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| 1 | /* | |
| 2 | * Copyright 2008 The Closure Compiler Authors. | |
| 3 | * | |
| 4 | * Licensed under the Apache License, Version 2.0 (the "License"); | |
| 5 | * you may not use this file except in compliance with the License. | |
| 6 | * You may obtain a copy of the License at | |
| 7 | * | |
| 8 | * http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0 | |
| 9 | * | |
| 10 | * Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software | |
| 11 | * distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS, | |
| 12 | * WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied. | |
| 13 | * See the License for the specific language governing permissions and | |
| 14 | * limitations under the License. | |
| 15 | */ | |
| 16 | ||
| 17 | package com.google.javascript.jscomp.graph; | |
| 18 | ||
| 19 | import static com.google.common.base.Preconditions.checkNotNull; | |
| 20 | import static java.util.Comparator.comparing; | |
| 21 | ||
| 22 | import java.util.ArrayList; | |
| 23 | import java.util.Collections; | |
| 24 | import java.util.Comparator; | |
| 25 | import java.util.Iterator; | |
| 26 | import java.util.List; | |
| 27 | ||
| 28 | /** | |
| 29 | * Annotates the graph with a color in a way that no connected node will have | |
| 30 | * the same color. Nodes of the same color can then be partitioned together and | |
| 31 | * be represented by a super node. This class will merely annotate the nodes | |
| 32 | * with a color using {@link GraphNode#setAnnotation(Annotation)} and provide | |
| 33 | * a node to super node mapping with {@link #getPartitionSuperNode(Object)}. The | |
| 34 | * given graph itself will not be modified. | |
| 35 | * | |
| 36 | *
This algorithm is NOT deterministic by default. Passes that | |
| 37 | * requires deterministic output should provide a {@code Comparator} in the | |
| 38 | * constructor as a tie-breaker. This tie-break will be used when deciding | |
| 39 | * which node should be colored first when multiple nodes have the same degree. | |
| 40 | * | |
| 41 | * @param <N> Value type that the graph node stores. | |
| 42 | * @param <E> Value type that the graph edge stores. | |
| 43 | */ | |
| 44 | public abstract class GraphColoring<N, E> { | |
| 45 | // Maps a color (represented by an integer) to a variable. If, for example, | |
| 46 | // the color 5 is mapped to "foo". Then any other variables colored with the | |
| 47 | // color 5 will now use the name "foo". | |
| 48 | protected N[] colorToNodeMap; | |
| 49 | protected final AdjacencyGraph<N, E> graph; | |
| 50 | ||
| 51 | public GraphColoring(AdjacencyGraph<N, E> graph) { | |
| 52 |
1
1. |
this.graph = graph; |
| 53 | } | |
| 54 | ||
| 55 | /** | |
| 56 | * Annotates the graph with {@link Color} objects using | |
| 57 | * {@link GraphNode#setAnnotation(Annotation)}. | |
| 58 | * | |
| 59 | * @return The number of unique colors need. | |
| 60 | */ | |
| 61 | public abstract int color(); | |
| 62 | ||
| 63 | /** | |
| 64 | * Using the coloring as partitions, finds the node that represents that | |
| 65 | * partition as the super node. The first to retrieve its partition will | |
| 66 | * become the super node. | |
| 67 | */ | |
| 68 | public N getPartitionSuperNode(N node) { | |
| 69 |
2
1. getPartitionSuperNode : replaced call to com/google/common/base/Preconditions::checkNotNull with argument → SURVIVED 2. getPartitionSuperNode : removed call to com/google/common/base/Preconditions::checkNotNull → SURVIVED |
checkNotNull(colorToNodeMap, "No coloring founded. color() should be called first."); |
| 70 |
2
1. getPartitionSuperNode : removed call to com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/AdjacencyGraph::getNode → KILLED 2. getPartitionSuperNode : removed call to com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphNode::getAnnotation → KILLED |
Color color = graph.getNode(node).getAnnotation(); |
| 71 | N headNode = colorToNodeMap[color.value]; | |
| 72 |
3
1. getPartitionSuperNode : negated conditional → KILLED 2. getPartitionSuperNode : removed conditional - replaced equality check with false → KILLED 3. getPartitionSuperNode : removed conditional - replaced equality check with true → KILLED |
if (headNode == null) { |
| 73 | colorToNodeMap[color.value] = node; | |
| 74 |
2
1. getPartitionSuperNode : replaced return value with null for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getPartitionSuperNode → KILLED 2. getPartitionSuperNode : mutated return of Object value for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getPartitionSuperNode to ( if (x != null) null else throw new RuntimeException ) → KILLED |
return node; |
| 75 | } else { | |
| 76 |
2
1. getPartitionSuperNode : replaced return value with null for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getPartitionSuperNode → KILLED 2. getPartitionSuperNode : mutated return of Object value for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getPartitionSuperNode to ( if (x != null) null else throw new RuntimeException ) → KILLED |
return headNode; |
| 77 | } | |
| 78 | } | |
| 79 | ||
| 80 | public AdjacencyGraph<N, E> getGraph() { | |
| 81 |
2
1. getGraph : replaced return value with null for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getGraph → NO_COVERAGE 2. getGraph : mutated return of Object value for com/google/javascript/jscomp/graph/GraphColoring::getGraph to ( if (x != null) null else throw new RuntimeException ) → NO_COVERAGE |
return graph; |
| 82 | } | |
| 83 | ||
| 84 | /** The color of a node */ | |
| 85 | public static class Color implements Annotation { | |
| 86 | int value = 0; | |
| 87 | ||
| 88 | Color(int value) { | |
| 89 | this.value = value; | |
| 90 | } | |
| 91 | ||
| 92 | @Override | |
| 93 | public boolean equals(Object other) { | |
| 94 | if (!(other instanceof Color)) { | |
| 95 | return false; | |
| 96 | } else { | |
| 97 | return value == ((Color) other).value; | |
| 98 | } | |
| 99 | } | |
| 100 | ||
| 101 | @Override | |
| 102 | public int hashCode() { | |
| 103 | return value; | |
| 104 | } | |
| 105 | } | |
| 106 | ||
| 107 | /** | |
| 108 | * Greedily assign nodes with high degree unique colors. | |
| 109 | */ | |
| 110 | public static class GreedyGraphColoring<N, E> extends GraphColoring<N, E> { | |
| 111 | ||
| 112 | private final Comparator<N> tieBreaker; | |
| 113 | public GreedyGraphColoring(AdjacencyGraph<N, E> graph) { | |
| 114 | this(graph, null); | |
| 115 | } | |
| 116 | ||
| 117 | /** | |
| 118 | * @param tieBreaker In case of a tie between two nodes of the same degree, | |
| 119 | * this comparator will determine which node should be colored first. | |
| 120 | */ | |
| 121 | public GreedyGraphColoring( | |
| 122 | AdjacencyGraph<N, E> graph, Comparator<N> tieBreaker) { | |
| 123 | super(graph); | |
| 124 | this.tieBreaker = tieBreaker; | |
| 125 | } | |
| 126 | ||
| 127 | @Override | |
| 128 | public int color() { | |
| 129 | List<GraphNode<N, E>> worklist = new ArrayList<>(graph.getNodes()); | |
| 130 | ||
| 131 | // Sort nodes by degree. | |
| 132 | Collections.sort( | |
| 133 | worklist, | |
| 134 | comparing( | |
| 135 | GraphNode::getValue, | |
| 136 | // TODO(b/28382956): Take better advantage of Java8 comparing() to simplify this | |
| 137 | (leftProperty, rightProperty) -> { | |
| 138 | int result = graph.getWeight(rightProperty) - graph.getWeight(leftProperty); | |
| 139 | return result == 0 && tieBreaker != null | |
| 140 | ? tieBreaker.compare(leftProperty, rightProperty) | |
| 141 | : result; | |
| 142 | })); | |
| 143 | ||
| 144 | // Idea: From the highest to lowest degree, assign any uncolored node with | |
| 145 | // a unique color if none of its neighbors has been assigned that color. | |
| 146 | int count = 0; | |
| 147 | do { | |
| 148 | Color color = new Color(count); | |
| 149 | SubGraph<N, E> subgraph = graph.newSubGraph(); | |
| 150 | for (Iterator<GraphNode<N, E>> i = worklist.iterator(); i.hasNext();) { | |
| 151 | GraphNode<N, E> node = i.next(); | |
| 152 | if (subgraph.isIndependentOf(node.getValue())) { | |
| 153 | subgraph.addNode(node.getValue()); | |
| 154 | node.setAnnotation(color); | |
| 155 | i.remove(); | |
| 156 | } | |
| 157 | } | |
| 158 | count++; | |
| 159 | } while (!worklist.isEmpty()); | |
| 160 | @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") | |
| 161 | N[] map = (N[]) new Object[count]; | |
| 162 | colorToNodeMap = map; | |
| 163 | return count; | |
| 164 | } | |
| 165 | } | |
| 166 | } | |
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[gecode-users] Sum of IntVarArrays with changing array positions
Guido Tack
tack at gecode.org
Thu Oct 13 15:36:41 CEST 2011
On Thu, Oct 13, 2011 at 2:42 PM, Mathias Dalheimer
<dalheimer at itwm.fhg.de> wrote:
>> for (int j=0; j < _dev0.size(); ++j) { rel(*this, _dev0[j] ==
>> element(_dev0_load, _start_times[0] + j)); }
>
> If you don't mind, I have another question: Why does the oder matter? My
> interpretation of MPG p.87, "Figure 6.1: Integer expressions and
> relations" is that the order is not relevant. What am I missing?
It's not the order, it's the difference between x[j]==y[m+j] versus
y[j]==x[m+j].
Guido
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Chapter 4. Indexes
Indexes
allow MySQL to quickly find and retrieve a set of records from the
millions or even billions that a table may contain. If
you've been using MySQL for any length of time,
you've probably created indexes in the hopes of
getting lighting-quick answers to your queries. And
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For many users, indexes are something of a black art. Sometimes they
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get in the way. And then there are the times when they work fine for
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Class: Aws::ApplicationAutoScaling::Client
| Inherits: |
Seahorse::Client::Base
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| Defined in: |
(unknown) |
Overview
An API client for Application Auto Scaling. To construct a client, you need to configure a :region
and :credentials
.
applicationautoscaling = Aws::ApplicationAutoScaling::Client.new(
region: region_name,
credentials: credentials,
# ...
)
See #initialize
for a full list of supported configuration options.
Region
You can configure a default region in the following locations:
ENV['AWS_REGION']
Aws.config[:region]
Go here for a list of supported regions.
Credentials
Default credentials are loaded automatically from the following locations:
ENV['AWS_ACCESS_KEY_ID']
andENV['AWS_SECRET_ACCESS_KEY']
Aws.config[:credentials]
- The shared credentials ini file at
~/.aws/credentials
(more information) - From an instance profile when running on EC2
You can also construct a credentials object from one of the following classes:
Alternatively, you configure credentials with :access_key_id
and
:secret_access_key
:
# load credentials from disk
creds = YAML.load(File.read('/path/to/secrets'))
Aws::ApplicationAutoScaling::Client.new(
access_key_id: creds['access_key_id'],
secret_access_key: creds['secret_access_key']
)
Always load your credentials from outside your application. Avoid configuring credentials statically and never commit them to source control.
Instance Attribute Summary
Attributes inherited from Seahorse::Client::Base
Constructor collapse
-
.new(options = {}) ⇒ Aws::ApplicationAutoScaling::Client
constructor
Constructs an API client.
API Operations collapse
-
#delete_scaling_policy(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Deletes an Application Auto Scaling scaling policy that was previously created.
-
#deregister_scalable_target(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Deregisters a scalable target that was previously registered.
-
#describe_scalable_targets(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalableTargetsResponse
Provides descriptive information for scalable targets with a specified service namespace.
-
#describe_scaling_activities(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalingActivitiesResponse
Provides descriptive information for scaling activities with a specified service namespace for the previous six weeks.
-
#describe_scaling_policies(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalingPoliciesResponse
Provides descriptive information for scaling policies with a specified service namespace.
-
#put_scaling_policy(options = {}) ⇒ Types::PutScalingPolicyResponse
Creates or updates a policy for an existing Application Auto Scaling scalable target.
-
#register_scalable_target(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Registers or updates a scalable target.
Instance Method Summary collapse
-
#wait_until(waiter_name, params = {}) {|waiter| ... } ⇒ Boolean
Waiters polls an API operation until a resource enters a desired state.
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#waiter_names ⇒ Array<Symbol>
Returns the list of supported waiters.
Methods inherited from Seahorse::Client::Base
#build_request, #operation, #operation_names
Methods included from Seahorse::Client::HandlerBuilder
#handle, #handle_request, #handle_response
Constructor Details
.new(options = {}) ⇒ Aws::ApplicationAutoScaling::Client
Constructs an API client.
Instance Method Details
#delete_scaling_policy(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Deletes an Application Auto Scaling scaling policy that was previously created. If you are no longer using a scaling policy, you can delete it with this operation.
Deleting a policy deletes the underlying alarm action, but does not delete the CloudWatch alarm, even if it no longer has an associated action.
To create a new scaling policy or update an existing one, see PutScalingPolicy.
#deregister_scalable_target(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Deregisters a scalable target that was previously registered. If you are no longer using a scalable target, you can delete it with this operation. When you deregister a scalable target, all of the scaling policies that are associated with that scalable target are deleted.
To create a new scalable target or update an existing one, see RegisterScalableTarget.
#describe_scalable_targets(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalableTargetsResponse
Provides descriptive information for scalable targets with a specified service namespace.
You can filter the results in a service namespace with the ResourceIds
and ScalableDimension
parameters.
To create a new scalable target or update an existing one, see RegisterScalableTarget. If you are no longer using a scalable target, you can deregister it with DeregisterScalableTarget.
#describe_scaling_activities(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalingActivitiesResponse
Provides descriptive information for scaling activities with a specified service namespace for the previous six weeks.
You can filter the results in a service namespace with the ResourceId
and ScalableDimension
parameters.
Scaling activities are triggered by CloudWatch alarms that are associated with scaling policies. To view the existing scaling policies for a service namespace, see DescribeScalingPolicies. To create a new scaling policy or update an existing one, see PutScalingPolicy.
#describe_scaling_policies(options = {}) ⇒ Types::DescribeScalingPoliciesResponse
Provides descriptive information for scaling policies with a specified service namespace.
You can filter the results in a service namespace with the ResourceId
, ScalableDimension
, and PolicyNames
parameters.
To create a new scaling policy or update an existing one, see PutScalingPolicy. If you are no longer using a scaling policy, you can delete it with DeleteScalingPolicy.
#put_scaling_policy(options = {}) ⇒ Types::PutScalingPolicyResponse
Creates or updates a policy for an existing Application Auto Scaling scalable target. Each scalable target is identified by service namespace, a resource ID, and a scalable dimension, and a scaling policy applies to a scalable target that is identified by those three attributes. You cannot create a scaling policy without first registering a scalable target with RegisterScalableTarget.
To update an existing policy, use the existing policy name and set the parameters you want to change. Any existing parameter not changed in an update to an existing policy is not changed in this update request.
You can view the existing scaling policies for a service namespace with DescribeScalingPolicies. If you are no longer using a scaling policy, you can delete it with DeleteScalingPolicy.
#register_scalable_target(options = {}) ⇒ Struct
Registers or updates a scalable target. A scalable target is a resource that can be scaled up or down with Application Auto Scaling. After you have registered a scalable target, you can use this command to update the minimum and maximum values for your scalable dimension.
At this time, Application Auto Scaling only supports scaling Amazon ECS services.
After you register a scalable target with Application Auto Scaling, you can create and apply scaling policies to it with PutScalingPolicy. You can view the existing scaling policies for a service namespace with DescribeScalableTargets. If you are no longer using a scalable target, you can deregister it with DeregisterScalableTarget.
#wait_until(waiter_name, params = {}) {|waiter| ... } ⇒ Boolean
Waiters polls an API operation until a resource enters a desired state.
Basic Usage
Waiters will poll until they are succesful, they fail by entering a terminal state, or until a maximum number of attempts are made.
# polls in a loop, sleeping between attempts client.waiter_until(waiter_name, params)
Configuration
You can configure the maximum number of polling attempts, and the delay (in seconds) between each polling attempt. You configure waiters by passing a block to #wait_until:
# poll for ~25 seconds
client.wait_until(...) do |w|
w.max_attempts = 5
w.delay = 5
end
Callbacks
You can be notified before each polling attempt and before each
delay. If you throw :success
or :failure
from these callbacks,
it will terminate the waiter.
started_at = Time.now
client.wait_until(...) do |w|
# disable max attempts
w.max_attempts = nil
# poll for 1 hour, instead of a number of attempts
w.before_wait do |attempts, response|
throw :failure if Time.now - started_at > 3600
end
end
Handling Errors
When a waiter is successful, it returns true
. When a waiter
fails, it raises an error. All errors raised extend from
Waiters::Errors::WaiterFailed.
begin client.wait_until(...) rescue Aws::Waiters::Errors::WaiterFailed # resource did not enter the desired state in time end
#waiter_names ⇒ Array<Symbol>
Returns the list of supported waiters. The following table lists the supported waiters and the client method they call:
| Waiter Name | Client Method | Default Delay: | Default Max Attempts: |
|---|


[t]Edit query[/t]
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[t]Keywords[/t]
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[t]Gender[/t]
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[t]Zipcode[/t]
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---
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[t]Has photo[/t]
---
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[t]Has original CV[/t]
---
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[t]Public[/t]
---
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[t]Has e-mail[/t]
---
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[t]Has mobile nr.[/t]
---
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[t]Published (not anonymous)[/t]
---
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[t]Registered within[/t]
---
[t]Last update within[/t]
---
[t]Last contact within[/t]
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Servers
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05. Working with Your Workspace
Working with Your Workspace
Quick note before we continue.
In the remainder of this lesson Brandy will walk you through how to code your own simple private blockchain. Accompanied with each video walk-through is an in-classroom workspace where you code along.
## Setup Suggestion
Some students have found it helpful to have the lesson concept opened in two windows so that they can watch the video and code side-by-side.
**First, collapse the table of contents: **
** Then, view the code walk-through and workspace side-by-side:**
With that covered, have fun coding your first private blockchain!
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Mike is a data scientist tackling challenges in economics and sociology research. His work is diverse and includes agriculture, mental health, digital economy and other topics. Within his research group, he is also responsible for data management and data strategy.
Mike has a PhD from the University of Edinburgh, where he studied snow hydrology. His research was based around a historic dataset (Snow Survey of Great Britain), which he used to demonstrate a link between snow cover and climate fluctuations and better understand snow cover and melt frequency through computer simulation, machine learning and statistics. You can read more about Mike's research on his blog, scottishsnow.
Prior to Mike's return to university he worked as a hydrologist for Environment Agency Wales and Halcrow Group Ltd. Mike worked on projects including river and coastal flood mapping, flood defence scheme design, river re-alignment, flood forecasting (operationally and model development) and flood risk assessment. Mike graduated from Lancaster University in 2004 with a BSc (hons) in Environmental Science.
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Web components
Is it really the future?
Eduardo Sanz
Summary
- Web component in general
- Google's Polymer library
Web components
- Reusable user interface widgets/components/web applications
- Encapsulation and interoperability
- Introduced for first time in 2011
- Standards being added by the W3C to HTML and DOM specifications
Web Components is still a very new technology, its specifications being evolved as browser implementers and Web developers gather experience using it.
Four specifications/technologies
- Templates
- Shadow DOM
- Custom elements
- HTML imports
Shady DOM issues (webcomponent.js polyfill)
Custom elements
- Autonomous -- built using API
- HTML built-in
Potential issues
- Search engine optimization
- Slow
- Browser compatibility
Polymer
- Released by Google in 2013


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In fact, there seemed to be no burrs to prick Cairhien out of its quiet, aside from the occasional street brawl between Foregaters and city folk who considered the noisy, brightly clad Foregaters as alien as the Aiel and a good deal safer to fight. The city was crowded to the attics, with people sleeping anywhere they could find shelter from the cold, yet food supplies were more than adequate if not overabundant, and trade was actually better than expected in winter. All in all, she should have felt content that she was carrying out Cadsuane’s instructions as well as the Green could wish for. Except that Cadsuane would expect more. She always did.
“Are you listening to me, Samitsu?”
Sighing, Samitsu turned from the peaceful view through the window, taking pains not to smooth her yellow-slashed skirts. The Jakanda-made silver bells in her hair tinkled faintly, but today the sound failed to soothe her. At the best of times she did not feel entirely comfortable in her apartments in the palace, though a blazing fire in the wide marble fireplace gave a good warmth and the bed in the next room had the best-quality feather mattresses and goose down pillows. All three of her rooms were overly ornate in the severe Cairhienin fashion, the white ceiling plaster worked in interlocking squares, the wide bar-cornices heavily gilded, and the wooden wall panels polished to a soft glow yet dark even so. The furnishings were darker still, and massively constructed, edged with thin lines of gold leaf and inlaid with patterned ivory wedges. The flowered Tairen carpet in this room seemed garishly disordered compared to everything else, and emphasized the surrounding stiffness. It all seemed too much like a cage, of late.
 Sashalle wore the Great Serpent ring, of course, on her right hand, but also an Aiel necklace and bracelet, fat beads of silver and ivory intricately worked and carved, gaudy against her high-necked dress of brown wool, which was plain if fine and well cut. Not crude pieces, certainly, but . . . flamboyant, and hardly the sort a sister would wear. The oddity of that jewelry might hold the key to much, if Samitsu could ever find the reason behind it. The Wise Ones, especially Sorilea, looked at her as if she were a fool for not knowing without asking, and refused to be bothered with answering. They did that all too often. Most especially Sorilea. Samitsu was unused to being thought a fool, and she disliked it immensely.
Not for the first time, she found it difficult to meet the other sister’s gaze. Sashalle was the major reason contentment eluded her, no matter how well everything was going otherwise. Most maddening, Sashalle was a Red, yet despite her Ajah, she was oathsworn to young al’Thor. How could any Aes Sedai swear fealty to anyone or anything other than the White Tower itself? How in the Light could a Red swear to a man who could channel? Maybe Verin had been right about ta’veren twisting chance. Samitsu could not begin to think of any other reason for thirty-one sisters, five of them Red, to take such an oath.
“The Lady Ailil has been approached by lords and ladies who represent most of House Riatin’s strength,” she replied, much more patiently than she felt. “They want her to take the High Seat of Riatin, and she wants White Tower approval. Aes Sedai approval, at least.” For something to do besides match stares—and likely lose—she moved to a blackwood table where a gold-worked silver pitcher sitting on a silver tray still gave off the faint scent of spices. Filling a cup with mulled wine provided an excuse to break the fleeting eye contact. Needing an excuse made her replace the pitcher on the tray with a sharp clink. She found herself avoiding looking at Sashalle too often. Even now, she realized she was looking at the other woman sideways. To her frustration, she could not quite make herself turn completely to meet her stare.
“Tell her no, Sashalle. Her brother was still alive when last seen, and rebellion against the Dragon Reborn is nothing that need concern the Tower; certainly not now it’s done with.” The memory arose of Toram Riatin as last seen, running off into a strange fog that could take on solid form and kill, a fog that resisted the One Power. The Shadow had walked outside the walls of Cairhien that day. Samitsu’s voice tightened from the effort to stop it short of trembling. Not with fear, but anger. That had been the day she failed at Healing young al’Thor. She hated failures, hated remembering them. And she should not have to explain herself. “Most of Riatin’s strength is not all. Those still tied to Toram will oppose her, with force of arms if necessary, and in any case, fostering upheaval inside the Houses themselves is no way to maintain the peace. There is a precarious balance in Cairhien now, Sashalle, but it is a balance, and we mustn’t disturb it.” She managed to stop short of saying Cadsuane would be displeased if they did. That would hardly carry weight with Sashalle.
“Upheaval will come whether or not we foster it,” the other sister said firmly. Her frown had faded as soon as Samitsu showed she had been listening, though the set of her jaw remained. Perhaps it was stubbornness rather than belligerence, yet that hardly mattered. The woman was not arguing or trying to convince her, just stating her own position. And most galling of all, plainly doing that much as a courtesy. “The Dragon Reborn is the herald of upheaval and change, Samitsu. The herald foretold. And if he weren’t, this is Cairhien. Do you think they have really stopped playing at Daes Dae’mar? The surface of the water may be still, but the fish never stop swimming.”
A Red, preaching the Dragon Reborn like a street-corner demagogue! Light! “And if you are wrong?” In spite of herself, Samitsu bit off the words. Sashalle—burn her!—maintained a perfect serenity.
“Ailil has forsworn any claim to the Sun Throne in favor of Elayne Trakand, which is what the Dragon Reborn desires, and she is ready to swear fealty to him, if I ask it. Toram led an army against Rand al’Thor. I say the change is worth making and the chance worth taking, and I will tell her so.”
The bells in Samitsu’s hair chimed at an irritated shake of her head, and she barely managed to stop herself from sighing again. Eighteen of those Dragonsworn sisters remained in Cairhien—Cadsuane had carried some away with her, then sent Alanna back to take off still more—and others of the eighteen besides Sashalle stood higher than she, but the Aiel Wise Ones kept them out of her way. In principle, she disapproved of how that was done—Aes Sedai could not be apprentices, not to anyone! It was outrageous!—but in practice, it did make her job easier. They could not meddle or try to take charge with Wise Ones running their lives and watching over their every hour. Unfortunately, for some reason she could not learn, the Wise Ones looked differently on Sashalle and the other two sisters who had been stilled at Dumai’s Wells. Stilled. She felt a faint shiver at the thought, but only faint, and it would be less if she ever managed to work out how Damer Flinn had Healed what could not be Healed. At least someone could Heal stilling, even if it was a man. A man channeling. Light, how the horror of yesterday became merely the uneasiness of today, once you grew accustomed.
She was sure that Cadsuane would have arranged matters with the Wise Ones before leaving had she known about the difference with Sashalle and Irgain and Ronaille. At least, she thought she was sure. This was not the first time she had been pulled into one of the legendary Green’s designs. Cadsuane could be more devious than a Blue, schemes inside plots wrapped in stratagems and all hidden behind still others. Some were planned to fail in order to help others succeed, and only Cadsuane knew which were which, not at all a comforting thought. In any case, those three sisters were free to come and go as they desired, do as they desired. And they certainly felt no need to follow the guidance Cadsuane had left behind or to follow the sister she had named to lead. Only their mad oath to al’Thor guided or constrained them.
Samitsu had never felt weak or ineffectual in her life except when her Talent failed her, yet she very much wished that Cadsuane would return and take matters out of her hands. A few words delivered in Ailil’s ear would quench any desire the lady had to mount the High Seat, of course, yet it would come to nothing unless she found some way to deflect Sashalle from her purpose. No matter that Ailil feared having her silly secrets aired abroad, inconsistency in what Aes Sedai told her could well make her decide it was better to try vanishing to her country estates rather than risk offending a sister whatever she did. Cadsuane would be upset over losing Ailil. Samitsu herself would be upset. Ailil was a conduit into half the plots brewing among the nobles, a gauge to be sure those intrigues were all still petty and unlikely to bring any major disturbance. The cursed Red knew that. And once Sashalle gave Ailil this permission, it would be her the woman came running to with her news, not Samitsu Tamagowa.
While Samitsu was floundering in her quandary, the door to the hallway opened to admit a pale, stern-faced Cairhienin woman, a hand shorter than either Aes Sedai. Her hair was in a thick gray roll on the nape of her neck, and she wore an unadorned gray dress so dark it was nearly black, the current livery of a Sun Palace servant. Servants never announced themselves or asked admittance, of course, but Corgaide Marendevin was hardly just another servant; the heavy silvery ring of long keys at her waist was a badge of office. Whoever ruled Cairhien, the Holder of the Keys ruled the Sun Palace in simple fact, and there was nothing submissive in Corgaide’s manner. She made a minimal curtsy carefully aimed halfway between Samitsu and Sashalle.
“I was asked to report anything unusual,” she said to the air, though it had been Samitsu who asked. Very likely, she had known of the power struggle between them as soon as they did themselves. Little in the palace escaped her. “I am told there is an Ogier in the kitchens. He and a young man supposedly are looking after work as masons, but I have never heard of Ogier and human masons working together. And Stedding Tsofu sent word no masons would be available from any stedding for the foreseeable future, when we inquired after . . . the incident.” The pause was barely perceptible, and her grave expression did not alter, but half the gossip about the attack on the Sun Palace laid it to al’Thor’s doing, the other half to Aes Sedai. A few tales mentioned the Forsaken, but only to pair them with either al’Thor or the Aes Sedai.
Pursing her lips in thought, Samitsu set aside the cursed tangle Cairhienin made of everything they touched. Denials of Aes Sedai involvement did little good; the Three Oaths went only so far in a city where a simple yes or no could give rise to six contradictory rumors. But Ogier . . . The palace kitchens scarcely took in stray passersby, yet the cooks very likely would give an Ogier a hot meal just for the strangeness of seeing him. Ogier were even more uncommon than usual, this last year or so. A few were still seen now and then, but walking as fast as only an Ogier could, and seldom stopping in one place more than long enough to sleep. They rarely traveled with humans, much less worked with them. The pairing tickled something in her mind, though. Hoping to tease whatever it was into the open, she opened her mouth to ask a few questions.
“Thank you, Corgaide,” Sashalle said with a smile. “You’ve been most helpful. But if you will leave us, now?” Being abrupt with the Holder of the Keys was a good way to find yourself with dirty bed linens and poorly spiced meals, unemptied chamber pots and messages that went astray, a thousand annoyances that could make life a misery and leave you wading in mud trying to accomplish anything at all, yet somehow, that smile appeared to take the sting out of her words for Corgaide. The gray-haired woman bowed her head slightly in assent and again made the smallest possible curtsy. This time, obviously to Sashalle.
No sooner had the door closed behind the gray-haired woman than Samitsu thumped her silver cup back on the tray hard enough to splash warm wine over her wrist and rounded on the Red sister. She was on the brink of losing control of Ailil, and now the Sun Palace itself appeared to be slipping through her fingers! It was as likely Corgaide would sprout wings and fly as keep silent about what she had seen here, and whatever she said would flash through the palace and infect every servant down to the men who mucked out the stables. That final curtsy had made it quite clear what she thought. Light, but Samitsu hated Cairhien! The customs of civility between sisters were deeply ingrained, but Sashalle did not stand high enough to make her hold her tongue in the face of this disaster, and she intended to deliver the rough side of it.
Frowning at the other woman, though, she saw Sashalle’s face—really saw it, perhaps for the first time—and suddenly she knew why it troubled her so, perhaps even why she had found it difficult to look directly at the Red sister. It was no longer an Aes Sedai face, outside of time and standing apart from age. Most people were unsure of the look until it was pointed out, but it was unmistakable to another sister. Perhaps some bits remained, scraps that made Sashalle appear closer to beautiful than she really was, yet anyone at all would put an age to her, somewhere short of her middle years. The realization froze Samitsu’s tongue.
What was known about women who had been stilled was little better than rumor. They ran away and hid from other sisters; eventually, they died. Usually, they died soon rather than late. The loss of saidar was more than most women could bear for very long. But it was all really tittle-tattle; as far as she knew, no one in a very long time had had the nerve to try learning more. The rarely acknowledged fear in the darkest corner of every sister’s head, that the same fate might come to her one day in a careless moment, kept anyone from wanting to know too much. Even Aes Sedai could hide their eyes when they did not want to see. There were always those rumors, though, almost never mentioned and so vague you could never recall where you heard them first, whispers on the edge of hearing, yet forever floating about. One that Samitsu had only half remembered, till now, said that a woman who was stilled grew young again, if she lived. It had always seemed ludicrous, till now. Regaining the ability to channel had not given Sashalle back everything. Once more she would have to work with the Power for years to gain the face that would proclaim her Aes Sedai to any sister who could see her clearly. Or . . . would she regain it? It seemed inevitable, yet this was unmapped terrain. And if her face was changed, was anything else about her changed as well? Samitsu shivered, harder than she had for the thought of stilling. Perhaps it was as well she had gone slow in trying to puzzle out Damer’s way of Healing.
Fingering her Aiel necklace, Sashalle seemed unaware that Samitsu had any grievance, unaware of Samitsu’s scrutiny. “This may be nothing, or it may warrant looking into,” she said, “but Corgaide was only reporting what she heard. If we want to learn anything, we must go and see for ourselves.” Without another word, she gathered her skirts and started out of the apartments, leaving Samitsu only a choice between following or remaining behind. It was intolerable! Yet remaining was unthinkable.
Sashalle was no taller than she, not to speak of, but she had to hurry to keep up as the Red glided swiftly along wide, square-vaulted corridors. Taking the lead was out of the question, unless she chose to run. She fumed in silence, though it required gritting her teeth. Arguing with another sister in public was improper at best. Worse, without any doubt, it would be futile. And that would only dig the hole she was in deeper. She felt a very great desire to kick something.
Stand-lamps at regular intervals gave plenty of light even in the darkest stretches of hallway, but there was little color or decoration beyond the occasional tapestry with everything in it arranged in orderly fashion, whether animals being hunted or nobles fighting gallantly in battle. A few niches in the walls held ornaments of gold or Sea Folk porcelain, and in some corridors the cornices were worked in friezes, most left unpainted. That was all. Cairhienin hid their opulence out of public view, as they did with so much. The serving men and women who hurried industriously along the halls like streams of ants wore livery the color of charcoal, except for those in service to nobles resident in the palace, who seemed bright beside the rest, with their House badges embroidered on their breasts, and their collars and sometimes sleeves marked in House colors. One or two even had a coat or dress all in House colors, and appeared almost an outlander among the others. But they all kept their eyes down and barely paused long enough to offer quick bows or curtsies to the two sisters as they passed. The Sun Palace required countless hundreds of servants, and it seemed they were all scurrying about this morning tending their chores.
Nobles strolled in the hallways, too, offering their own cautious courtesies to the Aes Sedai as they passed, perhaps with a greeting carefully balanced between an illusion of equality and the true state of affairs, spoken in low voices that did not carry far. They proved the old saying that strange times make for strange traveling companions. Old enmities had been put away in the face of new dangers. For the moment. Here, two or three pale Cairhienin lords in dark silk coats with thin stripes of color across the front, some with the fronts of their heads shaved and powdered soldier-fashion, promenaded alongside an equal number of dark Tairens, taller in their bright coats with fat, striped sleeves. There, a Tairen noblewoman in a snug pearl-sewn cap, colorfully brocaded gown, and pale lace ruff walked arm-in-arm beside a shorter Cairhienin noble with her hair in an elaborate tower that reached well above her companion’s head, smoky gray lace under her chin, and narrow stripes of her House colors cascading down the front of her wide-skirted dark silk. All like bosom friends and trusted confidants.
Some pairings did look odder than others. A number of women had begun wearing outlandish clothes of late, apparently never noticing how they drew men’s eyes and made even the servants struggle not to stare. Tight breeches and a coat barely long enough to cover the hips were not suitable garments for a woman, no matter how much effort went into rich embroidery or patterning the coat with gemstones. Jeweled necklaces and bracelets and pins with sprays of colorful feathers only pointed up the oddity. And those brightly dyed boots, with their heels that added as much as a hand to a woman’s height, made them appear in danger of falling down with every swaying step.
“Scandalous,” Sashalle muttered, eyeing one such pair of women and twitching her skirts in displeasure.
 She needed to control her tongue. Voicing agreement just because she agreed was a habit she could ill afford with Sashalle.
Still, she could not help glancing back at the pair in disapproval. And a bit of wonder. A year ago, Alaine Chuliandred and Fionnda Annariz would have been at each other’s throats. Or rather have had their armsmen at one another’s throats. But then, who would have expected to see Bertome Saighan walking peacefully with Weiramon Saniago, neither man reaching for the dagger at his belt? Strange times and strange traveling companions. Doubtless they were playing the Game of Houses, maneuvering for advantage as they always had, yet dividing lines that once were graven in stone now turned out to have been drawn on water instead. Very strange times.
The kitchens were on the lowest level of the Sun Palace above-ground, at the back, a cluster of stone-walled beamed-ceiling rooms centered around a long windowless room full of iron stoves and brick ovens and dressed-stone fireplaces, and the heat was enough to make anyone forget the snow outside, or even that it was winter. Normally, sweaty-faced cooks and under-cooks, as darkly clad as any other palace servants beneath their white aprons, would have been scurrying about getting ready to prepare the midday meal, kneading loaves on long flour-strewn tables topped with marble, basting the joints and fowl that were turning on spits in the fireplaces. Now, only the trotting spit-dogs were moving, eager to earn their bits from the joints. Baskets of turnips and carrots stood unpeeled and unchopped, and smells sweet and spicy came from untended pots of sauces. Even the scullions, boys and girls surreptitiously wiping their faces on their aprons, stood on the fringe of a group of women clustered around one of the tables. From the doorway, Samitsu could see the back of an Ogier’s head rising above them where he was seated at the table, taller than most men would have been standing up, and broad with it. Of course, Cairhienin were short by and large, and that helped. She laid a hand on Sashalle’s arm, and for a wonder, the woman stopped where they were without protest.
“ . . . vanished without leaving a clue where he was going?” the Ogier was asking in a deep rumble like the earth shifting. His long, tufted ears, sticking up through dark hair that hung to his high collar, flicked back and forth uneasily.
“Oh, do stop talking about him, Master Ledar,” a woman’s voice answered in a quaver that seemed well-practiced. “Wicked, he was. Tore half the palace apart with the One Power, he did. He could turn your blood to ice just looking at you, and kill you as soon as look. Thousands have died by his own hand. Tens of thousands! Oh, I never like talking about him.”
“For someone as never likes talking about something, Eldrid Methin,” another woman said sharply, “you surely talk of little else.” Stout and quite tall for a Cairhienin, nearly as tall as Samitsu herself, with a few strands of gray hair escaping her white plain-lace cap, she must have been the chief cook on duty, because everyone Samitsu could see quickly nodded agreement and twittered with laughter and said, “Oh, right you are, Mistress Beldair,” in a particularly sycophantic way. Servants had their own hierarchies, as rigidly maintained as the Tower itself.
“But that sort of thing really is not for us to be gossiping over, Master Ledar,” the stout woman went on. “Aes Sedai business, that is, and not for the likes of you and me. Tell us more about the Borderlands. Have you really seen Trollocs?”
“Aes Sedai,” a man muttered. Hidden by the crowd around the table, he had to be Ledar’s companion. Samitsu could see no grown men among the kitchen folk this morning. “Tell me, do you really think they bonded those men you were talking about, those Asha’man? As Warders? And what about the one who died? You never said how.”
“Why, it was the Dragon Reborn as killed him,” Eldrid piped up. “And what else would Aes Sedai bond a man as? Oh, terrible, they was, them Asha’man. Turn you to stone with a look, they could. You can tell one just by looking at him, you know. Frightful glowing eyes, they have.”
“Be quiet, Eldrid,” Mistress Beldair said firmly. “Maybe they was Asha’man and maybe not, Master Underhill. Maybe they was bonded and maybe not. All I or anyone else can say is they was with him,” the emphasis in her voice made plain who she was talking about; Eldrid might consider Rand al’Thor fearful, but this woman did not want to so much as name him, “and soon after he left, suddenly the Aes Sedai was telling them what to do and they was doing it. Of course, any fool knows to do as an Aes Sedai says. Anyway, those fellows are all gone off, now. Why are you so interested in them, Master Underhill? Is that an Andoran name?”
 His ears twitched violently. “Oh, we want to know everything about the places we visit, Mistress Beldair. The Borderlands, you say? You might think it’s cold here, but we’ve seen trees crack open like nuts on the fire from the cold in the Borderlands. You have blocks of ice in the river, floating down from upstream, but we’ve seen rivers as wide as the Alguenya frozen so merchants can drive loaded trains of wagons across them, and men fishing through holes cut in ice nearly a span thick. At night, there are sheets of light in the sky that seem to crackle, bright enough to dim the stars, and . . . ”
Even Mistress Beldair was leaning toward the Ogier, caught up, but one of the young scullions, too short to see past the adults, glanced behind him, and his eyes went wide when they lit on Samitsu and Sashalle. His gaze stayed fixed on them as if trapped, but he fumbled with one hand till he could tug at Mistress Beldair’s sleeve. The first time, she shook him off without looking around.
“Grace favor you, Aes Sedai,” she said, hastily tucking stray hair back under her cap as she bobbed her curtsy. “How may I serve you?” Ledar broke off short in midsentence, and his ears stiffened for an moment. He did not look toward the doorway.
“We wish to speak with your visitors,” Sashalle said, moving into the kitchen. “We won’t disrupt your kitchen for long.”
“Of course, Aes Sedai.” If the stout woman felt any surprise at two sisters wanting to talk to kitchen visitors, she showed none. Head swinging from side to side to take in everyone, she clapped her plump hands and began spouting orders. “Eldrid, those turnips will never peel themselves. Who was watching the fig sauce? Dried figs are hard to come by! Where is your basting spoon, Kasi? Andil, run, fetch some . . . ” Cooks and scullions scattered in every direction, and a clatter of pots and spoons quickly filled the kitchen, though everyone was plainly making an effort to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the Aes Sedai. They were plainly making an effort not to even look in their direction, though that involved some contortion.
The Ogier rose to his feet smoothly, his head coming near the thick ceiling beams. His clothing was what Samitsu remembered from meeting Ogier before, a long dark coat that flared over turned-down boots. Stains on his coat said he had been traveling hard; Ogier were a fastidious people. He only half turned to face her and Sashalle even as he made a bow, and he rubbed at his wide nose as if it itched, partially hiding his broad face, but he appeared young, for an Ogier. “Forgive us, Aes Sedai,” he murmured, “but we really must be moving on.” Bending to gather a huge leather scrip that had a large rolled blanket tied across the top and showed the impressions of several square shapes packed around whatever else was stuffed inside, he hoisted the broad strap over one shoulder. His capacious coat pockets bulged with angular shapes, too. “We have a long way to go before nightfall.” His companion remained seated, though, his hands spread on the tabletop, a pale-haired young man with a week’s growth of beard who seemed to have slept more than one night in his rumpled brown coat. He watched the Aes Sedai warily, with dark eyes that belonged on a cornered fox.
“Where are you going that you can reach by nightfall?” Sashalle did not stop until she was standing in front of the young Ogier, close enough to need to crane her neck to look up at him, though she made it seem graceful rather than awkward, as it should have been. “Are you on your way to the meeting we’ve heard about, in Stedding Shangtai? Master . . . Ledar, is it?”
His tall ears twitched violently, then were still, and his teacup-sized eyes narrowed almost as warily as the young man’s, till the dangling ends of his eyebrows trailed onto his cheeks.  “But I’m certainly not going to the Great Stump. Why, the Elders wouldn’t let me close enough to hear what was being said.” He gave a deep bass chuckle that sounded forced. “We can’t get where we’re going tonight, Aes Sedai, but every league behind us is a league we don’t have to walk tomorrow. We need to be on our way.” The unshaven young man stood up, running a hand nervously along the long hilt of the sword belted at his waist, yet he made no move to pick up the scrip and blanket roll at his feet and follow as the Ogier started toward the door that led to the street, even when the Ogier said over his shoulder, “We need to go now, Karldin.”
Sashalle glided fluidly into the Ogier’s path, though she had to take three strides to his one. “You were asking after work as a mason, Master Ledar,” she said in tones brooking no nonsense, “but your hands are not as callused as any mason’s I’ve ever seen. It would be best for you to answer my questions.”
Suppressing a triumphant smile, Samitsu moved up beside the Red sister. So Sashalle thought she could simply push her aside and ferret out what was going on, did she? The woman was in for a surprise. “You really must stay a while longer,” she said to the Ogier in a low voice; the noise in the kitchen should keep anyone from overhearing, yet there was no need to take chances. “When I came to the Sun Palace, I had already heard of a young Ogier, a friend of Rand al’Thor. He left Cairhien some months past, in company with a young man named Karldin. Isn’t that right, Loial?” The Ogier’s ears wilted.
 “I leave when I want to leave, Aes Sedai,” he said harshly, but in a low voice. For the most part, he divided his gaze between her and Sashalle, yet he was watchful for any of the kitchen workers who might come near. He did not wish to be overheard, either. “Before I do, I want some answers. What happened to . . . my friends? And him. Did he go mad?”
Loial sighed heavily, and made a pacifying gesture with one huge hand. “Be easy, Karldin,” he murmured. “Rand wouldn’t like you starting trouble with Aes Sedai. Be easy.” Karldin’s scowl only deepened.
Abruptly it occurred to Samitsu that she could have handled this better. Those were not the eyes of a cornered fox, but a wolf. She had grown too accustomed to Damer and Jahar and Eben, safely bonded and tamed. That might be an overstatement, though Merise was making an effort with Jahar—that was Merise’s way—yet it seemed the horror of yesterday could become the complacency of today after long enough exposure. Karldin Manfor was an Asha’man, too, and neither bonded nor tame. Was he embracing the male half of the Power? She almost laughed. Did birds fly?
Sashalle was watching the young man with a studying frown, her hands much too still on her skirts, but Samitsu was glad not to see the light of saidar around her. Asha’man could feel it when a woman held the Power, and that might make him act . . . precipitately. Certainly she and Samitsu together could handle him—could they, if he already held the Power? Of course they could. Of course!—but it would be much better if they did not have to.
Sashalle certainly was making no move to take charge, now, so Samitsu laid a hand lightly on his left arm. Through his coatsleeve, it felt like a bar of iron. So he was as uneasy as she. As uneasy as she? Light, but Damer and those other two had spoiled all her instincts!
“He seemed sane as most men when I last saw him,” she said softly, with just a slight emphasis. None of the kitchen folk were nearby, but a few had begun sneaking peeks toward the table. Loial exhaled heavily in relief, a sound like wind rushing across the mouth of a cave, but she kept her attention on Karldin. “I don’t know where he is, but he was alive as of a few days ago.” Alanna had been closemouthed as a mussel beyond that, and overbearing, too, with Cadsuane’s note in her fist. “Fedwin Morr died of poison, I fear, but I have no idea who gave it to him.” To her surprise, Karldin merely shook his head, with a rueful grimace, and muttered something incomprehensible about wine. “As for the others, they became Warders of their own free will.” As much as any man did anything of his free will. Her Roshan certainly had not wanted to be a Warder, until she decided she wanted him for one. Even a woman who was not Aes Sedai could usually make a man decide the way she wanted. “They thought it a better choice, safer, than returning to . . . the others like you. You see, the damage here was done with saidin. You understand who must have been behind it?
That did not seem to surprise him, either. What sort of men were these Asha’man? Was their so-called Black Tower a murder pit? The tightness went out of his arm, though, and suddenly he was just a road-weary young man who needed to shave. “Light!” he breathed. “What do we do now, Loial? Where do we go?”
“I . . . don’t know,” Loial replied, his shoulders sagging tiredly and his long ears drooping. “I . . . We have to find him, Karldin. Somehow. We can’t give up now. We have to let him know we did what he asked. As much as we could.”
And what was it al’Thor had asked, Samitsu wondered. With a little luck, she could learn a great deal from these two. A tired man, or Ogier, feeling lost and alone, was ripe for answering questions.
 “Lord Dobraine’s been murdered!” the serving woman squealed. “We will all be killed in our beds!  They—” Her mouth froze open when she caught the presence of Aes Sedai, and she skidded to a halt still clutching her skirts. The kitchen folk seemed frozen, too, all watching the Aes Sedai from the corners of their eyes to see what they would do.
“Not Dobraine,” Loial moaned, ears laying flat against his head. “Not him.” He looked as much angry as saddened, his face stony. Samitsu did not think she had ever seen an Ogier angry.
“What is your name?” Sashalle demanded of the serving woman before Samitsu could even part her lips. “How do you know he was murdered? How do you even know he’s dead?”
The woman swallowed, her eyes held by Sashalle’s cool gaze. “Cera, Aes Sedai?” she said hesitantly, bending her knees in a curtsy and only then realizing that she still had her skirts gathered up. Hastily smoothing them down only seemed to fluster her more. “Cera Doinal? They say . . . Everybody says Lord Dobraine is . . . I mean, he was . . . I mean . . . ” She swallowed again, hard. “They all say his rooms are covered with blood. He was found lying in a great pool of it. With his head cut off, they say.”
“They say a great many things,” Sashalle said grimly, “and usually they’re wrong. Samitsu, you will come with me. If Lord Dobraine has been injured, you may be able to do something for him. Loial, Karldin, you come, too. I don’t want you out of my sight before I have a chance to ask a few questions.”
“Burn your questions!” the young Asha’man growled, shouldering his belongings. “I’m leaving!”
“No, Karldin,” Loial said gently, laying a huge hand on his companion’s shoulder. “We can’t go before we know about Dobraine. He’s a friend, Rand’s friend, and mine. We can’t. Anyway, where are we hurrying to?” Karldin looked away. He had no answer.
Samitsu squeezed her eyes shut, and took a deep breath, but there was no help for it. She found herself following Sashalle out of the kitchens, once more hurrying to keep up with the other woman’s quick, gliding stride. In fact, she found herself half-running; Sashalle set an even more rapid pace than before.
The babbling of voices rose behind them as soon as they were out the door. The kitchen folk probably all were pressing the serving woman for particulars, details she very likely would invent where her knowledge failed. Ten different versions of events would find their way out of that kitchen, if not as many as there were kitchen folk. Worst of all, ten different versions of events in the kitchen would find their way out, every one adding to the rumors Corgaide doubtless was already starting. She could hardly recall a day that had gone so badly for her, so suddenly, like slipping on one patch of ice only to find another under her feet, then another. Cadsuane would have her hide to make gloves after this!
At least Loial and Karldin trailed after Sashalle as well. Whatever she learned from them might still be put to advantage, a way to salvage something. Scurrying along at Sashalle’s side, she studied them in brief glances over her shoulder. Taking short strides to keep from over-running the Aes Sedai, the Ogier was frowning in worry. Over Dobraine, very likely, but also perhaps over only completing his mysterious task “as well as he could.” That was a mystery she intended to solve. The young Asha’man had no difficulty keeping up, though he wore an expression of stubborn reluctance and his hand caressed his swordhilt. The danger in him did not lie in steel. He stared suspiciously at the backs of the Aes Sedai ahead, once meeting Samitsu’s glance with a dark glower. He had the sense to keep his mouth shut, though. She would have to find a way to pry it open later for more than snarling.
Sashalle never glanced behind to make sure the pair were following, but then, she had to hear the thud of the Ogier’s boots on the floor tiles. Her face was thoughtful, and Samitsu would have given a great deal to know what she was thinking. Sashalle might be oathsworn to Rand al’Thor, but what protection did that give to an Asha’man? She was Red, after all. That had not changed with her face. Light, this could be the worst patch of ice of all!
It was a long arduous climb from the kitchens to Lord Dobraine’s apartments in the Tower of the Full Moon, which was usually set aside for visiting nobility of high rank, and all along the way, Samitsu saw the evidence that Cera had been far from the first to hear what the ever-anonymous they had to say. Rather than endless streams of servants flowing along the corridors, small excited knots stood whispering anxiously. At sight of the Aes Sedai, they sprang apart and scurried away. A handful did gape at seeing an Ogier striding through the palace, yet for the most part, they all but fled. The nobles who had been about before had all vanished, doubtless back to their own rooms to mull over what opportunities and hazards Dobraine’s death afforded them. Whatever Sashalle thought, Samitsu no longer doubted. If Dobraine had been alive, his own servants would have put paid to the rumor already.
For further confirmation, the hallway outside Dobraine’s rooms was crowded with ashen-faced servants, their sleeves ringed to the elbows in the blue-and-white of House Taborwin. Some wept, and others looked lost, their foundation stone pulled out from under them. At a word from Sashalle, they stood aside for the Aes Sedai, moving drunkenly or mechanically. Dazed eyes swept by the Ogier without actually registering what they saw. Few remembered to make even half-hearted courtesies.
Inside, the anteroom was almost as full of Dobraine’s servants, most staring as if poleaxed.  A dark trickle had leaked from his slack mouth. Two serving men with tears streaming down their cheeks paused in the act of laying a white cloth over his face at the entrance of the Aes Sedai. Dobraine did not appear to be breathing, and there were bloodstained gashes in the chest of his coat, with its thin stripes of color that marched down to his knees. Beside the litter, a dark blot larger than a man’s body marred the green-and-yellow Tairen maze of the fringed carpet.  Two other men lay sprawled on the floor, one with death-glazed eyes gazing at the ceiling, the other on his side, an ivory knife hilt sticking up from his ribs where the blade had surely reached his heart. Short, pale-skinned Cairhienin, both wore the livery of palace servants, but a servant never carried the long, wooden-handled dagger that lay beside each corpse. A House Taborwin man, his foot drawn back to kick one of the corpses, hesitated on seeing the two sisters, then planted his boot hard in the dead man’s ribs anyway. Clearly, proper decorum lay far from anyone’s mind at the moment.
“Move that cloth out of the way,” Sashalle told the men by the litter. “Samitsu, see whether you can still help Lord Dobraine.”
Whatever she believed, instinct had moved Samitsu toward Dobraine, but that command—it was clearly a command!—put a stutter in her step. Gritting her teeth, she kept moving, and knelt carefully beside the litter, on the side away from the still damp blot, to put her hands on Dobraine’s blood-soaked head. She never minded getting blood on her hands, but bloodstains were impossible to get out of silk unless you channeled, and she still felt a pang of guilt at the waste when she used the Power for something so mundane.
The necessary weaves were second nature to her, so much so that she embraced the Source and delved the Cairhienin lord without a thought. And blinked in surprise. Instinct had made her go ahead, though she had been certain there were three corpses in the room, yet life still flickered in Dobraine. A tiny guttering flame that the shock of Healing might well extinguish. The shock of the Healing she knew.
Her eyes searched out the pale-haired Asha’man. He was crouched beside one of the dead servants, calmly searching the man, oblivious of the shocked stares of the living servants. One of the women suddenly noticed Loial, standing just inside the door, and goggled as if he had leapt out of thin air. With his arms folded across his chest and a grim expression on his broad face, the Ogier looked as though he were standing guard.
“Karldin, do you know the kind of Healing that Damer Flinn uses?” Samitsu asked. “The kind that uses all of the Five Powers?”
He paused for a moment, frowning at her. “Flinn? I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I don’t have much Talent for Healing, anyway.” Eyeing Dobraine, he added, “He looks dead to me, but I hope you can save him. He was at the Wells.” And he bent back to rummaging though the dead servant’s coat.
Samitsu licked her lips. The thrill of being filled with saidar always seemed diminished to her, in situations like this. Situations when all of her possible choices were bad. Carefully, she gathered flows of Air, Spirit and Water, weaving them just so, the basic weave of Healing that every sister knew. No one in living memory had the Talent for Healing as strongly as she, and most sisters were limited in what they could Heal, some to little more than bruises. By herself, she could Heal almost as well as a linked circle. Most sisters could not regulate the weave to any degree at all; most did not even try to learn. She had been able to from the start. Oh, she could not Heal one particular thing and leave everything else as it was, the way Damer could; what she did would affect everything from the stab wounds to the stuffed nose Dobraine was also suffering from. Delving had told her everything that ailed him. But she could wash away the worst injuries as if they had never been, or Heal so whoever she Healed appeared to have spent days recovering on her own, or anything in between. Each took no less of her strength, but they did require less from the patient. The smaller the amount of change in the body, the smaller the amount of the body’s strength it drained. Only, except for the gash in his scalp, Dobraine’s wounds were all serious, four deep punctures in his lungs, two of them gashing the heart as well.  She had to choose somewhere in the middle and hope that she was right.
I am the best that ever has been, she thought firmly. Cadsuane had told her that. I am the best! Altering the weave slightly, she let it sink into the motionless man.
Some of the servants cried out in alarm as Dobraine’s body convulsed.   Hastily, she readjusted the weave and delved him again, holding her breath. He lived. By a hair, and so weak he might yet die, but it would not be those stabs that killed him, except indirectly. Even through the drying blood that matted his hair, shaven away from his forehead, she could see the puckered pink line of a fresh, tender scar across his scalp. He would have the same beneath his coat, and he might be troubled by shortness of breath when he exerted himself, if he pulled through, yet for the moment, he did live, and that was all that mattered. For the moment. There was still the matter of who had wanted him dead, and why.
Releasing the Power, she stood unsteadily. Saidar draining out of her always made her feel tired. One of the serving men, gaping, hesitantly handed her the cloth he had been going to lay on his lord’s face, and she used it to wipe her hands. “Take him to his bed,” she said. “Get as much mild honey-water down him as you can. He needs to gain strength quickly. And find a Wise Woman . . . a Reader? Yes, a Reader. He will need her, too.” He was out of her hands, now, and herbs might help. At least, they were unlikely to harm, coming from a Reader, and at worst the woman would make sure they gave him enough honey-water and not too much.
With much bowing and many murmurs of thanks, four of the serving men took up the litter and carried Dobraine deeper into the apartments. Most of the other servants followed hurriedly, wearing expressions of relief, and the rest dashed out into the corridor. An instant later, glad shouts and cheers broke out, and she heard her name nearly as often as Dobraine’s. Very gratifying. It would have been more satisfying if Sashalle had not smiled and given her an approving nod. Approving! And why not a pat on the head, while she was about it?
Karldin had paid no mind at all to the Healing, insofar as Samitsu had noticed. Finishing his search of the second corpse, he rose and crossed the room to Loial, attempting to show the Ogier something, shielded by his body, without letting the Aes Sedai notice.
“But this makes no sense,” the Ogier muttered, frowning as he read. “No sense at all. Unless—” He cut off abruptly, long ears flickering, and exchanged a tense look with the pale-haired fellow, who gave a curt nod. “Oh, this is very bad,” Loial said. “If there were more than two, Karldin, if they found—” He choked off his words again at a frantic head shake from the young man.
“I will see that, please,” Sashalle said, holding out her hand, and please or no please, it was not a request.
Karldin attempted to snatch the paper from Loial’s hand, but the Ogier calmly handed it to Sashalle, who inspected it without any change of expression, then handed it to Samitsu. It was thick paper, smooth and expensive, and new-looking. Samitsu had to control her eyebrows’ desire to climb as she read.
At my command, the bearers of this are to remove certain items, which they will know, from my apartments and take them out of the Sun Palace. Make them private of my rooms, give them whatever aid they require and keep silent on this matter, in the name of the Dragon Reborn and on pain of his displeasure.
Dobraine Taborwin
She had seen Dobraine’s writing often enough to recognize the rounded hand as his. “Obviously, someone employs a very good forger,” she said, earning a quick, contemptuous glance from Sashalle.
“It did seem unlikely he wrote it himself and was stabbed by his own men in mistake,” the Red said in cutting tones. Her gaze swung to Loial and the Asha’man. “What is it they might have found?” she demanded. “What is it you are afraid they found?” Karldin stared back at her blandly.
“I just meant whatever they were looking for,” Loial answered.  But his tufted ears twitched so hard they almost vibrated before he could master them. Most Ogier made very poor liars, at least while young.
Sashalle’s ringlets swung as she shook her head deliberately. “What you know is important. The pair of you are not leaving until I know it, too.”
“And how are you going to stop us?” The very quietness of Karldin’s words made them more dangerous. He met Sashalle’s gaze levelly, as if he had not a worry in the world. Oh, yes; very much a wolf, not a fox.
“I thought I’d never find you,” Rosara Medrano announced, marching into that moment of perilous silence still wearing her red gloves and fur-lined cloak, with the hood thrown back to reveal the carved ivory combs in her black hair. There were damp patches on the shoulders of the cloak from melted snow. A tall woman, as brown as a sun-dark Aiel, she had gone out at first light to try finding spices for some sort of fish stew from her native Tear. She spared only the briefest glance for Loial and Karldin, and did not waste a moment inquiring after Dobraine. “A party of sisters has entered the city, Samitsu. I rode like a madwoman to get here ahead of them, but they could be riding in at this moment. There are Asha’man with them, and one of the Asha’man is Logain!”
Karldin barked a rough laugh, and suddenly Samitsu wondered whether she was going to live long enough for Cadsuane to have her hide.


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