing anything. Had Nynaeve and Elayne been cavorting with Jaichim Carridin and Elaida in the fountain beneath that statue of some long-dead queen, two spans or more tall and pointing to the sea, he would have passed by without a second look.
The common room of The Wandering Woman was dim and comparatively cool after the bright heat outside. He took off his hat gratefully. A faint haze of pipesmoke hung in the air, but the arabesque-carved shutters across the wide arched windows let in more than enough light. Some bedraggled pine branches had been tied above the windows for Swovan Night. In one corner, two women with flutes and a fellow with a small drum between his knees provided a shrill, pulsing sort of music that Mat had come to like. Even at this time of the day there were a few patrons, outland merchants in moderately plain woolens with a sprinkling of Ebou Dari, most in the vests of various guilds. No apprentices or even journeymen here; so close to the palace, The Wandering Woman was hardly an inexpensive place to drink or eat, much less sleep.
The rattle of dice at a table in the corner echoed the feel in his head, but he turned the other way, to where three of his men sat on benches around another table.  Vanin was three times Corevin’s size, but he looked like a balding sack of suet overflowing his bench. His coat appeared to have been slept in for a week; it always did, even an hour after one of the serving women ironed it. Some of the merchants eyed the three uneasily, but none of the Ebou Dari; men or women, they had seen the same or worse, often.
 He just looked as if he had a toothache.
If Mat asked, it would turn out Corevin had slipped and fallen on his own dagger or some such foolery Mat was supposed to pretend to believe. So he just leaned his fists on the table as if he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Truth to tell, it was not that out of the ordinary. Vanin was the only man who had not been in two dozen scrapes already; for some reason, men looking for trouble walked as wide of Vanin as they did Nalesean. The only difference was that Vanin seemed to like it that way. “Has Thom or Juilin been here yet?”
Vanin did not look up from tying the bandages. “Haven’t seen hide, hair nor toenail. Nalesean was in for a bit, though.” There was no “my lord” nonsense from Vanin. He made no bones about not liking nobles. With the unfortunate exception of Elayne. “Left an iron-strapped chest up in your room, and went out babbling about trinkets.” He made as if to spit through the gap in his teeth, then glanced at one of the serving women and did not. Mistress Anan was death on anybody spitting on her floors, or tossing bones, or even tapping out a pipe. “The boy’s out back in the stable,” he went on before Mat could ask, “with his book and one of the innkeeper’s daughters. Another of the girls spanked his bottom for pinching hers.” Finishing the last knot, he gave Mat an accusatory look, as if it had been his fault in some way.
“Poor little mite,” Corevin muttered, twisting to see whether the bandages would stay in place. He had a leopard and a boar inked on one arm, a lion and a woman on the other. The woman did not seem to be wearing much except her hair. “Sniveling, he was. Though he did brighten when Leral let him hold her hand.” The men all looked after Olver like a gaggle of uncles, though certainly the sort no mother would want near her son.
“He’ll live,” Mat said dryly. The boy was probably picking up these habits from his “uncles.” Next, they would give him a tattoo. At least Olver had not sneaked out to run with the street children; he seemed to enjoy that almost as much as he did making himself a nuisance to grown women. “Harnan, you wait here, and if you see Thom or Juilin, collar them. Vanin, I want you to see what you can learn around the Chelsaine Palace, over near the Three Towers Gate.” Hesitating, he looked over the room. Serving women drifted in and out of the kitchens with food and, more often, drink.  Some of the merchants appeared to be haggling, waving hands and dipping fingers in their drinks to scribble numbers on the table. The music should mask his words from eavesdroppers, but he lowered his voice anyway.
News that Jaichim Carridin had Darkfriends coming to call screwed Vanin’s round face into a scowl, as if he might spit no matter who saw. Harnan muttered something about filthy Whitecloaks, and Corevin suggested denouncing Carridin to the Civil Guard. That got such disgusted looks from the other two that he buried his face in a cup of ale. He was one of the few men Mat knew who could drink Ebou Dari ale in this heat. Or drink it at all, for that matter.
“Be careful,” Mat warned when Vanin stood. It was not that he was worried, really. Vanin moved with surprising lightness for such a fat man. He was the best horsethief in two countries at the least, and could slip by even a Warder unseen, but . . . “They’re a nasty lot. Whitecloaks or Darkfriends, either one.” The man only grunted and motioned for Corevin to gather his shirt and coat and come along.
“My Lord?” Harnan said as they left. “My Lord, I heard there was a fog in the Rahad yesterday.”
On the point of turning away, Mat stopped. Harnan looked worried, and nothing much worried him. “What do you mean, a fog?” In this heat, fog thick as porridge would not last a heartbeat.
The file leader shrugged uncomfortably and peered into his mug. “A fog. I heard there was . . . things . . . in it.” He looked up at Mat. “I heard people just disappeared. And some was found eaten, parts of them.”
Mat managed not to shiver. “The fog’s gone, isn’t it? You weren’t in it. Worry when you are. That’s all you can do.” Harnan frowned doubtfully, but that was the pure truth. These bubbles of evil—that was what Rand called them, what Moiraine had—burst where and when they chose, and there did not seem to be anything even Rand could do to stop them. Worrying about it did as much good as worrying whether a roof tile would fall on your head in the street tomorrow. Less, since you could decide to stay indoors.
There was something that was worth worrying over, though. Nalesean had left their winnings sitting upstairs.  Leaving Harnan studying his mug, Mat headed for the railless stairs at the back of the room, but before he reached them, one of the serving women accosted him.
Caira was a slender, full-lipped girl with smoky eyes. “A man came in looking for you, my Lord,” she said, twisting her skirts from side to side and looking up at him through long lashes. There was a certain smokiness in her voice, too. “Said he was an Illuminator, but he looked seedy to me. He ordered a meal, and left when Mistress Anan wouldn’t give it. He wanted you to pay.”
“Next time, pigeon, give the meal,” he told her, slipping a silver mark into the plunging neck of her dress. “I’ll speak to Mistress Anan.” He did want to find an Illuminator—a real one, not some fellow selling fireworks full of sawdust—but it hardly mattered now. Not with the gold lying unguarded.
Caira giggled and twisted like a stroked cat. “Would you like me to bring some punch to your room, my Lord? Or anything?” She smiled hopefully, invitingly.
“Maybe later,” he said, tapping her nose with a fingertip. She giggled again; she always did. Caira would have her skirt sewn to show petticoats to the middle of her thigh or higher had Mistress Anan allowed it, but the innkeeper looked after her serving women almost as closely as she did her daughters. Almost. “Maybe later.”
Trotting up the wide stone stairs, he put Caira out of his mind. What was he to do about Olver? The boy would find himself in real trouble one day if he thought he could treat women that way. He was going to have to keep him away from Harnan and the others as much as possible, he supposed. They were a bad influence on a boy. To have this on top of everything else! He had to get Nynaeve and Elayne out of Ebou Dar before something worse went wrong.
His room was at the front, with windows overlooking the square, and as he reached for the door, the hallway floor behind him squeaked. In a hundred inns, it would not even have registered, but the floors in The Wandering Woman did not squeak.
He looked back—and spun just in time to drop his hat and catch the descending truncheon with his left hand instead of his skull.  His head hit with a thump.  All he could really see was a big nose and yellow teeth, and those seemed hazy. Suddenly he realized he was on the far edge of consciousness; those fingers were closing off blood to his brain along with air. His free hand went beneath his coat, fumbling over the hilts of his knives as though his fingers no longer remembered what they were for. The cudgel wrenched free. He could see it rising, feel it rising to smash his skull. Focusing everything, he jerked a knife from its scabbard and thrust.
His attacker let out a high-pitched scream, and Mat was vaguely aware of the club bouncing off his shoulder as it fell to the floor, but the man did not let go of his throat.
Abruptly the fellow fell, sliding from Mat’s blade. The knife nearly followed him to the floor. So did Mat. Gulping breath, sweet air, he clung to something, a doorway, to hold himself on his feet. From the floor a plain-faced man stared up at him with eyes that would never see anything again, a heavyset fellow with curled Murandian mustaches, in a dark blue coat fit for a small merchant or a prosperous shopkeeper. Not the look of a thief about him at all.
Abruptly he realized they had stumbled through an open door in their fight. It was a smaller room than Mat’s, windowless, a pair of oil lamps on small tables beside the narrow bed providing a murky illumination. A lanky, pale-haired man straightened from a large open chest, staring oddly at the corpse. The chest took up most of the free space in the room.
Mat opened his mouth to apologize for intruding so roughly, and the lanky man snatched a long dagger from his belt, a cudgel from the bed, and leaped over the chest at him. That had not been the look you gave a dead stranger. Clinging unsteadily to the doorframe, Mat threw underhanded, the hilt no sooner leaving his hand than he was scrabbling under his coat for another. His knife stuck squarely in the other man’s throat, and Mat almost fell again, this time from relief, as the man clutched himself, blood spurting between his fingers, and toppled backward into the open chest.
“It’s good to be lucky,” Mat croaked.
Staggering, he retrieved his knife, wiping it clean on the fellow’s gray coat. A better coat than the other; still wool, but of a better cut. A lesser lord would not have been ashamed to wear it. Andoran, by the collar. He sank onto the bed, frowning at the man sprawled in the chest.
His manservant was in the doorway, trying unsuccessfully to hide a large black iron frying pan behind his back. Nerim kept a full set of pots, and everything else he thought a lord’s servant might need traveling, in the small room he shared with Olver next to Mat’s. He was short even for a Cairhienin, and skinny to boot. “My Lord has blood on his coat again, I fear,” he murmured in melancholy tones. The day he sounded anything else, the sun would rise in the west. “I do wish my Lord would be more careful of his clothes. It is so hard to remove blood without a stain, and the insects hardly need any encouragement to eat holes.  No mention at all of two dead men, or what he had intended with the frying pan.
That scream had drawn other attention; The Wandering Woman was not the sort of inn where screams passed unremarked. Feet pounded in the hallway, and Mistress Anan pushed Nerim firmly out of her way and raised her skirts to step around the corpse on the floor. Her husband followed her in, a square-faced, gray-haired man with the double earring of the Ancient and Honorable League of the Nets dangling from his left ear. The two white stones on the lower hoop said he owned other boats beside the one he captained. Jasfer Anan was part of the reason Mat was careful not to smile too much at any of Mistress Anan’s daughters. The man wore a work knife stuffed behind his belt and a longer, curved blade too, and his long blue-and-green vest revealed arms and chest crisscrossed with dueling scars. He was alive, though, and most of the men who had given those scars were not.
The other reason for caution was Setalle Anan herself. Mat had never before let himself be turned off a girl because of her mother, even if that mother owned the inn where he was staying, but Mistress Anan had a way about her. Large gold hoops in her ears swung as she surveyed the dead men without a flinch. She was pretty despite a touch of gray in her hair, and her marriage knife nestled in roundness that normally would have drawn his eyes like moths to a candle, yet looking at her that way would have been like looking at . . . Not his mother. At an Aes Sedai, maybe—though he had done that, of course, just to look—or at Queen Tylin, the Light help him there. Putting a finger on why was not easy. She simply had a way about her. It was just difficult to think of doing anything that would offend Setalle Anan.
“One of them jumped me in the hall.” Mat kicked the chest lightly; it made a hollow sound despite the dead man slumped inside with his arms and legs dangling out. “This is empty except for him. I think they meant to fill it with whatever they could steal.” The gold, perhaps? Not likely they could have heard of that, won only hours ago, but he would ask Mistress Anan about a safer place to keep it.
She nodded calmly, hazel eyes serene. Men knifed in her inn did not ruffle her feathers. “They insisted on carrying it up themselves. Their stock, so they claimed. They took the room just before you came in. For a few hours, they said, to sleep before traveling on toward Nor Chasen.” That was a small village on the coast to the east, but it was unlikely they would have told the truth. Her tone implied as much. She frowned at the dead men as though wishing she could shake them alive to answer questions. “They were picky about the room, though. The pale-haired man was in charge. He turned down the first three he was offered, then accepted this, that was meant for a single servant. I thought he was being stingy with a coin.”
“Even a thief can be tightfisted,” Mat said absently. This could have qualified to start those dice rolling in his head—a head that would have been cracked open for sure without the luck of that fellow stepping on the one board in the whole inn that would squeak—but the bloody things were still tumbling. He did not like it.
“You think it was chance then, my Lord?”
“What else?”
She had no answer, but she frowned at the corpses again. Maybe she was not so sanguine as he had thought. She was not native to Ebou Dar, after all.
“Too many roughs in the city of late.” Jasfer had a deep voice, and speaking normally he seemed to be barking commands on a fishing boat. “Maybe you ought to think on hiring guards.” All Mistress Anan did was lift an eyebrow at her husband, but his hands rose defensively. “Peace be on you, wife. I spoke without thinking.” Ebou Dari women were known to express displeasure with a husband in a sharp fashion. It was not beyond possibility that a few of his scars came from her. The marriage knife had several uses.
Thanking the Light he was not married to an Ebou Dari, Mat replaced his own knife in its sheath alongside the others. Thank the Light he was not married at all. His fingers brushed paper.
Mistress Anan was not letting her husband off easily. “You frequently do, husband,” she said, fingering the hilt between her breasts. “Many women would not let it pass. Elynde always tells me I am not firm enough when you speak out of line. I need to provide a good example for my daughters.” Acerbity melted into a smile, if a small one. “Consider yourself chastised. I will refrain from telling you who should haul which net on which boat.”
“You are too kind to me, wife,” he replied dryly. There was no guild for innkeepers in Ebou Dar, but every inn in the city was in the hands of a woman; to Ebou Dari, bad luck of the worst sort would dog any inn owned by a man or any vessel owned by a woman. There were no women in the fishermen’s guild.
Mat pulled out the paper. It was snowy white, expensive and stiff, and folded small. The few lines on it were printed in square letters like those Olver might use. Or an adult who did not want the hand recognized.
ELAYNE AND NYNAEVE ARE PUSHING TOO FAR.  WARN THEM TO BE CAREFUL, OR THEY WILL BE KNEELING TO ASK ELAIDA’S PARDON YET.
That was all; no signature. Still in danger? That suggested it was nothing new, and somehow it did not fit with them being snared up by the rebels. No, that was the wrong question. Who had slipped him this note? Obviously somebody who thought they could not simply hand it to him. Who had had the opportunity since he put the coat on this morning? It had not been there then, for sure. Somebody who had gotten close. Somebody . . . Unbidden, he found himself humming a snatch of “She Dazzles My Eyes and Clouds My Mind.” Around here the tune had different words; they called it “Upside Down and ’Round and ’Round.” Only Teslyn or Joline fit, and that was impossible.
“Bad news, my Lord?” Mistress Anan asked.
Mat stuffed the note into his pocket. “Does any man ever get to understand women? I don’t mean just Aes Sedai. Any women.”
Jasfer roared, and when his wife directed a meaning gaze his way, he only laughed harder. The look she gave Mat would have shamed an Aes Sedai for its perfect serenity. “Men have it quite easy, my Lord, if they only looked or listened. Women have the difficult task. We must try to understand men.” Jasfer took hold of the doorframe, tears rolling down his dark face. She eyed him sideways, tilting her head, then turned, all cool calmness—and punched him under the ribs with her fist so hard that his knees buckled. His laughter took on a wheeze without stopping. “There is a saying in Ebou Dar, my Lord,” she said to Mat over her shoulder. “ ‘A man is a maze of brambles in darkness, and even he does not know the way.’ ”
Mat snorted. Fat lot of help she was. Well, Teslyn or Joline or somebody else—it must have been somebody else, if he could only think who—the White Tower was a long way away. Jaichim Carridin was right here. He frowned at the two corpses. And so were a hundred other scoundrels. Somehow he would see those two women safely out of Ebou Dar. The trouble was, he did not have a clue how.
The apartments Joline shared with Teslyn were quite spacious, including a bedchamber for each of them, plus one apiece for their maids and another that would have done quite well for Blaeric and Fen, if Teslyn could have stood to have her Warders with them. The woman saw every man as a potentially rabid wolf, and there was no gainsaying her when she truly wanted something. As inexorable as Elaida, she ground down whatever lay in her path. They stood as equals in every real way, certainly, but not many managed to prevail over Teslyn without a clear advantage. She was at the writing table in the sitting room when Joline entered, her pen making an awful scritch-scritch. She was always parsimonious with the ink.
Without a word, Joline swept by her and out onto the balcony, a long cage of white-painted iron. The scrollwork was so tight that the men working in the garden three stories below would have a difficult time seeing that there was anyone within. Flowers in this region ordinarily thrived in heat, wild colors to outshine the interior of the palace, but nothing bloomed down there. Gardeners moved along the gravel walks with buckets of water, yet nearly every leaf was yellow or brown. She would not have admitted it under torture, but the heat made her afraid. The Dark One was touching the world, and their only hope a boy who was running wild.
“Bread and water?” Teslyn said suddenly. “Send the Cauthon boy off to the Tower? If there do be changes in what we did plan, you will please inform me before telling others.”
Joline felt a touch of heat in her cheeks. “Merilille needed to be set down. She lectured when I was a novice.” So had Teslyn; a severe teacher who held her classes with an iron grip. Just the way she spoke was a reminder, a marked warning not to go against her, equal or not. Merilille, though, stood lower. “She used to make us stand in front of the class, and she would dig and dig for the answer she wanted, until we stood there in front of every one, weeping with frustration. She pretended to sympathize, or perhaps she really did, but the more she patted us and told us not to cry, the worse it was.” She cut off abruptly. She had not intended to say all that. It was Teslyn’s fault, always looking at her as if she were about to be upbraided for a spot on her dress. But she should understand; Merilille had taught her, too.
“You have remembered that all this time?” Stark incredulity painted Teslyn’s voice. “The sisters who did teach us did only do their duty. Sometimes I do think what Elaida did say of you do be right.” The annoying scritch-scritch resumed.
“It . . . simply came to mind when Merilille began as if she were truly an ambassador.” Instead of a rebel. Joline frowned at the garden. She despised every one of those women who had broken the White Tower, and flaunted the break before all the world. Them and anyone who aided them. But Elaida had blundered too, horribly. The sisters who were rebels now could have been reconciled, with a little effort. “What did she say of me? Teslyn?” The sound of the pen continued, like fingernails scraping across a slate. Joline went back inside. “What did Elaida say?”
Teslyn laid another sheet atop her letter, either to blot or to shield it from Joline’s eyes, but she did not answer immediately. She scowled at Joline—or perhaps just looked; it was difficult to say with her at times—and at last sighed. “Very well. If you must know. She did say you still do be a child.”
“A child?” Joline’s shock had no effect on the other woman.
“Some,” Teslyn said calmly, “do change little from the day they do put on novice white. Some do change no at all. Elaida does believe you have no grown up yet and never will.”
  Elaida had been petted too much as a novice, made over too much for her strength and the remarkable speed of her learning. Joline suspected that was why she was in such a fury about Elayne and Egwene and the wilder Nynaeve; because they were stronger than she, because they had spent far less time as novices, no matter that they had been pushed ahead too fast. Why, Nynaeve had never been a novice at all, and that was completely unheard of.
“Since you did bring it up,” Teslyn went on, “perhaps we should try to take advantage of the situation.”
“What do you mean?” Embracing the True Source, Joline channeled Air to lift the silver pitcher on the turquoise-inlaid side table and fill a silver goblet with punch. As always, the joy of embracing saidar thrilled her, soothing even as it exhilarated.
“It do be obvious, I should think. Elaida’s orders do still stand. Elayne and Nynaeve are to be returned to the Tower as soon as found. I did agree to wait, but perhaps we should wait no longer. A pity the al’Vere girl does no be with them. But two will put us back in Elaida’s good graces, and if we can add the Cauthon boy . . . I do think those three will make her welcome us as if we did come with al’Thor himself. And this Aviendha will make a fine novice, wilder or no.”
The goblet floated into Joline’s hand on Air, and she reluctantly released the Power. She had never lost the ardor she felt the first time she touched the Source. Dewmelon punch was a poor substitute for saidar. The worst part of her penance before leaving the Tower had been losing the right to touch saidar. Almost the worst part. She had set it all herself, but Elaida had made it clear that if she did not make it harsh, Elaida would. She had no doubt the result would have been much worse, then. “Her good graces? Teslyn, she humiliated us for no more reason than to show the others that she could. She sent us to this fly-ridden hole as far from everything important as she could, short of the other side of the Aryth Ocean, ambassadors to a queen with less power than a dozen of her own nobles, any one of whom could snatch the throne from her tomorrow if they could be bothered to. And you want to wheedle your way back into Elaida’s favor?”
“She do be the Amyrlin Seat.” Teslyn touched the letter with the page lying atop it, moving the sheets a bit this way then a bit that, as if framing her thoughts. “Remaining silent for a time did let her know we are no lapdogs, but remaining silent too long could be seen as treason.”
Joline sniffed. “Ridiculous! When they’re returned they’ll only be punished for running away, and now for pretending to be full sisters.” Her mouth tightened. They were both guilty there, and those who allowed them to, as well, but it made a sharp difference when one of them claimed her own Ajah. By the time the Green Ajah finished with Elayne for that, it would be a very chastened young woman indeed who took the throne of Andor. Though it might be best if Elayne secured the Lion Throne first. Her training had to be completed, either way. Joline did not intend to see Elayne lost to the Tower, whatever she had done.
“Do no forget joining with the rebels.”
“Light, Teslyn, they were probably scooped up just like the girls the rebels took out of the Tower. Does it really matter a whit whether they begin mucking out stalls tomorrow or next year?” That was surely as much as the novices and Accepted with the rebels would have to face. “Even the Ajahs can wait to have them in hand, really. It is not as if they aren’t safe. They are Accepted, after all, and they certainly seem content to stay where we can reach them whenever we choose. I say, let us sit where Elaida put us, and continue to fold our hands and hold our tongues. Until she asks nicely to find out what we are doing.” She did not say that she was prepared to wait until Elaida found herself deposed as Siuan had been. The Hall surely would not put up with the bullying and bungling forever, but Teslyn was Red, after all, and would not appreciate hearing that.
“I suppose there do be no urgency,” Teslyn said slowly, the unspoken “but” all but shouting itself.
Drawing a ball-footed chair to the table with another flow of Air, Joline settled herself to convincing her companion that silence remained the best policy. Still a child, was she? If she had her way, Elaida would not get so much as a word out of Ebou Dar until she begged for it.
 Abruptly the scream was a loud choking rasp instead, and she convulsed, shaking from wrists to ankles, then collapsed in silence. Wide-open eyes stared sightlessly at the cobwebbed basement ceiling.
Giving vent to curses was irrational, but Falion could have turned the air as blue as any stableman. Not for the first time she wished she had Temaile here instead of Ispan. Questions were answered eagerly for Temaile, and nobody died until she was ready. Of course, Temaile enjoyed the work entirely too much, but that was beside the point.
Channeling once more, Falion gathered the woman’s clothes from the filthy floor and dropped them atop the body. The red leather belt fell off, and she snatched it up by hand and slapped it back onto the pile. Perhaps she should have used other methods, but straps and pincers and hot irons were so . . . messy. “Leave the body in an alley somewhere. Slit the throat so it looks as if she was robbed. You can keep the coins in her purse.”
The two men squatting on their heels against the stone wall exchanged looks. Arnin and Nad might have been brothers by their appearance, all black hair and beady eyes and scars, with more muscles than any three men could need, but they did have sufficient brains to carry out simple orders. Usually. “Forgiveness, Mistress,” Arnin said hesitantly, “but no one will believe—”
“Do as you are told!” she snapped, channeling to haul him to his feet and slam him back against the stones. His head bounced, yet that surely could do him no damage.
Nad rushed to the table, babbling, “Yes, Mistress. As you command, Mistress.” When she released Arnin, he did not babble, but he staggered over without any more objections to help gather up the body like so much rubbish and carry it out. Well, it was so much rubbish, now. She regretted the outburst. Letting temper take control was irrational. It did seem to be effective at times, though. After all these years, that still surprised her.
“Moghedien, she will not like this,” Ispan said as soon as the men had gone. The blue and green beads that were worked into her many slim black braids clacked as she shook her head. She had remained in the shadows the whole time, in a corner, with a small ward woven so she could not hear.
Falion managed not to glare. Ispan was the last companion she would have chosen for herself. She was Blue, or had been. Perhaps she still was. Falion did not really think herself any less White Ajah because she had joined the Black. Blues were too fervent, tying emotion around what should be viewed with utter dispassion. Rianna, another White, would have been her choice. Though the woman did have odd, unsound notions on several points of logic. “Moghedien has forgotten us, Ispan. Or have you received some private word from her? In any case, I am convinced this cache does not exist.”
“Moghedien, she says that it does.” Ispan began firmly, but her voice quickly grew warm. “A store of angreal, and sa’angreal, and ter’angreal. We will have some part of them. Angreal of our very own, Falion. Perhaps even sa’angreal. She has promised.”
“Moghedien was wrong.” Falion watched shock widen the other woman’s eyes. The Chosen were only people.
Learning that lesson had stunned Falion too, but some refused to learn. The Chosen were vastly stronger, infinitely more knowledgeable, and quite possibly they had already received the reward of immortality, but by all evidence they schemed and fought each other as hard as two Murandians with one blanket.
Ispan’s shock quickly gave way to anger. “There are others looking. Would they all look for nothing? There are Friends of the Dark looking; they must have been sent by others of the Chosen. If the Chosen look, can you still say there is nothing?” She would not see. If a thing could not be found, the most obvious reason was that it was not there.
Falion waited. Ispan was not stupid, only awestruck, and Falion did believe in making people teach themselves what they should already be aware of. Lazy minds needed to be exercised.
Ispan paced, swishing her skirts and frowning at the dust and old cobwebs. “This place smells. And it is filthy!”  The glow surrounded her for a moment; a flow squashed the beetle with a popping sound. Making a face, Ispan wiped her hands on her skirts as if she had used them instead of the Power. She had a delicate stomach, though fortunately not when she could remove herself from the actual deed. “I will not report the failure to one of the Chosen, Falion. She would make us envy Liandrin, yes?”
Falion did not quite shiver. She did, however, cross the basement and pour herself a cup of plum punch. The plums had been old, and the punch was too sweet, but her hands remained steady. Fear of Moghedien was perfectly sensible, but yielding to fear was not. Perhaps the woman was dead. Surely she would have summoned them by now else, or snatched them sleeping into Tel’aran’rhiod again to tell her why they had not yet carried out her commands. Until she saw a body, though, the only logical choice was to continue as if Moghedien would appear any moment. “There is a way.”
“How? Put every Wise Woman in Ebou Dar to the question? How many are there? A hundred? Two hundred perhaps? The sisters in the Tarasin Palace, they would notice this, I think.”
“Forget your dreams of owning a sa’angreal, Ispan. There is no long-hidden storehouse, no secret basement beneath a palace.” Falion spoke in cool, measured tones, perhaps more measured the more agitated Ispan became. She had always enjoyed mesmerizing a class of novices with the sound of her voice. “Almost all of the Wise Women are wilders, highly unlikely to know what we wish to learn. No wilder has ever been found keeping an angreal, much less a sa’angreal, and they surely would have been found. On the contrary, by every record, a wilder who discovers any object tied to the Power rids herself of it as soon as possible, for fear of attracting the wrath of the White Tower. Women who are put out of the Tower, on the other hand, seem not to have the same fear. As you well know, when they are searched before leaving, fully one in three has secreted something about her person, an actual object of the Power or something she believes is one. Of the few Wise Women who qualify at present, Callie was the perfect choice. When she was put out four years ago, she tried to steal a small ter’angreal.  And she tried to discover all the other novices’ secrets, succeeding more often than not. If there was even a single angreal in Ebou Dar, not to speak of a vast storehouse, do you think she could have been four years here without locating it?”
“I do wear the shawl, Falion,” Ispan said with extraordinary asperity. “And I do know all of that as well as you. You said there was another way. What way?” She simply would not apply her brain.
“What would please Moghedien as greatly as the cache?” Ispan simply stared at her, tapping her foot. “Nynaeve al’Meara, Ispan. Moghedien abandoned us to go chasing after her, but obviously she escaped somehow. If we give Nynaeve—and the Trakand girl, for that matter—to Moghedien, she would forgive us a hundred sa’angreal.” Which clearly demonstrated that the Chosen could be irrational, of course. It was best, of course, to be extremely careful with those who were both irrational and more powerful than you. Ispan was not more powerful.
“We should have killed her as I wanted, when she first appeared,” she spat. Waving her hands, she stalked up and down, grime crunching loudly beneath her slippers. “Yes, yes, I know. Our sisters in the palace, they might have become suspicious. We do not wish to draw their eyes. But have you forgotten Tanchico? And Tear? Where those two girls appear, disaster follows. Me, I think if we cannot kill them, we should remain as far from Nynaeve al’Meara and Elayne Trakand as we can. As far as we can!”
“Calm yourself, Ispan. Calm yourself.” If anything, Falion’s soothing tone only seemed to agitate the other woman more, but Falion was confident. Logic must prevail over emotion.
Sitting on an upended barrel in the sparse coolness of a narrow, shaded alley, he studied the house across the busy street. Suddenly he realized he was touching his head again. He did not have a headache, but his head felt . . . peculiar . . . sometimes. Most often when he thought of what he could not remember.
Three stories of white plaster, the house belonged to a goldsmith who supposedly was being visited by two friends she had met on a journey north some years ago. The friends had only been glimpsed on arrival and not seen since. Finding that out had been easy, finding out they were Aes Sedai only a trifle more difficult.
A lean young man in a torn vest, whistling his way down the street with no good on his mind, paused when he glimpsed him sitting on the barrel. His coat and his location in the shadows—and the rest of him, he admitted ruefully—probably looked tempting. He reached under his coat. His hands no longer possessed the strength or flexibility for swordwork, but the two long knives he had carried for well over thirty years had surprised more than one swordsman. Maybe something showed in his eyes, because the lean young man thought better of it and whistled his way on.
Beside the house, the gate that led back to the goldsmith’s stable swung open, and two burly men appeared pushing a barrow piled high with soiled straw and muck. What were they up to? Arnin and Nad were hardly the lads to be mucking out stables.
He would stay here until dark, he decided, then see whether he could find Carridin’s pretty little killer again.
Once again he pulled his hand down from his head. Sooner or later, he would remember. He did not have much time left, but it was all he did have. He remembered that much.


What is Angular?
Angular is a TypeScript-based open-source web application framework.
What is the difference between Angular and AngularJS?
While AngularJS had the concept of scope or controllers, there is no such concept in Angular. Angular is based on TypeScript whereas AngularJS is based on JavaScript. Angular provides mobile support whereas AngularJS does not. Angular uses components & directives whereas AngularJS uses more of an MVC approach.
What are the advantages of using Angular?
- Two-way data binding provides increased responsiveness.
- Angular uses independent components which provide for reusability & independent testing.
- It provides code consistency as all components follow the same structure.
- Modules provide lazy loading & reusability.
What is a component in Angular?
A component is a view, similar to the view that we have in MVC architectures. It will consist of template(HTML) + class (properties,methods written in Typescript) and metadata (some extra information). For more information refer
here.
What is a module in Angular?
A module in Angular is a group of components, directives, services, etc. Every Angular app has a root module, conventionally named AppModule, which provides the bootstrap mechanism that launches the application. An app typically contains many functional modules. Modules are decorated with @NgModule. Do not confuse with the term module in Angular with the term module in TypeScript or JavaScript. To avoid confusion, we distinguish between them as JavaScript modules and NgModules. In JavaScript, modules are individual files with JavaScript code in them.
What are directives in Angular?
Directives modify your DOM. There are three types of directives in Angular.
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Components
The templates in components structure your DOM.
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Structural directives
These change the layout of the DOM. For example - ngIf & ngElse. These always begin with an asterisk ‘*’.
- Attribute directives
These are directives that change the appearance or behavior of a DOM element. For example, ngStyle.
To understand Modules, Components, & Directives with examples, visit
here.
What are decorators in Angular?
Decorators are functions that modify JavaScript classes. These help to add metadata to classes. Angular defines a number of decorators that attach specific kinds of metadata to classes so that Angular can configure their behavior. For example- @Component defines classes as components.
What are pipes in Angular?
Pipes are used for transforming or formatting your data. There are many in-built pipes that Angular provides. You can create your own custom pipes too. For more information & examples on how to use pipes, refer
here.
What is data binding in Angular?
Data binding refers to coordination between component & its template to display data.
There are four types of data binding in Angular:,
Interpolation
This is used to display component properties in the view.
The expression to be displayed is written in double curly braces as below,
{{employee.employeeId}}
This expression refers to the employeeId property of the employee class.
Property Binding
In this our HTML element properties depend upon component properties. For example,
<img =’employee.imageUrl’ [title]=’employee.employeeName’/>
Event Binding
The above two types are used to pass value from the component to the DOM. Event binding is used to pass value from the DOM to the component.
Two-way data binding
As the name suggests, this provides the binding from component to DOM and vice versa. In this, the value in the view and the model is the same at all times. This is two-way binding.
Learn more about data binding
here.
What is the difference between interface & class in Angular?
Interfaces are a feature of typescript. There is no such concept in JavaScript. The advantage of using interfaces is that it provides a compile-time checking of the data structure. For example, I can create an interface of type Employee with certain properties. Later on, if some service returns an array of Employee, we will get compile time checking for the properties. Now, why don’t we use classes in this case, instead of interfaces? As mentioned earlier, there is no concept of interfaces in JavaScript. So, no transpiled code is created when interfaces are used. But if classes are used, a lot of JavaScript code is generated.
For more information, refer
here.
Explain Angular Architecture
Angular consists of different modules. The root module usually called the AppModule is the starting point of the application. It may import functionality from other feature modules. A module in Angular consists of components, directives, services, etc. The template along with metadata & component forms the view. The template and component interact with each other using data binding. The different directives modify the structure of the DOM. Services provide data to the component.
What is content projection in Angular?
When we create nested elements or components in a component then that is called content projection. eg. when if write <app-employee></app-employee> in our component view, the employee component will be displayed.
Describe Angular Component Lifecycle.
Angular components come with Lifecycle hooks which can be thought of as different stages in the lifecycle of an angular component. The following are the lifecycle hooks that are called once Angular creates a component by calling its constructor.
- ngOnChanges() - This is called when Angular sets or resets its input fields.
- ngOnInit() - Initializes the component after ngOnChanges() is called.
- ngDoCheck() - This is called when change detection runs to check for changes to component properties.
- ngAfterContentInit() - This is called when Angular projects external content into the view for eg, for nested components.
- ngAfterContentChecked() - This occurs after Angular checks the content projected.
- ngAfterViewInit - This is called after the component and its child views have been initialized.
- ngAfterViewChecked - Called after Angular checks the components views and child views.
- ngOnDestroy - Cleanup before Angular destroys the directive.
A detailed explanation can be found
here.
Why should we not initialize our components in a constructor?
The best place to initialize your components is in the ngOnInit lifecycle hook and not the constructor because only at this point have any input property bindings been processed. The reason we use ngOnInit and not ngOnChanges to initialize a component is that ngOnInit is only called once whereas ngOnChanges is called for every change to the input properties.
For more information refer
here.


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Start with the "Review" tab, plot 13, which shows (at the bottom) the vertical wind. Use "brush" to zoom to problems. Look for general consistency with past projects and a reasonable mean wind. Plot 17 shows the comparison between the measured AKRD and the prediction for zero wind (AOAREF); these should be in reasonable agreement except in cases with significant vertical wind.
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Also under "Past Projects" -> "PSXC", see the "hydrostatic-eq check" tab; measurements should be consistent to within a few hPa.


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BLUE CHIPS A film review by Scott Renshaw Copyright 1994 Scott Renshaw
Starring: Nick Nolte, Mary McDonnell, J. T. Walsh, Anfernee "Penny" Hardaway, Shaquille O'Neal, Matt Nover. Screenplay: Ron Shelton. Director: William Friedkin.
There may be only one thing in this world that I know better than movies, and that would be college basketball. For every two hours that I spend in a theater, I probably spend four in a gym or watching hoops on television. I spent a lot of time in BLUE CHIPS picking on the details, but that wasn't only because I felt I knew the details; it was also because there isn't all that much detail to be found. BLUE CHIPS is a morality play drawn in big broad strokes, with a message that can be summarized in two words: "Cheating *bad*."
Set at a fictional California institution called Western University, BLUE CHIPS stars Nick Nolte as Pete Bell, head basketball coach at Western. Two championship banners hang in the rafters from Bell's tenure, but a point shaving scandal three years back has tarnished the program's reputation and resulted in fewer prime recruits. In an effort to turn around a losing team, Bell tries to bring in three potential stars: Chicago guard Butch McRae Anfernee "Penny" Hardaway); Indiana farm kid Ricky Roe (Matt Nover); and untrained physical specimen Neon Bodeaux (Shaquille O'Neal). Standing in the way is Bell's sense of ethics, since it appears that he'll need to break recruiting rules and pay off the athletes to get them to Western, a dilemma which doesn't seem to trouble a wealthy alum (J. T. Walsh).
The problem facing BLUE CHIPS from the outset is a tone bordering on the terminally naive. Screenwriter Ron Shelton (BULL DURHAM, WHITE MEN CAN'T JUMP) approaches the subject of big money in collegiate athletics as though he were the one blowing the whistle on it. "Can you believe this?" he seems to be saying. "It's not just a game any more!" The film revels in self-congratulatory outrage, leaving its characters to founder undeveloped.  J. T. Walsh plays Happy, the fat-cat athletic booster, as an absurd stereotype, and Mary McDonnell plays Bell's ex-wife as a recycled version of her spirited ex from SNEAKERS. There is the potential for an interesting conflict when O'Neal's Bodeaux exhibits a reluctance to buy in to the same ethic as his teammates, but Shelton and director William Friedkin seem reluctant to give any of the novice actor-athletes too much to say. They also seem unwilling to ask any of the hard questions about collegiate athletes, such as whether or not they actually deserve some sort of compensation. Every choice is the obvious one and the wrong one, right down to an awful "conscience" voiceover during the climactic game.
BLUE CHIPS could have saved itself by getting its basketball right, but there are a basket full of problems there as well. The on-court action is fairly bland, and photographed from all the wrong angles. Friedkin makes no particular effort to make the setting seem collegiate, with crowd shots focusing on politely cheering alumni. However, two gaffes particularly irked me. In the first game, with the margin twenty points in the last minute, every seat in the stand was still filled; I suppose it would have been tricky telling half the crowd to leave when rumor has it that tickets for the filming were being scalped for $100. Then, in the final game, the crowd reaction comes far too slowly given the result, and doesn't seem remotely authentic. It's too bad Shelton couldn't have brought the same feel to the hardwood that he brought to BULL DURHAM's dugout.
There are a few things to like about BLUE CHIPS. Nolte is perfectly cast as a coach, and O'Neal and Hardaway are pleasant surprises. I was also amused by the inclusion of ousted coaches Lou Campanelli and Jerry Tarkanian among the gaggle of competitors pursuing Bell's prized recruits. They are, however, small consolation. BLUE CHIPS' puffed-up indignance wears thin quickly.
On the Renshaw scale of 0 to 10 blue chip recruits: 3.
-- Scott Renshaw Stanford University Office of the General Counsel
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Getting Started
Stacking It¶
To get the GrovePi up and running we first need to attach the GrovePi to the RaspberryPi. It's a very simple process where it only needs to be stacked on top the GrovePi just like with any other hat.
Before powering the Pi up, you need to make sure there's no foam sticked to the headers as that can trigger the Raspberry Pi to reboot. That's because the foam is electrically conductive and it basically shorts the pins.
In the end the GrovePi will sit on the Raspberry Pi like in the following photo.
How to Install¶
When it comes to installation there are 2 ways to do it:
- By using our pre-made image called Raspbian For Robots.
- By using a fresh Raspbian image and running our install command.
For Raspbian For Robots Image¶
The benefit of using our image is that you don't have to worry about installing the GrovePi - because it's already on it. Still after a while you will be required to run updates via the console or via our GUI app in order to get the latest.
For Manual Installation¶
On the other hand, when using a fresh Raspbian image the initial installation takes some time, but subsequent updates take way less. The disadvantage with method is that you don't get the other robots installed too, so if you don't want to use other robots from our family then this method is the preferred one.
To install the GrovePi on a fresh image of Raspbian, run the following command:
curl -kL dexterindustries.com/update_grovepi | bash
How to Update to a Newer Version¶
Regardless of how you got the GrovePi installed (manually or by getting the Raspbian For Robots image), there's only one way to update to the latest version:
curl -kL dexterindustries.com/update_grovepi | bash
As you can see it's basically the same command used for installing the library on a fresh Raspbian image.
Where Is It Installed¶
Upon installing the GrovePi or getting our flavored image the GrovePi library can be found in /home/pi/Dexter/GrovePi
directory.
The /home/pi/Dexter/GrovePi
is a mirrored version of our GitHub repository of the master branch.
What I2C Bus to Use¶
By default, the GrovePi library is set to use the RPI_1SW
bus, which is a software implementation of the I2C specifically built to circumvent
the issues with the hardware I2C of the Raspberry Pi. It's very fast and it doesn't use much CPU time at all. We recommend using this bus, thus,
when importing the grovepi
module, you don't have to do anything.
There's also the RPI_1
, the classic HW I2C of the Raspberry Pi, which is buggy and unreliable. Reasons to use RPI_1 are rare.
In order to change the bus, presumably to RPI_1
bus, call grovepi.set_bus("RPI_1")
or grovepi.set_bus("RPI_1SW")
in case you've changed the default one.
Scratch Support¶
Scratch support comes by default with our flavored image, Raspbian For Robots, but if you find yourself to be using the classic Raspbian then you also need to run the following command after you have installed the GrovePi:
sudo bash /home/pi/Dexter/GrovePi/Script/install_scratch.sh
Community Support¶
To find out more on the GrovePi you can visit our forum and check for threads with the grovepi tag or by going to the GrovePi category.


Hi I'm Mehdi Ben Abdallah
Shuffler ?
- founders: Tim Heineke & Marcel Corso
- music overload = hard to find new relevant content
- music blogs have genre-specific relevant content
What did I work on ?
- learning RoR by correcting bugs
- python RESTful API v2
- SOAP server: Shuffler on Sonos
Why an API v2 ?
why an API v2 ?
- overload of the web application server (legacy code)
- + evolution of the data model
- + wish to open the new data to developers
- = need for a unique & up-to-date access point
API resource: channels
- channels
- GET /channels/{channel_key}
API resource: users
- GET /users/{user_id}
- favorites
- GET /users/{user_id}/favorites
- GET /users/{user_id}/favorites?track_id={track_id}
- GET /users/{user_id}/favorites/{favorite_id}
- POST /users/{user_id}/favorites
- DELETE /users/{user_id}/favorites/{favorite_id}
- subscriptions
- GET /users/{user_id}/subscriptions
- GET /users/{user_id}/subscriptions?entity={entity}
- GET /users/{user_id}/subscriptions?entity={entity}&entity_id={entity_id}
- GET /users/{user_id}/subscriptions/{subscription_id}
- POST /users/{user_id}/subscriptions
- DELETE /users/{user_id}/subscriptions/{subscription_id}
API: From v1 to v2
General approach:
- check parameters
- get cached result when available
- no cache: execute SQL request & cache result
- format & send response
why the Sonos app ?
- bring more users to the blogs
- bring the blogs to the users
- more freedom for the users on how they consume shuffler's music
How it works
Tools box
- Ruby on Rails
- SOAP support : wash_out
eg. of SOAP action mapping
Still to be done
- submit the service to sonos
Conclusion (1/2)
- Applied concepts seen at school: cache, SOAP (XML, XSD, RPC), sys admin
- Learned new technologies & concepts:
- Ruby on Rails
- fingerprinting
- profiling & benchmarking
- Agility & Scrum
- Autonomous work = Self-training
- Team work experience
- Improved english communication
Conclusion (2/2)
- API works & is live
- windows phone app uses it
- Sonos app needs DB slowness to be solved before submission
Contacts
-<EMAIL_ADDRESS>-<EMAIL_ADDRESS>- we@shuffler.fm


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SvgShapes.Mixins.SvgMixin Class
Item Index
Properties
Properties
attributeBindings
Array
private
Default: ['style']
fill
String
The fill color.
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rotate
Number
Rotate the shape.
Default: 0
size
Number
This value is used to set the height and width of the svg element. The
value is pixels (px
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Default: 10
stroke
String
The stroke color. Use this with strokeWidth
to set a border around the shape.
{{svg-triangle stroke="blue" strokeWidth="2"}}
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strokeWidth
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The stroke width. Use this with stroke
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style
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Hello, Daniel Kalu here, coding and fullstack specialist. Action speaks louder than voice, so I prefare demonstrating what I do than just talking about them. Programming is my greatest pleasure and that led me to become an pasionate Frontend Developer, UX Designer, Excellent with Node.js, Great perfomance wth Angular, Energetic in online shopping.


ETERNAL RETURN (L'Eternel Retour) (director: Jean Delannoy; screenwriter: Jean Cocteau; cinematographer: Roger Hubert; cast: Madeleine Sologne, Jean Marais, Jean Murat, Yvonne de Bray, Pierre Pieral, Jane Marken, 1943-FR.)
Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz
The influence of Cocteau is felt everywhere in this dreamlike and fluid film that opens by stating Nietsche's philosophy: that love is recurring eternally. It is an ill-fated love story about Marais and Sologne, who fall in love but who have no control over their lives. This is an updated fable of the Teutonic lovers, Tristan and Isolde.
Because the stars looked so German and blond, it made the film unpopular in Paris at the time it was shown, which was during the heart of WW11. It is now considered to be a film classic, outliving the initial rejection of it.
 Marais feels sorry for his kind uncle, and tells him he will go across the country and bring back a young and beautiful bride for him, so that he won't be lonely. He brings Sologne back, but finds that he himself has fallen in love with her.
I did not feel that there was real passion on screen between the lovers, though I could accept their love intellectually and could understand that their fate was to die next to each other... But It was the dwarf (Pieral) who towered over all the others, his malevolent role is a classic in evil, as he spies on everyone in the castle, manipulates his possessive and nasty mother, treats his drippy father with disdain, and taunts Marais.
The film satisfied my aesthetic senses. I thought it had magical qualities and enough of a brooding atmosphere to make up for my inability to be won over by Sologne's performance. She was the weak link in this otherwise forceful film.
REVIEWED ON 10/20/98 GRADE: B
Dennis Schwartz: "Ozus' World Movie Reviews"
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Xabi Alonso reveals what makes Liverpool ace Fabinho so special
Xabi Alonso has heaped praise on Fabinho and outlined what makes the Liverpool midfielder so effective.
Brazilian midfielder Fabinho has recovered from a slow start to his career at Anfield to develop into one of Jurgen Klopp’s most important players.
The 26-year-old has produced a number of eye-catching performances this season to help Liverpool storm eight points clear at the top of the Premier League and impress in Europe.
Spanish legend Alonso also impressed at Anfield, most notably starring in Liverpool’s stunning Champions League triumph in 2005, and is already a big admirer of Fabinho.
‘He is connected to the game, always. His anticipation is his greatest asset,’ Alonso told The Athletic.
‘Sometimes you only have to take one or two steps to change the movements of your team-mates and that can determine the whole outcome of the game without anyone really realising because spectators tend to follow the ball rather than the player.
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‘He’s not reacting one second later, he’s anticipating what is going to happen one second before.’
Fabinho was one of three Liverpool players who Premier League legend Alan Shearer picked out for praise following the crucial victory over defending champions Manchester City prior to the international break.
He told The Sun: ‘Let’s hear it for the Liverpool midfield. Perhaps we should call them ‘The Fab Three’.
‘This dynamic trio tend to play second fiddle to the Reds’ front line of Mo Salah, Sadio Mane and Roberto Firmino when it comes to dishing out the plaudits.
‘But it was the home side’s engine room which made the real difference. Fabinho, Wijnaldum and Henderson made sure that Liverpool controlled the game.
‘They came up with all the answers and showed everything you want from a top-class midfield unit – productivity, protection, creativity and goals.’


ensure(validationDatum1[, ...validationDatumN[, options]])
Provides a complete cumulated input validation for an API endpoint. Validates multiple input arguments and consolidates eventual errors into one.
validationDatum1[, ...validationDatumN]
For each argument to be validated a validationDatum
of following stucture should be defined:
[argumentName, inputValue, ensureFunction, (options = {})];
argumentName
- Name of validated argument (used for meaningful error messaging)inputValue
- An argument value as passed to functionensureFunction
- An ensureX
function with which argument should be validated (e.g. if we're after string, then we need string/ensure)options
- Optional, extra options to be passed to ensureX
function[options]
Eventual options be passed to underlying ensureX
functions. If custom error constructor is passed with an Error
option, then cumulated error is created with this constructor.
const ensure = require("type/ensure");
const ensureString = require("type/string/ensure");
const ensureNaturalNumber = require("type/natural-number/ensure");
const resolveRepositoryIssue = (repoName, issueNumber) => {
// Validate input
[repoName, issueNumber] = ensure(
["repoName", repoName, ensureString],
["issueNumber", issueNumber, ensureNaturalNumber],
{ Error: UserError }
);
// ... logic
};


Get Async Search APIedit
Requestedit
A GetAsyncSearchRequest
allows to get a running asynchronous search task by
its id. Required arguments are the id
of a running async search:
GetAsyncSearchRequest request = new GetAsyncSearchRequest(id);
Optional argumentsedit
The following arguments can optionally be provided:
Synchronous Executionedit
Asynchronous Executionedit
The asynchronous execution of a GetAsyncSearchRequest
allows to use an
ActionListener
to be called back when the submit request returns:
The asynchronous method does not block and returns immediately. Once it is
completed the ActionListener
is called back using the onResponse
method
if the execution successfully completed or using the onFailure
method if
it failed.
A typical listener for AsyncSearchResponse
looks like:
Responseedit
The returned AsyncSearchResponse
allows to retrieve information about the executed
operation as follows:
response.getSearchResponse(); response.getId(); response.isPartial(); response.isRunning(); response.getStartTime(); response.getExpirationTime(); response.getFailure();
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According to Huawei’s official mall information, Huawei Mate X 5G foldable phone will commence sales at 10:08 am on November 15 (Tomorrow). However, Huawei Mall limits the sale to the 8GB + 512GB version and the price is 16999 yuan ($2421).
Huawei Mate X uses a foldable display that uses an eagle-wing folding scheme. It can be expanded up to 8 inches. It also has the option of becoming a 6.6-inch or a 6.38-inch display. The 6-inch+ display can be handed with one hand and the body thickness is only 5.4mm. In the core configuration, Huawei Mate X comes with Huawei’s first 7nm 5G multimode chip Balong 5000 + Kirin 980. However, subsequent batches upgrade the chip to Kirin 990 5G. This smartphone also uses a 4500 mAh in-built battery which supports 55W super fast charge. It can deliver up to 85% in 30 minutes. Furthermore, this 5G smartphone also supports the 4G network.
In the camera configuration, this device comes with a triple camera setup. It uses a 40MP super-sensing camera (27mm) f/1.8, an 8MP telephoto lens (80mm) f/2.4 which supports OIS optical anti-shake and a 16MP super wide-angle lens (17mm) f/2.2. Its 3D depth sensor supports professional-grade blur effects. Mate X’s lens supports ISO 204800 ultra-high sensitivity, 45x zoom range (ultra wide-angle -3x optical – 30x digital), 2.5cm super macro shooting, and OIS + AIS super anti-shake.


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This is a small jQuery plugin that helps you improve the user experience regarding the use of multiple cross selects.
It is very easy to install and can be easily customized because it has callbaks for many events, such as :
It also has a sort function that can be defined in order of your needs for each multiple select.
You can fully customize it via CSS, you can extend it and have as many multi selects as you want on the page.
| Name | type | default | description |
|---|---|---|---|
| right | string jQuery selector |
rightselect_id _to |
The select where the options are moved to |
| rightSelected | string jQuery selector |
rightselect_id _rightSelected |
The button that moves selected options from left to right |
| rightAll | string jQuery selector |
rightselect_id _rightAll |
The button that moves all options from left to right |
| leftSelected | string jQuery selector |
rightselect_id _leftSelected |
The button that moves selected options from right to left |
| leftAll | string jQuery selector |
rightselect_id _leftAll |
The button that moves all options from right to left |
| startUp | function or false |
remove from left all options that are present in right |
Whatever you want to do with $left and $right elements when the rightselect plugin is initialised |
| sort | function or false |
sort options alphabetically |
Will sort options when an action happend into right or left elements. |
| beforeMoveToRight | function |
return true |
Whatever you want to do with $left , $right and option[s] elements before they are moved to right.
Keep in mind that this function must return a boolean value.true will let the action to be performed.false will stop the action
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| moveToRight | function |
return self |
If you want to define your own moveToRight functionality you can do this by defining moveToRight: function(rightselect, options, event, silent, skipStack) { ... } .
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| afterMoveToRight | function |
no action |
Whatever you want to do with $left , $right and option[s] elements after they are moved to right.
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| beforeMoveToLeft | function |
return true |
Whatever you want to do with $left , $right and option[s] elements before they are moved to left.
Keep in mind that this function must return a boolean value.true will let the action to be performed.false will stop the action
|
| moveToLeft | function |
return self |
If you want to define your own moveToLeft functionality you can do this by defining moveToLeft: function(rightselect, options, event, silent, skipStack) { ... } ..
|
| afterMoveToLeft | function |
no action |
Whatever you want to do with $left , $right and option[s] elements after they are moved to left.
|
| keepRenderingSort | boolean |
false |
When you want to keep options sorted as they was rendered, keepRenderingSort must be true .When keepRenderingSort is true , sort function will be ignored.
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| submitAllLeft | boolean |
true |
When you don’t want to send all options from the left side to server, submitAllLeft must be false .
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| submitAllRight | boolean |
true |
When you don’t want to send all options from the right side to server, submitAllRight must be false .
|
| search | Object |
null |
When you want to have search fields for left and right elements you can do this by providing following value:search_left: 'true', search_right: 'true',When you want to have search field only for left element you can do this by providing following value:search_left: 'true' |
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Tommy Fleetwood wins Nedbank Golf Challenge in play-off
| Nedbank Golf Challenge, Gary Player Country Club, Sun City: Final Leaderboard |
|---|
| -12 T Fleetwood (Eng), M Kinhult (Swe) (Fleetwood wins on first extra hole) |
| -8 J Scrivener (Aus), B Wiesberger (Aut), T Detry (Bel); -7 L Westwood (Eng), L Oosthuizen (SA); -6 B MacIntyre (Sco), Z Lombard (SA) |
| Selected others: -4 M Fitzpatrick (Eng); -2 H Stenson (Swe); -1 P Harrington (Ire); +2 O Wilson (Eng); +3 I Poulter (Eng); +7 E Els (SA) |
| Full leaderboard |
Tommy Fleetwood beat Marcus Kinhult in a play-off to win the Nedbank Golf Challenge at Sun City in South Africa.
Fleetwood started the final round six shots off the lead but carded a seven-under 65 to finish on 12 under par, which Swede Kinhult matched with a 68.
The Englishman, who had three eagles during his round, then made a brilliant par on the first extra hole to win.
It was the 28-year-old's first victory since January 2018 and moved him up to second in the Race to Dubai.
That last victory came as he defended the Abu Dhabi Invitational in January 2018. Since then, Fleetwood has had three runners-up finishes, including at the 2018 US Open to Brooks Koepka, and at this year's Open to Shane Lowry at Royal Portrush.
"It's really, really cool when you win a tournament," he told Sky Sports. "And it's great for the people who go on the journey with you."
Fleetwood's 65 was three shots better than anyone else on Sunday and in the play-off he produced a magnificent up-and-down to ensure his par beat Kinhult's bogey to take home the largest monetary prize on the European Tour - $2.5m (£1.93m).
He is now second behind Austria's Bernd Wiesberger in the Race to Dubai standings, with only one event to go - the DP World Tour Championship in Dubai.
The Ryder Cup player is chasing his second victory in that, having won it in 2017.
"It's an absolute privilege to have a chance of winning the Race to Dubai," added Fleetwood. "It's one of the things I'm most proud of in my career.
"I will start thinking about next week down the line. But I'm happy for the challenge. I may play terribly but I feel very ready."
The tournament winner in Dubai next Sunday will receive $3m (£2.32m), and the overall winner of the Race to Dubai will get an extra $2m from a bonus pool of $5m, which will be shared out between the top five in the final standings.
| European Tour Race to Dubai standings (ahead of season-ending DP World Tour Championship): | |
|---|---|
| 1. Bernd Wiesberger (Aut) | 4802.4 points |
| 2. Tommy Fleetwood (Eng) | 4079.8 |
| 3. Jon Rahm (Spa) | 3898.3 |
| 4. Shane Lowry (Ire) | 3613.8 |
| 5. Matthew Fitzpatrick (Eng) | 3320.9 |
MacIntyre leads the way to be Rookie of the Year
Wiesberger ended in a tie for third alongside Jason Scrivener of Australia and Thomas Detry of Belgium, but four shots adrift of Fleetwood and Kinhult.
The 34-year-old, from Vienna, dropped three shots in his final four holes to slip out of contention.
England's Lee Westwood finished joint sixth, while Scotland's Robert MacIntyre hit an excellent 68 to follow his 65 on Saturday to end in a tie for eighth, his seventh top-10 finish in his debut season on the European Tour.
It also meant the 23-year-old leapfrogged Kurt Kitayama of the USA in the race for the Tour's prestigious Rookie of the Year title.
"Winning the Rookie of the Year would mean everything," he said. "That would be unbelievable."
Overnight leader Zander Lombard of South Africa finished alongside MacIntyre after finishing with a five-over 77.


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element to cite your source and you'll get an em dash —
before it for styling purposes.
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To float your blockquote to the right, add class="styled pull-right"
:
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Tables are automatically styled with only a few borders to ensure readability and maintain structure. With 2.0, the class="table"
class is required.
| # | First Name | Last Name | Username |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Mark | Otto | @mdo |
| 2 | Jacob | Thornton | @fat |
| 3 | Larry | the Bird |
Get a little fancy with your tables by adding zebra-striping—just add the class="table table-striped"
class.
Note: Striped tables use the :nth-child
CSS selector and is not available in IE7-IE8.
| # | First Name | Last Name | Username |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Mark | Otto | @mdo |
| 2 | Jacob | Thornton | @fat |
| 3 | Larry | the Bird |
Add borders around the entire table and rounded corners for aesthetic purposes class="table table-bordered"
.
| # | First Name | Last Name | Username |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Mark | Otto | @mdo |
| Mark | Otto | @TwBootstrap | |
| 2 | Jacob | Thornton | @fat |
| 3 | Larry the Bird |
Make your tables more compact by adding the class="table table-condensed"
class to cut table cell padding in half.
| # | First Name | Last Name | Username |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Mark | Otto | @mdo |
| 2 | Jacob | Thornton | @fat |
| 3 | Larry the Bird |
Create responsive tables by wrapping any .table
in .table-responsive
to make them scroll horizontally up to small devices (under 768px). When viewing on anything larger than 768px wide, you will not see any difference in these tables.
| # | Table heading | Table heading | Table heading | Table heading | Table heading | Table heading |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell |
| 2 | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell |
| 3 | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell | Table cell |
Feel free to combine any of the table classes to achieve different looks by utilizing any of the available classes .
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|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Mark | Otto | @mdo |
| 2 | Jacob | Thornton | @fat |
| 3 | Larry the Bird |
Simply add the class magnific-gallery to the parent container like the example below.
Simply add the class magnific to the parent container like the example below plus the class video in the href .


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| FacebookShare | Implementation for posting an article to the user's Facebook "wall". |
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| LoadPage | The URL for a given WebView is loaded here. |
| MediaTab | The media tab contains two buttons selection, "Video" and "Podcast". |
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We have a triangle of two reflecting straight lines and a reflecting circle arc.
How do we map a point into this triangle ?
The straight lines generate a dihedral group.
This group generates images of the circle arc.
They make a polygon around the center of the image.
Inside the polygon the dihedral symmetry maps any point into the triangle.
How do we map a point into this polygon ?
Use inversions at the circles.
At which circle ?
Use "ray tracing": Draw a straight line from the center to the point and take the circle that intersects first with this line.
Repeat until the point is inside the polygon.
Choose the rotational symmetries:
| center   | |
| left | |
| right |
showing:
sum of angles = o
Results:
Periodic image for a sum of exactly 180o.
Decoration of elliptic space for more than 180o.
(Stereographic projections of repeating patterns on a sphere.)
Periodic pattern in hyperbolic space for less than 180o.
(Zoom in at the border of the Poincaré disc representation.)
Rapid convergence of the iterated mapping:
The distance between points and the boundary of the Poincaré disc increases nearly exponentially with the number of circle inversions.


Photography
Contrast and color, motion and stillness, variation and monotony: all work together for the best imagery. My photography is always a work in progress, a constant striving to be better.
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Design and content ©2011 Christopher Krycho. More info here.


@(form: Form[_root_.forms.PersonalDetailsForm.Data])(implicit messages: Messages)
@import helpers.CSRFieldConstructor._
@import views.html.widgets.yesNoRadioWithTogglePanel
@yesNoRadioWithTogglePanel(form("civilServiceExperienceDetails.fastPassReceived"),
'id -> "civilServiceExperienceDetails.fastPassReceived",
'_label -> "Did you receive a Fast Pass?") {
If you've completed the Summer Diversity Internship Programme (SDIP) this year and have received a Fast Pass you don't need to complete the online tests.
@helper.inputText(form("civilServiceExperienceDetails.certificateNumber"),
'id -> "civilServiceExperienceDetails.certificateNumber",
'_label -> "Enter your certificate number",
'_help -> "You can find this at the top of the certificate",
'class -> "form-control form-control-1-3 med-btm-margin",
'_showConstraints -> false)
}


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WOMAN OF DESIRE A Film Review Copyright Dragan Antulov 1999
Among multitude of erotic thrillers, that had been released in the early 1990s, WOMAN OF DESIRE is interesting only because it was directed by Robert Ginty, star of the B-grade action films of the previous decade. Those who tend not to be nostalgic about 1980s can find very good reason in the type of movies that made Ginty the star. As director, Ginty did very little to improve that impression.
The protagonist of the movie is Jack (played by Jeff Fahey), yacht skipper that falls madly in love with Christina Ford (played by Bo Derek). However, she has relationship with rich and powerful Jonathan Ashby (Steven Bauer). One stormy night, the tragedy occurs and Jack is accused of rape and murder. However, his good friend Walter J. Hill (Robert Mitchum) happens to be very good lawyer, so Jack might even prove his innocence in the end.
Belonging more to the genre of courtroom drama than erotic thriller, WOMAN OF DESIRE distinguishes itself from similar films by having almost all characters behaving like total idiots. Unfortunately, this film isn't comedy and any laugh is unintentional. The characters are totally antipathetic and irritating and soon we stop caring what would happen to them. The actors that play them don't help either.  His partner Bo Derek, on the other hand, shows that she didn't age enough to cease being the sex goddess, but that is small compensation for her apparent lack of acting talents. Ginty, on the other hand, tries to bring some life in the movie by using many flashbacks and strange angles of shooting, but in the end it gets only irritating to the already bored and dissatisfied viewer.
RATING: 2/10 (-)
Review written on May 17th 1999
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Appland is completely creative, lightweight, clean & super responsive app landing page.
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Appland is completely creative, lightweight, clean & super responsive app landing page.
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Appland is completely creative, lightweight, clean & super responsive app landing page.
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Appland is completely creative, lightweight, clean & super responsive app landing page.
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A simple Pie chart that shows off the label sticks to good effect. As far as the Pie chart itself goes there's not a whole lot to it - the tooltips and labels both use the same array (which is defined just above the chart itself).
The shadow is turned off (set to a transparent color) and the stroke color is also set to
transparent. The Pie chart also uses the roundRobin
animation effect.
With smaller screens the labels are disabled and a key is used instead. This takes up a little extra space so that the chart fits better in the available space.
The tooltips have been customised using formatted tooltips and the tooltipsCss
property.
<script src="RGraph.common.core.js"></script> <script src="RGraph.common.dynamic.js"></script> <script src="RGraph.common.tooltips.js"></script> <script src="RGraph.pie.js"></script>Put this where you want the chart to show up:
<div> <canvas id="cvs" width="350" height="250">[No canvas support]</canvas> </div>This is the code that generates the chart - it should be placed AFTER the
canvas
tag(s):