Mat would have gotten out and pulled the coach himself, if he could. He thought they might have moved faster. The streets were already full with the sun not all the way up, wagons and carts wending their way nosily through the crowds and windblown dust to shouts and curses both from drivers and those forced to get out of the way. So many barges slid along the canals on the bargemen’s poles that a man almost could have walked the canals like streets, stepping from one barge to the next.  Ebou Dar seemed to be trying to make up for time lost yesterday, not to mention at High Chasaline and the Feast of Lights, and well it might, considering that tomorrow night was the Feast of Embers, with Maddin’s Day, celebrating the founder of Altara, two days after that, and the Feast of the Half Moon the following night. Southerners had a reputation for industry, but he thought it was because they had to work so hard to make up for all the festivals and feastdays. The wonder was that they had the strength for it.
Eventually the coaches did reach the river, drawing up at one of the long stone landings that jutted out into the water, all lined with steps for boarding the boats tied alongside. Sticking a wedge of dark yellow cheese and a butt end of bread into his pocket, he stuffed the basket well under the seat. He was hungry, but someone in the kitchens had been in too much of a hurry; most of the basket was filled by a clay pot full of oysters, but the kitchens had forgotten to cook them.
Scrambling down behind Lan, he left Nalesean and Beslan to help Vanin and the others down from the last coaches. Nearly a dozen men, and not even the Cairhienin really small, they had been jammed in like apples in a barrel and clambered out stiffly. Mat strode ahead of the Warder toward the lead coach, the ashandarei slanted across his shoulder. Nynaeve and Elayne were both going to get a piece of his mind no matter who was listening. Trying to keep Moghedien hidden! Not to mention two of his men dead! He was going to—! Suddenly very conscious of Lan towering behind him like a stone statue with that sword on his hip, he amended his thoughts. The Daughter-Heir at least was going to hear about keeping that sort of secret.
Nynaeve was standing on the landing, tying on her blue-plumed hat and talking back up into the coach when he reached it. “ . . . Will work out, of course, but who would think the Sea Folk, of all people, would demand such a thing, even just in private?”
“But, Nynaeve,” Elayne said as she stepped down with her green-plumed hat in her hand, “if last night was as glorious as you say, how can you complain about—?”
That was when they became aware of him and Lan. Of Lan, really. Nynaeve’s eyes opened wider and wider, filling her face as it reddened to shame two sunsets. Maybe three. Elayne froze with one foot still on the coach step, giving the Warder such a frown you would have thought he had sneaked up on them. Lan gazed down at Nynaeve, though, with no more expression than a fence post, and for all Nynaeve appeared ready to crawl under the coach and hide, she stared up at Lan as if no one else existed in the world. Realizing her frown was wasted there, Elayne took her foot off the step and moved out of the way of Reanne and the two Wise Women who had shared the coach, Tamarla and a graying Saldaean woman named Janira, but the Daughter-Heir did not give up; oh, no. She transferred that scowl to Mat Cauthon, and if it altered a whit, it was to deepen. He snorted and shook his head. Usually when a woman was in the wrong, she could find so many things to blame on the nearest man that he wound up thinking maybe he really was at fault. In his experience, old memories or new, there were only two times a woman admitted she was wrong: when she wanted something, and when it snowed at midsummer.
Nynaeve seized at her braid, but not as if her heart was in it. Her fingers fumbled and fell away, and she started wringing her hands instead. “Lan,” she began unsteadily, “you mustn’t think I would talk about—”
The Warder cut in smoothly, bowing and offering her his arm. “We are in public, Nynaeve. Whatever you want to say in public, you may. May I escort you to the boat?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding so vigorously that her hat nearly fell off. She straightened it hurriedly with both hands. “Yes. In public. You will escort me.” Taking his arm, she regained some measure of composure, at least insofar as her face went. Gathering her dust-cloak in her free hand, she practically dragged him across the quay toward the landing.
Mat wondered whether she might be ill. He rather enjoyed seeing Nynaeve dropped a peg or six, but she hardly ever let it last two breaths. Aes Sedai could not Heal themselves. Maybe he should suggest to Elayne that she deal with whatever was wrong with Nynaeve. He avoided Healing like death or marriage himself, but it was different for other people as he saw it.
 “Mistress Corly,” she said in the icy voice of a queen pronouncing judgment, “explained to Nynaeve and me the significance of those red flowers on the basket, which I see you at least have shame enough to have hidden.”
His face went redder than Nynaeve’s had thought of. A few paces away, Reanne Corly and the other two were tying on hats and adjusting dresses the way women did every time they stood up, sat down or moved three steps. Yet despite giving their attention to their clothes, they had enough left over for glances in his direction, and for once they were neither disapproving nor startled.  Ten sunsets would not have done for his face.
“So!” Elayne’s voice was low, for his ears alone, but it dripped disgust and contempt. She gave her cloak a twitch, to keep it from touching him. “It’s true! I could not believe it of you, not even you! I’m sure Nynaeve couldn’t. Any promise I made to you is abolished. I will not keep any promise to a man who could force his attentions on a woman, on any woman, but especially on a Queen who has offered him—”
“Me force my attentions on her!” he shouted. Or rather, he tried to shout; choking made it come out in a wheeze.
Seizing Elayne’s shoulders, he pulled her away from the carriages a little distance. Shirtless dockmen in stained green leather vests hurried by, carrying sacks on their shoulders or rolling barrels along the quay, some pushing low barrows loaded with crates, all giving the coaches a wide berth. The Queen of Altara might not have much power, but her sigil on a coach door ensured that commoners would give it room. Nalesean and Beslan were chatting as they led the Redarms onto the landing, Vanin bringing up the rear and staring gloomily at the choppy river; he claimed to have a tender belly when it came to boats. The Wise Women from both coaches had gathered around Reanne, watching, but they were not close enough to overhear. He whispered hoarsely just the same.
“You listen to me! That woman won’t take no for an answer; I say no, and she laughs at me. She’s starved me, bullied me, chased me down like a stag! She has more hands than any six women I ever met. She threatened to have the serving women undress me if I didn’t let her—” Abruptly, what he was saying hit him. And who he was saying it to. He managed to close his mouth before he swallowed a fly. He became very interested in one of the dark metal ravens inlaid in the haft of the ashandarei, so he would not have to meet her eyes. “What I mean to say is, you don’t understand,” he muttered. “You have it all backwards.” He risked a glance at her under the edge of his hatbrim.
A faint blush crept into her cheeks, but her face became solemn as a marble bust. “It . . . appears that I may have misunderstood,” she said soberly. “That is . . . very bad of Tylin.” He thought her lips twitched. “Have you considered practicing different smiles in a mirror, Mat?”
Startled, he blinked. “What?”
“I have heard reliably that that is what young women do who attract the eyes of kings.” Something cracked the sobriety of her voice, and this time her lips definitely twitched. “You might try batting your eyelashes, too.” Catching her lower lip with her teeth, she turned away, shoulders shaking, dust-cloak streaming behind as she hurried toward the landing. Before she darted beyond hearing, he heard her chortle something about “a taste of his own medicine.” Reanne and the Wise Women scurried in her wake, a flock of hens following a chick instead of the other way around. The few bare-chested boatmen up out of their boats stopped coiling lines or whatever they were doing and bowed their heads respectfully as the procession went by.
Snatching off his hat, Mat considered throwing it down and jumping on it. Women! He should have known better than to expect sympathy.  And Nynaeve, too, on general principle. Except, of course, that he could not. He had made promises. And those dice were still using his skull for a dice cup. And one of the Forsaken might be around somewhere. Settling the hat squarely back on his head, he marched down the landing, brushed past the Wise Women and caught up to Elayne.
He stared straight ahead. Bloody women! Bloody promises. Removing his hat long enough to pull the leather cord from around his neck, he reluctantly shoved it in her direction. The silver foxhead dangled beneath his fist.  But I want it back when we leave Ebou Dar.  The moment we leave—”
Suddenly he realized he was walking alone.
“What’s the matter now?” he demanded. “Oh. Yes, I know all about Moghedien.” A skinny fellow with red stones on his brass-hoop earrings, bending over a mooring line, jerked around so fast at that name that he pitched over the side with a loud yell and a louder splash. Mat did not care who heard. “Trying to keep her secret—and two of my men dead!—after you promised. Well, we’ll talk about that later. I made a promise, too; I promised to keep the pair of you alive. If Moghedien shows up, she’ll go after you two. Now, here.” He pushed the medallion at her again.
 Only after the older women were on their way toward where Nynaeve stood beckoning them at the head of a flight of boat stairs did Elayne take the foxhead, turning it over in her fingers.
“Do you have any notion what I would have done to have this for study?” she said quietly. “Any notion at all?” She was tall for a woman, but she still had to look up at him. She might never have seen him before.    She actually tucked the foxhead into his shirt and patted it before handing him his hat. “I won’t wear that while Nynaeve doesn’t have one, or Aviendha, and I think they feel the same. You wear it. After all, you can hardly keep your promise if Moghedien kills you. Not that I think she’s still here. I think she believes she killed Nynaeve, and I would not be surprised if that was all she came for. You must be careful, though. Nynaeve says there’s a storm coming, and she doesn’t mean this wind. I . . . ” That faint blush returned to her cheeks. “I am sorry I laughed at you.” She cleared her throat, looking away. “Sometimes I forget my duty to my subjects.  I will see that Nynaeve understands the right of . . . of you and Tylin. Perhaps we can help.”
“No,” he spluttered. “I mean, yes. I mean . . . That is . . . Oh, kiss a flaming goat if I know what I mean. I almost wish you didn’t know the truth.” Nynaeve and Elayne sitting down to discuss him with Tylin over tea. Could he ever live that down? Could he ever again look any of them in the eye afterward? But if they did not . . . He was between the wolf and the bear with nowhere to run. “Oh, sheep swallop!  He nearly wished she would call him down for his language the way Nynaeve would, just to change the subject.
Her lips moved silently, and for an instant he had the strange impression that she was repeating what he had just said. Of course not. He was seeing things; that was all. Aloud, she said, “I understand.” Sounding just as if she did. “Come along, now, Mat. We can’t waste time standing in one spot.”
Gaping, he watched her lift skirts and cloak to make her way along the landing. She understood?  And he was her subject. Her worthy subject. Fingering the medallion, he followed. He had been sure the fight would be to ever get it back. If he lived as long as two Aes Sedai, he still would never understand women, and noblewomen were purely the worst.
When he reached the steps Elayne had gone down, the boat’s two brass-earringed oarsmen were already using their long sweeps to push the vessel away. Elayne was herding Reanne and the last of the Wise Women into the cabin, and Lan stood up in the bows with Nynaeve. A shout from Beslan called him on to the next boat, which held all of the men except the Warder.
“Nynaeve said there wasn’t room for any of us,” Nalesean said as the boat rocked its way out into the Eldar. “She said we’d crowd them.” Beslan laughed, looking around their own boat. Vanin sat beside the cabin door with his eyes closed, trying to pretend he was somewhere else. Harnan and Tad Kandel, an Andoran despite being as dark as either of the boatmen, had climbed atop the cabin; the rest of the Redarms hunkered about the deck, trying to keep out of the way of the rowers. Nobody went into the cabin, all apparently waiting to see whether Mat and Nalesean and Beslan wanted it.
Mat put himself beside the tall bowpost, peering after the other boat, crawling on its sweeps just ahead. The wind whipped the dark choppy waters, and his scarf as well, and he had to hold on to his hat. What was Nynaeve up to? The other nine women on the second boat were all in the cabin, leaving the deck to her and Lan. They stood up in the bows, Lan with his arms folded, Nynaeve gesturing as though explaining. Except that Nynaeve seldom explained anything. Better say never than seldom.
Whatever she was doing, it did not last long. There were whitecaps out in the bay, where Sea Folk rakers and skimmers and soarers heaved at their anchors. The river was not so bad, but the boat still wallowed more than Mat remembered from any previous trip. Before long, Nynaeve was draped over the railing, losing her breakfast while Lan held her. That reminded Mat of his own belly; tucking his hat under his arm so it could not blow away, he pulled out the wedge of cheese.
“Beslan, is this storm likely to break before we can come back from the Rahad?” He took a bite of the sharp-tasting cheese; they had fifty different sorts in Ebou Dar, all good. Nynaeve was still hanging over the side. How much had the woman eaten this morning? “I don’t know where we’ll shelter if we’re caught.” He could not think of a single inn he had seen in the Rahad that he would take the women into.
“No storm,” Beslan said, seating himself on the railing. “These are the winter trade winds. The trades come twice a year, in late winter and late summer, but they have to blow much harder before it comes to storm.” He directed a sour look out toward the bay. “Every year those winds bring—brought—ships from Tarabon, and Arad Doman. I wonder whether they ever will again.”
“The Wheel weaves,” Mat began, and choked on a crumb of cheese. Blood and ashes, he was starting to sound like some gray-hair resting his aching joints in front of the fireplace. Worrying about taking the women into a rough inn. A year ago, half a year, he would have taken them, and laughed when their eyes popped, laughed at every prim sniff. “Well, maybe we’ll find you some fun in the Rahad, anyway. At the least, somebody will try to cut a purse, or pull Elayne’s necklace off.” Maybe that was what he needed to clean the taste of sobriety from his tongue. Sobriety. Light, what a word to apply to Mat Cauthon! Tylin must be scaring him more than he thought, if he was shriveling up this way.  That was crazy—he had never seen the fight he would not rather walk around—but maybe . . .
Beslan shook his head. “If anyone can find it, you can, but . . . We’ll be with seven Wise Women, Mat. Seven.  And the women.  “It sounds as though I’ve dragged myself from bed for a dull morning.”
Beslan nodded in commiseration. “If we’re lucky, though . . . The Civil Guard does send patrols to the Rahad occasionally, and if they’re after smugglers, they always dress like anyone else. They seem to think nobody will notice a dozen or so men together carrying swords, whatever they wear, and they’re always surprised when the smugglers ambush them, which is what nearly always happens. If Mat’s ta’veren luck works for us, we might be taken for the Civil Guard, and some smugglers might attack us before they see the red belts.” Nalesean brightened and began rubbing his hands together.
Mat glared at them. Maybe Beslan’s sort of fun was not what he needed. For one thing, he had more than enough of women with knives. Nynaeve still hung over the side of the boat ahead; that would teach her to gorge herself. Wolfing down the last of the cheese, he began on the bread and tried to ignore the dice in his head. An easy trip with no trouble did not sound bad at all. A quick trip, with a quick departure from Ebou Dar.
The Rahad was everything he remembered, and everything Beslan feared. The wind made climbing the cracked gray stone steps at the boat landing into a perilous feat, and after that, it grew worse. Canals ran everywhere, just as across the river, but here the bridges were plain, the grimy stone parapets broken and crumbling; half the canals were so silted that boys waded waist-deep in them, and hardly a barge was to be seen. Tall buildings stood crowded together, blocky structures with scabrous once-white plaster gone in huge patches to reveal rotting red brick, bordering narrow streets with broken paving stones. In those streets where even the fragments had not been ripped up. Morning did not really reach into the shadows of the buildings. Dingy laundry hung drying from every third window, except where a structure stood empty. Some did, and those windows gaped liked eye sockets in a skull. A sour-sweet smell of decay permeated the air, last month’s chamber pots and ancient refuse moldering wherever it had been flung, and for every fly on the other side of the Eldar, a hundred buzzed here in clouds of green and blue. He spotted the peeling blue door of The Golden Crown of Heaven and shuddered at the thought of taking the women in there if the storm broke, despite what Beslan said. Then he shuddered again for having shuddered. Something was happening to him, and he did not like it.
Nynaeve and Elayne insisted on taking the lead, with Reanne between them and the Wise Women close behind. Lan stayed at Nynaeve’s shoulder like a wolfhound, hand on sword hilt, eyes constantly searching, radiating menace. In truth, he was probably enough protection for two dozen pretty sixteen-year-old girls carrying sacks of gold, even here, but Mat insisted that Vanin and the rest keep their eyes open. In fact, the former horsethief and poacher kept so close to Elayne that anyone could have been forgiven for thinking he was her Warder, if a rather fat and rumpled one. Beslan rolled his eyes expressively at Mat’s instructions, and Nalesean irritably stroked his beard and muttered that he could still be in bed.
Men strutted arrogantly along the streets with often ragged vests and no shirts, wearing great brass hoops in their ears and brass finger rings set with colored glass, one knife or sometimes two stuck behind their belts. Hands hovering near those knives, they stared as though daring someone to give the wrong twist to a look. Others skulked from corner to corner, doorway to doorway with hooded eyes, imitating the slat-ribbed dogs that sometimes snarled from a dark alleyway barely wide enough for a man to squeeze into. Those men hunched over their knives, and there was no way to tell which would run and which stab. By and large, the women made any of the men appear humble, parading in worn dresses and twice as much brass jewelry as the men. They carried knives too, of course, and their bold dark eyes sent ten sorts of challenge in every glance. In short, the Rahad was the sort of place where anyone wearing silk could hardly hope to walk ten steps without being cracked over the head. After which they had best hope to wake stripped to the skin and tossed onto a pile of rubbish in an alley, since the alternative was not to wake at all. But . . .
Children darted from every second door with chipped pottery cups of water, sent by their mothers in case the Wise Women wished a drink. Men with scarred faces and murder etched into their eyes stared openmouthed at seven Wise Women together, then bobbed jerky bows and inquired politely if they could be of assistance, was there anything that required carrying? Women, sometimes with as many scars and always eyes to make Tylin flinch, curtsied awkwardly and breathlessly asked whether they might supply directions, had anyone made a bother of themselves to bring so many Wise Women? If so, the strong implication was, Tamarla and the rest had no need of troubling themselves if they would just supply the name.
Oh, they glared at the soldiers as hotly as ever, though even the hardest flinched away from Lan after a single look. And, oddly enough, from Vanin. A few of the men growled at Beslan and Nalesean whenever they gazed too long at a woman’s deep neckline. Some growled at Mat, though he could not understand why; unlike those two, he was never in danger of his eyeballs falling down the front of a woman’s dress. He knew how to look discreetly. Nynaeve and Elayne were ignored, for all their finery, and so was Reanne in her red wool dress; they did not have the red belt. But they did have the protection of those belts. Mat realized that Beslan had been right. He could empty his purse on the ground, and no one would pick up a copper, at least so long as the Wise Women remained. He could pinch the bottom of every woman in sight, and even if she had apoplexy, she would walk away.
“What a pleasant walk,” Nalesean said dryly, “with such interesting sights and smells.  Mat grumbled.  The Tairen snorted indignantly. Beslan laughed, but he probably thought Mat meant something else.
 No laundry hung from these windows; only rats lived in there. “In here,” she said.
Elayne’s eyes climbed slowly to the flat roof. “Six,” she murmured in tones of great satisfaction.
“Six,” Nynaeve sighed, and Elayne patted her arm as though sympathizing with her.
“I wasn’t really sure,” she said. So Nynaeve smiled and patted her. Mat did not understand a word of it. So the building had six floors. Women behaved very strangely sometimes. Well, most of the time.
Inside, a long hallway carpeted with dust ran dimly to the back, the far end lost in shadows. Few of the doorways held doors, and those were rough planks. One opening, almost a third of the way down the hall, led to a narrow flight of steep stone-faced steps climbing upward. That was the way he had gone the day before, following footprints in the dust, but he thought some of those other openings must be crossing corridors. He had not taken time to look around then, but the building was too deep and too wide for this floor to be served by only the one they saw. It was too big for only one way in.
“Really, Mat,” Nynaeve said when he told off Harnan and half the Redarms to find any back way in and guard it. Lan kept so close to her side, he might have been glued there. “Don’t you see by now there’s no need?”
Her tone was so mild that Elayne must have passed on the truth about Tylin, but if anything, that only soured his mood further. He did not want anyone to know. Bloody useless! But those dice were still rattling around in his head. “Maybe Moghedien likes back doors,” he said dryly. Something cluttered in the dark end of the hall, and one of the men with Harnan cursed loudly about rats.

Elayne made an exasperated sound. “This is no time to stop for an argument, Nynaeve. The Bowl is upstairs! The Bowl of the Winds!” A small ball of light suddenly appeared, floating in front of her, and without waiting to see whether or not Nynaeve was coming, she gathered her skirts and darted up the stairs. Vanin dashed after her with a startling turn of speed for his bulk, followed by Reanne and most of the Wise Women. Round-faced Sumeko and Ieine, tall and dark and pretty despite the lines at the corners of her eyes, hesitated, then remained with Nynaeve.
Mat would have gone, too, if Nynaeve and Lan had not been in his way. “Would you let me by, Nynaeve?” he asked.  “Nynaeve?” She was so focused on Lan she seemed to have forgotten anyone else. Mat exchanged glances with Beslan, who grinned and squatted easily with Corevin and the remaining Redarms. Nalesean leaned against the wall and yawned ostentatiously.
Even that did not distract Nynaeve. Carefully, she took her hand away from her braid. “I am not angry, Lan,” she said.
“Yes, you are,” he replied calmly. “But he had to be told.”
“Nynaeve?” Mat said. “Lan?” Neither one so much as flickered an eye his way.
“I would have told him when I was ready, Lan Mandragoran!” Her mouth clamped shut, but her lips writhed as though she were talking to herself. “I will not be angry with you,” she went on in a much milder tone, and that sounded addressed to herself as well. Very deliberately she tossed her braid back over her shoulder, jerked that blue-plumed hat straight, and clasped her hands at her waist.
“If you say so,” Lan said mildly.
Nynaeve quivered. “Don’t you take that tone with me!” she shouted. “I tell you, I’m not angry! Do you hear me?”
“Blood and ashes, Nynaeve,” Mat growled. “He doesn’t think you’re angry. I don’t think you’re angry.” A good thing women had taught him to lie with a straight face.  “Shall we go up together and surprise Elayne?” Mat had never seen the two women who walked into the hall before, but their faces were Aes Sedai faces. The speaker’s was long and cold as her voice, her companion’s framed by scores of thin dark braids worked with colored beads. Nearly two dozen men crowded in behind them, bulky fellows with heavy shoulders, clubs and knives in hand. Mat shifted his grip on the ashandarei; he knew trouble when he saw it, and the foxhead on his chest was cool, almost cold against his skin. Somebody was holding the One Power.
The two Wise Women nearly fell over dropping curtsies as soon as they saw those ageless features, but Nynaeve certainly knew trouble, too.  Behind him, Mat heard a sword leaving its scabbard, but he was not about to look back to see whose. Lan just stood there, which meant of course that he looked like a leopard ready to pounce.
“They’re Black Ajah,” Nynaeve said at last. Her voice started faint and gained strength, as she went on. “Falion Bhoda and Ispan Shefar. They committed murder in the Tower, and worse since. They’re Darkfriends, and . . . ” Her voice faltered for an instant “ . . . they have me shielded.”
The newcomers continued to advance serenely. “Have you ever heard such nonsense, Ispan?” the long-faced Aes Sedai asked her companion, who stopped grimacing at the dust long enough to smirk at Nynaeve. “Ispan and I come from the White Tower, while Nynaeve and her friends are rebels against the Amyrlin Seat. They’ll be punished severely for that, and so will anyone who helps them.” With a shock, Mat realized the woman did not know; she thought that he and Lan and the others were just hired strongarms. Falion directed a smile at Nynaeve; it made a blizzard warm by comparison. “There’s someone who will be overjoyed to see you when we take you back, Nynaeve. She thinks you are dead. Better the rest of you go now. You don’t want to meddle in Aes Sedai affairs. My men will see you to the river.” Without taking her eyes from Nynaeve, Falion motioned for the men behind her to come forward.
Lan moved. He did not draw his sword, and against Aes Sedai he should have had no chance if he had, no chance in any case, but one moment he was standing still and the next he had thrown himself at the pair. Just before he struck, he grunted as though hit hard, but he crashed into them, carrying both Black sisters to the dusty floor. That opened the sluicegates wide.
Lan pushed himself to hands and knees, shaking his head groggily, and one of the bulky fellows raised an iron-strapped club to smash his skull. Mat stabbed the fellow in the belly with his spear as Beslan and Nalesean and the five Redarms rushed to meet the Darkfriends’ shouting charge. Lan staggered to his feet, sword sweeping out to open a Darkfriend from crotch to neck. There was not much room to work sword or ashandarei in the corridor, but the tight quarters were what allowed them to face odds of two to one or worse without being overcome in the first moment. Grunting men struggled with them face-to-face, elbowing each other for room to stab or swing a club at them.
Small spaces remained clear around the Black sisters, and around Nynaeve; they saw to that themselves.  A bald headed Darkfriend squeezed through the line of defenders and rushed at Nynaeve with out-stretched knife; he yelled as his feet were suddenly jerked back from him, a yell that cut off when his face hit the floor so hard that his head bounced.
Obviously Nynaeve was no longer shielded, and if the chilly silver foxhead sliding around Mat’s chest as he fought was not enough indication that she and the Black sisters were in some sort of struggle, the way they glared at her and she at them, ignoring the battle around them, shouted the fact. The two Wise Women looked on in horror; they had their curved knives in their fists, but they huddled against the wall, staring from Nynaeve to the other two with eyes wide and mouths hanging open.
“Fight,” Nynaeve snapped at them. She turned her head just a fraction, so she could see them as well as Falion and Ispan. “I cannot do it alone; they’re linked.  You know about them, now!” The Wise Women gaped at her as though she had suggested spitting in the Queen’s face. In the midst of shouts and grants, Ispan laughed melodiously. In the midst of shouts and grants, a shrill scream echoed down the stairs.
Nynaeve’s head swung that way. Suddenly she staggered, and her head swung back like a wounded badger’s, with a scowl that should have made Falion and Ispan leave right then if they had any sense. Nynaeve spared an agonized glance for Mat, though. “There was channeling upstairs,” she said through her teeth. “There’s trouble.”
Mat hesitated. More likely, Elayne had seen a rat. More likely . . . He managed to knock aside a dagger thrust at his ribs, but there was no room to stab back with the ashandarei or use the haft like a quarterstaff. Beslan stabbed past him and took his attacker through the heart.
“Please, Mat,” Nynaeve said tightly. She never begged. She would cut her own throat first. “Please.”
With a curse, Mat pulled himself out of the fight and dashed up the steep, narrow stairs, taking all six flights in the dark stairwell at a dead ran. There was not a single window to give light. If it was just a rat, he was going to shake Elayne till her teeth . . . He burst out onto the top floor, not much brighter than the stairwell with only one window at the street end, burst into a scene from nightmare.
Women lay sprawled everywhere. Elayne was one, half on her back against the wall, eyes closed. Vanin crouched on his knees, blood streaming from nose and ears, feebly trying to pull himself up against the wall. The last woman on her feet, Janira, fled toward Mat as soon as she saw him.
“Help me!” she screamed at him, and a man caught her from behind. He was an ordinary-looking fellow, maybe a little older than Mat, of the same height and slender in a plain gray coat. Smiling, he took Janira’s head between his hands and twisted sharply. The sound of her neck breaking was like a dry branch snapping. He let her drop in a boneless heap and gazed down at her. For a moment, his smile looked . . . rapturous.
By the light of a pair of lanterns, a small knot of men just beyond Vanin were prying open a door to the squeal of rusted hinges, but Mat hardly noticed. His eyes went from Janira’s crumpled corpse to Elayne. He had promised to keep her safe for Rand. He had promised. With a cry, he launched himself at the killer, ashandarei extended.
Mat had seen Myrddraal move, but this fellow was quicker, hard as that was to believe. He just seemed to flow from in front of the spear, and, seizing the haft, he pivoted, flinging Mat past him five paces down the hall.
Breath left when he hit the floor in a small cloud of dust. So did the ashandarei. Straggling for air, he pushed himself up, foxhead dangling from his open shirt. Dragging a knife from under his coat, he flung himself at the man again just as Nalesean appeared at the head of the stairs, sword in hand. Now they had him, however quick he . . .
The man made a Myrddraal seem stiff. He slid around Nalesean’s thrust as though there was not a bone in his body, right hand shooting out to seize Nalesean’s throat. His hand came away with a liquid, ripping sound. Blood fountained past Nalesean’s beard. His sword dropped, ringing on the dusty stone floor, and he clutched both hands to his ruined neck, red running through his fingers as he fell.
Mat crashed into the killer’s back, and they all three hit the floor together. He had no compunctions against stabbing a man in the back when it was necessary, especially a man who could tear somebody’s throat out. He should have let Nalesean stay in bed. The thought came sadly as he drove the blade home hard, then a second time, a third.
The man twisted in his grip. It should not have been possible, but somehow the fellow rolled over beneath him, pulling the knife hilt out of his hand.  Desperately he grabbed the man’s wrists, one hand slipping a little in the blood that ran down the fellow’s hand.
The man smiled at him. With a knife sticking out of his side, he smiled!  And as if Mat was not holding him at all, his hands moved toward Mat’s head, driving Mat’s arms back.
Mat pushed frantically, threw all of his weight against the fellow’s arms to no avail. Light, he might as well have been a child fighting a grown man.  Hands touched his head. Where was his flaming luck? He gave a heave with what seemed his last strength—and the medallion fell against the man’s cheek. The man screamed. Smoke rose around the edges of the foxhead, and a sizzle like bacon frying. Convulsively, he hurled Mat away with hands and feet both. This time, Mat flew ten paces and slid.
When he scrambled to his feet, half-dazed, the man was already up, hands trembling at his face. A raw red brand marked where the foxhead had fallen. Gingerly, Mat fingered the medallion. It was cool. Not the cool of someone channeling nearby—maybe they were still at it below, but that was too far off—just the cool of silver. He had no notion what this fellow was, except that he certainly was not human, but between that burn and three stab wounds, with the knife hilt still jutting out beneath his arm, he had to be slowed enough for Mat to get past him to the stairs. Avenging Elayne was all very well, and Nalesean too, but it was not going to happen today, apparently, and there was no call to supply a reason for avenging Mat Cauthon.
Jerking the knife out of his side, the man hurled it at him. Mat snagged it out of the air without thinking. Thom had taught him to juggle, and Thom said he had the quickest hands he had ever seen. Ripping the knife around so he held it properly, pointed slanted up, he noticed the gleaming blade, and his heart sank. No blood. There should have been at least a smear of red, but the steel shone, bright and clean. Maybe even three stab wounds were not going to slow this—whatever he was.
He risked a glance over his shoulder. The other men were streaming out of that door they had pried open, the door those footprints had led him to yesterday, but their arms seemed full of rubbish, small half-rotted chests, a cask with cloth-wrapped objects bulging through missing staves, even a broken chair and a cracked mirror. They must have had orders to take everything. Paying no attention whatever to Mat, they hurried toward the far end of the hall and vanished around a corner. There had to be another set of stairs back there. Maybe he could follow them down at a distance. Maybe . . . Just before the doorway they had come out of, Vanin made another effort to stand, and fell back. Mat bit back a curse. Lugging Vanin was going to slow him, but if his luck was in . . . it had not saved Elayne, but maybe . . . From the corner of his eye, he saw her move, lifting a hand to her head.
The man in the gray coat saw it, too. With a smile, he turned toward her.
Sighing, Mat tucked the useless knife into its scabbard. “You can’t have her,” he said loudly. Promises.  It made a low hum as he whirled it in a double loop.  He started forward, keeping the medallion spinning. The first step was the hardest, but he had a promise to keep.
The fellow’s smile faded. Watching the flashing foxhead warily, he backed away on his toes. The same light that glittered on the whirling silver, from the single window, made a halo around him. If Mat could drive him that far, maybe he could see whether a six-story drop would do what a knife could not.
Brand livid on his face, the fellow backed away, sometimes half-reaching as if to try grabbing past the medallion. And suddenly, he darted to one side, into one of the rooms. This one had a door that he pulled shut behind him. Mat heard the bar drop.
Maybe he should have left it there, but without thinking, he raised a foot and slammed the heel of his boot against the center of the door. Dust leaped off the rough wood. A second kick, and rotten bar-catches gave way, along with a rusted hinge. The door fell in, hanging at a slanted angle.
The room was not entirely dark. A little light reached it from the window at the end of the hall, just one door away, and a broken triangle of mirror leaning against the far wall spread a faint illumination. That mirror let him see everything without going in. Aside from that and a piece of a chair, there was nothing else to see. The only openings were the doorway and a rathole beside the mirror, but the man in the gray coat was gone.
“Mat,” Elayne called faintly. He hurried away from the room as much as toward her. There was shouting somewhere below, but Nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment.
Elayne was sitting up, working her jaw and wincing, when he knelt beside her. Dust covered her dress, her hat hung askew, some of the plumes broken, and her red-gold hair looked as if she had been dragged by it. “He hit me so hard,” she said painfully. “I don’t think anything is broken, but . . . ” Her eyes latched on to his, and if he had ever thought she looked at him as if he were a stranger, he saw it for true now. “I saw what you did, Mat. With him. We might as well have been chickens in a box with a weasel. Channeling wouldn’t touch him; the flows melted the way they do with your . . . ” Glancing at the medallion still hanging from his fist, she drew a breath that did interesting things to that oval cut-out. “Thank you, Mat. I apologize for everything I ever did or thought.” She sounded as though she really meant it. “I keep building up toh toward you,” she smiled ruefully, “but I am not going to let you beat me. You are going to have to let me save you at least once to balance matters.”
“I’ll see what I can arrange,” he said dryly, stuffing the medallion into a coat pocket. Toh? Beat her? Light! The woman was definitely spending too much time with Aviendha.
Once he helped her to her feet, she looked at the hallway, at Vanin with his blood-smeared face, and the women lying where they had fallen, and she grimaced. “Oh, Light!” she breathed.  Despite the situation, he gave a start. It was not just that he had never expected to hear those words out of her mouth; they seemed peculiar, as if she knew the sounds but not the meanings. Somehow, they made her sound younger than she looked.
Shaking off his arm, she discarded her hat, just tossing it aside, and hurried to kneel beside the nearest Wise Woman, Reanne, and take her head in both hands. The woman lay limp, face down and arms stretched out as though she had been tripped up running. Toward the room everyone had been after, toward her attacker, not away.
“This is beyond me,” Elayne muttered. “Where is Nynaeve? Why didn’t she come up with you, Mat? Nynaeve!” she shouted toward the stairs.
“No need to shriek like a cat,” Nynaeve growled, appearing in the stairwell. She was looking back over her shoulder down the stairs, though.  She carried her hat, and shook it at whoever she was shouting at. “You let her get away, too, and I’ll box your ears till you hear bells next year!”
 “The Light shine on us,” she breathed, hurrying to bend over Janira. One touch, and she straightened, wincing painfully. He could have told her the woman was dead. Nynaeve seemed to take death personally. Giving herself a shake, she went on to the next, Tamarla, and this time it appeared there was something she could Heal. It also appeared Tamarla’s injuries were not simple, because she knelt over her, frowning. “What happened here, Mat?” she demanded without looking around at him. Her tone made him sigh; he might have known she would decide it was his fault. “Well, Mat? What happened? Will you speak up, man, or do I have to—” He never learned what threat she intended to offer.
Lan had followed Nynaeve out of the stairwell, of course, with Sumeko right at his heels. The stout Wise Woman took one look at the hall and immediately lifted her skirts and ran to Reanne. She did give Elayne one worried glance before lowering herself to her knees and beginning to move her hands over Reanne in an odd way. That was what pulled Nynaeve up short.
“What are you doing?” she said sharply. Not halting what she was doing to Tamarla, she spared the round-faced woman only short glances, but they were as piercing as her voice. “Where did you learn that?”
Sumeko gave a start, but her hands did not stop. “Forgive me, Aes Sedai,” she said in a breathless, disjointed rush. “I know I’m not supposed to . . .  I know I wasn’t supposed to keep trying to . . . I just wanted to learn, Aes Sedai. Please.”
“No, no, go on,” Nynaeve said absently. Most of her attention was fixed on the woman under her hands, but not all. “You seem to know a few things even I—That is to say, you have a very interesting way with the flows. I suspect you’ll find that a great many sisters want to learn from you.” Half under her breath, she added, “Maybe now they’ll leave me alone.” Sumeko could not have heard that last, but what she did hear dropped her chin to her considerable chest. Her hands barely paused, though.
“Elayne,” Nynaeve went on, “would you look for the Bowl, please? I suspect that door is the one.” She nodded to the correct door, standing open like half a dozen others. That made Mat blink until he saw two tiny cloth-wrapped bundles lying in front of it where the looters must have dropped them.
“Yes,” Elayne muttered. “Yes, I can do that much, at least.” Half-raising a hand toward Vanin, still on his knees, she let it fall with a sigh and strode through the doorway, which almost immediately emitted a cloud of dust and the sound of coughing.
The more-than-plump Wise Woman had not been the only one following Nynaeve and Lan.  Ieine’s jaw was set, her mouth tight; her face was half frightened certainty that she would be skinned alive for manhandling an Aes Sedai, and half determination to hold on no matter what. Nynaeve had that effect on people, sometimes. The Black sister was wide-eyed with terror, sagging so she surely would have fallen except for Ieine’s grip. She must have been shielded, certainly, and with equal surety she probably would have chosen being skinned to whatever was going to happen to her. Tears began leaking from her eyes, and her mouth sagged in silent sobs.
Behind them came Beslan, who gave a sad sigh at the sight of Nalesean and a sadder for the women, and then Harnan and three of the Redarms, Fergin and Gorderan and Metwyn. Three who had been at the front of the building.  They did not move as if they still had injuries. They looked very subdued, though.
“What happened at the back?” Mat asked quietly.
“Burn me if I know,” Harnan replied. “We walked right into a knot of shoulder thumpers with knives in the dark. There was one, moved like a snake . . . ” He shrugged, touching the bloodstained hole in his coat absentmindedly. “One of them got a knife into me, and the next I remember is opening my eyes with Nynaeve Sedai bending over me and Mendair and the others dead as yesterday’s mutton.”
Mat nodded. One who moved like a snake. And got out of rooms like one, too. He looked around the hallway. Reanne and Tamarla were on their feet—straightening their dresses, of course—and Vanin, peering into the room where Elayne was apparently trying out some more curses, seemingly with no more success than earlier. It was hard to tell because of the coughing. Nynaeve stood, helping up Sibella, a scrawny yellow-haired woman, and Sumeko was still working on Famelle, with her pale-honey hair and big brown eyes. But he was never going to admire Melore’s bosom again; Reanne knelt to straighten her limbs and close her eyes, while Tamarla performed the same service for Janira. Two Wise Women dead, and six of his Redarms. Killed by a . . . man . . . the Power would not touch.
“I’ve found it!” Elayne shouted excitedly. She strode back out into the hall holding a wide round bundle of rotted cloth she would not let Vanin take from her. Coated in gray from head to toe, she looked as if she had lain down and rolled in the dust.  Nobody argued. Oh, Nynaeve and Elayne insisted on all the men making sacks out of their jackets for things they rooted out of the room—they even loaded the Wise Women down, and themselves—and Reanne had to go down and recruit men to carry their dead down the boat landing, but nobody argued. He doubted if the Rahad had ever seen as odd a procession as made its way to the river, or one that moved more quickly.


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Compensation will be given to affected farmers: Minister
by Staff ReporterMinister for School Education, Sports and Youth Welfare K.A. Sengottaiyan has said that compensation of ₹ 5,400 per acre would be given to farmers whose crops were affected due to breach in the left bank of Lower Bhavani Project in Mallanaickanoor recently.
The Minister along with Minister for Environment K.C. Karuppannan in the presence of Collector C. Kathiravan and MLAs distributed assistance to the tune of Rs. 2.93 crore to 3,035 beneficiaries in Gobichettipalayam and Nambiyur blocks who submitted petitions during the Chief Minister Special Grievances Redressal Programme held in August.
Mr. Sengottaiyan said that 57,000 petitions were received from the public of which 32,000 were accepted.
So far, officials had assessed the damage to crops on 110 acre in three villages that were affected by flood. He added that new houses would be constructed for people whose houses were damaged beyond repairs.
The Minister said work on four lane had began on Chithode – Gobichettipalayam – Nilgiris road and Bhavani – Appakudal – Athani – Sathyamangalam road.
Check dams would be constructed across River Bhavani at ₹ 200 crore and a survey was being done for the work, he added.
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A discussion (*)
(*) I'll do most of the talking
Albert Albala
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This presentation is at
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More about you...
- Automated security updates?
- How much of your work goes into security updates?
- Docker?
- Automated testing?
A typical Drupal codebase
- Drupal Core
- Contrib modules
- Custom code
- Third-party libraries
- Generated code such as css from sass
- Example: Acquia
Things can get ugly...
- /patches folder
- No easy way to tell if patches have been applied
- No easy way to tell if core or contrib have been hacked
A separate build process
- drush make
- Docker
- composer
Demo: Dcycle Drupal 8 Starterkit
Advantages of Docker
- We all know command-line already
- Not limited to Drupal
- Not limited to PHP
- Deploy anywhere, only one dependency required
Importance of the base image
- The official Drupal image can be out-of-date for days at a time
- The official Drupal image does not contain Drush
- Using dcycle/drupal or creating your own image
Demo
- Rebuild your base image outside of your project
- Steward Health Care base image
- Steward Health Care project
Checking for a more up-to-date image at build time
- Easier to update than not to
- ./scripts/deploy.sh
Types of issues I've encountered
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- New dependency on existing module
- Change in module does not cause image to fail, but causes issue on website
End-to-end testing
- A lot fewer end-to-end tests than unit tests
- Manual testing is error-prone
- Start with simple smoke tests
Continuous integration
- Rebuild the image with latest versions of code
- Run tests
Demo: continuous integration
Deploying to non-Docker production hosts
- A build script
- rsync
- in continuous integration
Conclusion
- Docker
- Continuous integration
- A build step
- Automated tests
Automatic security updates
for Drupal
Albert Albala
Dcycle
@alberto56
This presentation is at
github.com/alberto56/presentation-drupal-auto-security


new N(initialValue)
N is the core vehicle to store and manipulate arbitrarily long integers
This class is not intended for external use and is only used internally by the TPA class. It does not form any part of the TPA API. It is documented here for developer convenience and interest. The minified browser build gives no access to this class except except via the internals of Tpa objects
For efficiency reasons many methods do not have error checking or may make assumptions about the state of the number.
Any assumptions, however, are documented.
Parameters:
| Name | Type | Argument | Description |
|---|---|---|---|
initialValue |
Number | String | module:N~N |
<optional> |
The initial value assigned to this number. |
Throws:
-
If parameter passed is not one of the above or is badly formed.
- Type
- external:Error
Methods
-
<static> abs(number)
-
Create a positive version of the number given
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The number to copy and make positive
Returns:
A new number that is the positive version of number
- Type
- module:N~N
-
<static> getBASE()
-
The BASE to which all numbers are stored.
This is preset to 2^25 which is the optimal size.
However, it may be lower (not higher!) in order to test the integrity of internal representation and manipulation of numbers.
In the browser version this method is not available.Returns:
- Type
- Number
-
<static> setBASE(base)
-
Sets the BASE to which numbers are internally represented.
This should only be set for experimentation and testing purposes.
Any existing instances of Tpa will become corrupt or invalid once the base is changed.
In the browser version this method is not available.
Safe rule: Don't call this set method!Parameters:
Name Type Description base
Number The new BASE for number internal representation
-
abs()
-
Make this number positive
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
add(number)
-
Addition
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The number to add to this number
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
compare(comparison)
-
Compares two numbers
Note This function can only be called when both numbers are positivised (and hence normalised)
Parameters:
Name Type Description comparison
module:N~N The number to compare with this number
- Source:
- See:
Returns:
0 if equal, -1 if this < comparison, +1 if this > comparison
- Type
- number
-
digitDivide(digit)
-
Division by a single digit
The number provided must be less than BASE
Parameters:
Name Type Description digit
Number The number to multiply with
Returns:
The remainder
- Type
- Number
-
digitMultiply(digit)
-
Multiplication by a single digit
The number provided must be less than BASE
Parameters:
Name Type Description digit
Number The number to multiply with
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
divide(number)
-
Division
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The number to divide into this number
Throws:
-
If divisor is zero
- Type
- Error
Returns:
The remainder. Note: This number is not returned, unlike most other mutation operations
- Type
- module:N~N
-
-
isDivisibleBy(testDivisor)
-
Checks for divisibility.
The divisor must be positive and less than the BASE
Parameters:
Name Type Description testDivisor
Number The number to test as a factor of this number
Returns:
true
if this number is divisible by the test-divisor- Type
- Boolean
-
isNegative()
-
Returns:
true
if this number is negative, false if zero or positive- Type
- Boolean
-
isPositive()
-
Returns:
true
if this number is positive, false if zero or negative- Type
- Boolean
-
isZero()
-
Returns:
true
if this number is zero- Type
- Boolean
-
lsb()
-
Returns:
The least significant digit of the number or 0 if zero
- Type
- Number
-
multiply(number)
-
Multiplication
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The number to multiply this number
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
negate()
-
Make this number the opposite sign
If the number is positive it will be made negative, if negative it will be made positive
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
normalise(noReduction)
-
Ensures that all digits of this number are less than the BASE
Internal representation allows for digits to exceed BASE. Normalisation
is necessary where an impending operation depends on this not being the case.
Note also that normalisation does not remove negative digits that are
also permitted. Again, for some operations, negative digits are undesired
and the positivise method is required to remove them.Parameters:
Name Type Argument Default Description noReduction
Boolean <optional>
false set to true if we wish to keep any trailing zero digits
- Source:
- See:
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
positivise()
-
Removes any negative digits by carry over.
This function should only be called once it is established that the number is both positive overall
and is normalised.- Source:
- See:
-
quotient(number)
-
The quotient of this number after dividing it by the number given
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The divisor
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
random(digits)
-
Sets a number to a random value that is roughly the number of decimal digits given
Parameters:
Name Type Description digits
Number The number of decimal digits required
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
reset()
-
Resets number to zero
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
set(newValue)
-
Sets a new numeric value into this number
Parameters:
Name Type Description newValue
Number As per instantiation, setting Tpa with a JS native number is subject to accuracy constraints
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
subtract(number)
-
Subtraction
Parameters:
Name Type Description number
module:N~N The number to subtract from this number
Returns:
This number for chaining purposes
- Type
- module:N~N
-
toString()
-
Decimal value of this number
Returns:
The full decimal representation of this number
- Type
- String
-
value()
-
Gets the numeric value of this number
The JS native number returned is subject to accuracy constraints and thus this method is only useful
as an indicator. Indeed, for very large numbersinfinity
can be returned.Returns:
The value of this number accurate to within the bounds of JS native floating point number
- Type
- Number


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| Vesuvio | Ground beef, red onions, green peppers, black olives | 6.50$ |
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hp-levels(1) User Manuals hp-levels(1) NAME hp-levels - Supply Levels Utility DESCRIPTION Display bar graphs of current supply levels for supported HPLIP printers. SYNOPSIS hp-levels [DEVICE_URI|PRINTER_NAME] [MODE] [OPTIONS] PRINTER|DEVICE-URI To specify a device-URI: -d<device-uri> or --device=<device-uri> To specify a CUPS printer: -p<printer> or --printer=<printer> MODE Run in interactive mode: -i or --interactive OPTIONS Set the logging level: -l<level> or --logging=<level> <level>: none, info*, error, warn, debug (*default) Run in debug mode: -g (same as option: -ldebug) This help information: -h or --help Bar graph size: -s<size> or --size=<size> (current default=51) Use colored bar graphs: -c or --color (default is colorized) Bar graph character: -a<char> or --char=<char> (default is '/') AUTHOR HPLIP (Hewlett-Packard Linux Imaging and Printing) is an HP developed solution for printing, scanning, and faxing with HP inkjet and laser based printers in Linux. REPORTING BUGS The HPLIP Launchpad.net site https://launchpad.net/hplip is available to get help, report bugs, make suggestions, discuss the HPLIP project or otherwise contact the HPLIP Team. COPYRIGHT Copyright (c) 2001-14 Hewlett-Packard Development Company, L.P. This software comes with ABSOLUTELY NO WARRANTY. This is free software, and you are welcome to distribute it under certain conditions. See COPY‐ ING file for more details. Linux 2.0 hp-levels(1)


Chinese Treebank 8.0, Linguistic Data Consortium (LDC) Catalog Number LDC2013T21 and ISBN 1-58563-661-4, consists of approximately 1.5 million words of annotated and parsed text from Chinese newswire, government documents, magazine articles, various broadcast news and broadcast conversation programs, web newsgroups and weblogs.
The Chinese Treebank project began at the University of Pennsylvania in 1998, continued at the University of Colorado and then moved to Brandeis University. The project's goal is to provide a large, part-of-speech tagged and fully bracketed Chinese language corpus. The first delivery, Chinese Treebank 1.0, contained 100,000 syntactically annotated words from Xinhua News Agency newswire. It was later corrected and released in 2001 as Chinese Treebank 2.0 (LDC2001T11) and consisted of approximately 100,000 words. The LDC released Chinese Treebank 4.0 (LDC2004T05), an updated version containing roughly 400,000 words, in 2004. A year later, LDC published the 500,000 word Chinese Treebank 5.0 (LDC2005T01). Chinese Treebank 6.0 (LDC2007T36), released in 2007, consisted of 780,000 words. Chinese Treebank 7.0 (LDC2010T08), released in 2010, added new annotated newswire data, broadcast material and web text to the approximate total of one million words. Chinese Treebank 8.0 adds new annotated data from newswire, magazine articles and government documents.
There are 3,007 text files in this release, containing 71,369 sentences, 1,620,561 words, 2,589,848 characters (hanzi or foreign). The data is provided in UTF-8 encoding, and the annotation has Penn Treebank-style labeled brackets. Details of the annotation standard can be found in the enclosed segmentation, POS-tagging and bracketing guidelines. The data is provided in four different formats: raw text, word segmented, word segmented and POS-tagged, and syntactically bracketed formats. All files were automatically verified and manually checked.
Please see file.tbl for a complete file list as well as checksums for this publication.
This work was supported in part by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency GALE Program Grant No. HR0011-06-0022 and BOLT Program No. HR0011-11-C-0145. The content of this publication does not necessarily reflect the position or the policy of the Government, and no official endorsement should be inferred.
Additional information, updates, bug fixes may be available in the LDC catalog entry for this corpus at LDC2013T21.
Portions © 2006 Agence France Presse, © 2006 Anhui TV, © 2005 Cable News Network, LP, LLLP, © 2000-2001 China Broadcasting System, © 2000-2001, 2005-2006 China Central TV, © 2000-2001 China National Radio, © 2006 Chinanews.com, © 2000-2001 China Television System, © 2006 Guangming Daily, © 2006 National Broadcasting Company, Inc. © 2006 New Tang Dynasty TV, © 2006 Peoples Daily Online, © 2005-2006 Phoenix TV, © 1996-2001 Sinorama Magazine, © 1997 The Government of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region, © 1994-1998, 2006 Xinhua News Agency, © 2001, 2004, 2005, 2007, 2009, 2010, 2013 Trustees of the University of Pennsylvania


Jsonary Undo/Redo Plugin
- jsonary.js - the core Jsonary library
- plain.jsonary.js - a default set of renderers, that look similar to plain JSON
- plain.jsonary.css - the stylesheet used by the above renderers
- jsonary.undo.js - the undo/redo plugin
How it works
Internally, Jsonary uses the "JSON Patch" format to communicate changes to the data. When a change listener is registered, and data changes are made, the listener is passed an object representing the JSON Patch that was applied, along with the document it was applied to.
So to obtain an "undo history", we simply have to collect these patch/document pairs.
Jsonary.registerChangeListener(function (patch, document) { undoList.push({patch: patch, document: document}); });
We can then create a method Jsonary.undo()
that pops off the latest change from this list, reverses it, and applies the resulting patch to the appropriate document.
Jsonary.extend({ undo: function () { var lastChange = undoList.pop(); if (lastChange != undefined) { lastChange.document.patch(lastChange.patch.inverse()); } } });
Actually, the full code is slightly more complicated than that, because when the patch is applied, the change listener callback is called again. It also maintains a "redo" list.
However, it is still extremely short: have a look!
Working example
Try editing this item, and then pressing CTRL+Z, CTRL+SHIFT+Z or CTRL+Y (Mac users should be able to use CMD instead).


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Few days ago I attended a session here in ITWorx called Engineering Processes. It was a very good session by an excellent speaker Alyaa Ali from the process improvement team.
I confess that before the session I wasn’t know enough and clear information of the CMMi and its parts and how we apply it, which have changed – thanks for Alyaa – after attending this great session.
But what I want to talk about now is a different thing. I got an idea during the session and I can’t stop thinking in it, so I’m writing it now to know your comments about it.
Let’s start with a simple question, why clients
want software at all? Why they pay a lot of money in it?
As the question is simple, the answer is simple too. In abstract,
as we learned in faculty, clients need software to automate their
current ordinal paper based system. I know that this is a very abstract
answer – which may you have comments about it - but can you put it in
mind just for a while.
Back to the Alyaa’s great session about Engineering Processes or exactly
about CMMi.
She shows us many documents that are used during the software
development phases.
Shoe also mentioned a lot tools that is used through different phases by
different members having different roles.
This led me to think about the software development from a little different perspective, which can be summarized into the following points:
Software development all in all is an industry like any of our clients’ industry.
We use a lot of documents in our work.
We have many roles in the software development process, having different view points, having different activities in the process.
Software development is a complicated process that is hard to manage.
All these and many other – which I can’t list all of them now – have
led me to a final big idea.
Software development process needs an automation system that automates its activities, and achieves the goals that any automated system targets in its life environment.
I know it looks a crazy idea and unfeasible. But I think it worth thinking and worth a trail of us.
Finally remember that all human achievements, begin with ideas that looks unfeasible and some times begins with dreams


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Apollo 11 was the first manned landing on the moon. This is when the American flag was put on the moon by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.


{% extends "help.html" %} {% load static %} {% block title %}Documentation - Manage Account{% endblock %} {% block content_help %}
The user menu is located in the upper right corner of the page. Before logging in, Sign Up and Log In links are shown. After logging in, the username is displayed with an icon to open a drop-down menu.
| My Simulations | shows a history of all simulations run with your account |
|---|---|
| Profile | the main page for viewing and modifying account details |
| Log out | log out of website and return to home page |
When logged in, you can access your {% if user.is_authenticated %} profile {% else %} profile {% endif %} page from the user menu. The profile page shows key details about your account and contains links to update your username, email, and password. If you wish to delete your account, you will find the link at the bottom of your profile page.
While FaiRDy is a lightweight framework for characterizing the reliability of storage systems over their lifecycle, it still requires a certain amount of compute and memory to process the simulations. For this reason and because the server is hosted on hardware at the University of Stavanger, new accounts have a Block Cycle Limit, which limits the amount of simulations within a month. Block Cycle Limit is calculated as the size of the storage system (in blocks) multiplied by the number of cycles. New accounts have a default Block Cycle Limit of 500 million, your remaining credits are shown with a progress bar on your profile page. Considering that most systems reveal few additional insights after 100 cycles, the default limit allows you to run 100 simulations with up to 50,000 total blocks in each system. This should be sufficient for most cases to casually explore the effects of erasure code parameters on storage system life cycles, but please contact us if you would like to request an increase in your limit.
You will not be able to run simulation until you verify your email address by clicking a link we email to you. If you have not received a validation email, check your spam folder, or use the links on your profile page to send a new confirmation or change your email address. Note that changing your email will require you validate the new email address before running any simulations.
If you wish to delete your FaiRDy account we will remove all of your personal information from our database. Either follow the link in your profile page, or click here. The simulations you have ran with your account will remain in our database, but they will no longer be associated with your former username. You must enter your password to delete your account, if you have forgotten your password, first reset your password here, then follow the delete link from your profile page after validating your email.
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A Bare Bones Express Framework.
Why Facile
Facile pronounced "fasal" is a bare metal unopinionated Framework
that organizes your api but makes little to no opinions on how
to go about it.
Typescript First
We love Typescript and consider it a must for the large robust applications
of today. This is particularly true when working with multiple developers
or on teams. It makes refactoring a breeze and speeds up development of
team members due by making the api clear and understandable.
Facile Without Typescript
Can I use Facile without Typescript? Absolutely! Facile is provided as an
external module and can be used with or without Typescript. In fact it
is may be more efficient when prototyping to not use Typescript.
Kits
For those that would like a litle better starting point to get your feet
wet, checkout one of the Facile kits!
Basic Usage
// Please see "kits" for more detailed examples.
import { facile, IConfig, IPolicies,
IRoutes, Service, Filter,
Controller } from './';
import * as expressSession from 'express-session';
let config: IConfig = {
host: '<IP_ADDRESS>',
port: 3000
}
let session = expressSession({
secret: 'keyboard cat',
resave: false,
saveUninitialized: true,
cookie: { secure: true }
});
let policy: IPolicies = {
'*': true,
DefaultController: {
index: 'DefaultFilter.isAuthenticated'
}
};
let routes: IRoutes = {
'/': 'DefaultController.index'
};
class DefaultService extends Service {
capitalize(str: string) {
return str.charAt(0).toUpperCase() + str.slice(1);
}
}
class DefaultFilter extends Filter {
isAuthenticated(req, res, next) {
next();
}
}
class DefaultController extends Controller {
index(req, res, next) {
this.log.debug('Test controller works!');
res.send('test');
}
}
// NOTE: You can also register objects
// of like components. You can also specify
// custom names for any component.
//
// .registerComponent('MyController', SomeController)
// .registerComponent({
// MyController: SomeController
// })
facile
.registerMiddleware('session', session)
.registerPolicy(policy)
.registerComponent(DefaultService)
.registerComponent(DefaultFilter)
.registerComponent(DefaultController)
.registerRoute(routes)
.start(config);


Code-Generation-as-a-Service (CGaaS) makes it ever more easy for you to provide up-to-date SDKs for your API. Just add the following lines in your developer portal / documentation or any webpage. Once included, the javascript renders APIMATIC widget in the corresponding Div element as shown below.


This will look at the root of a GitHub reference for .jervis.yml for the branches and tags filtering. You can customize the name of the YAML file searched for if you like.
For Tags:
For Branches:
branches:
only:
- main
By default Jervis will generate Jenkins jobs for all branches that have a .jervis.yml file. You can control and limit this behavior by specifying the branches or tags key in your .jervis.yml.
You can either create an allow list of branches (only) or a block list of branches (except) to be built.
# block branches from building
branches:
except:
- legacy
- experimental
# allow only these branches
branches:
only:
- main
- stable
The same YAML can be applied to tags.
# block tags from building
tags:
except:
- .*-rc
- .*-beta
# allow only these tags
tags:
only:
- v[.0-9]+
If you specify both only and except, then except will be ignored. .jervis.yml needs to be present on all branches you want to be built. .jervis.yml will be interpreted in the context of that branch so if you specify an allow list in your main branch, then it will not propagate to other branches.
You can use regular expressions to allow or block branches:
branches:
only:
- main
- /^[.0-9]+-hotfix$/
Any name surrounded with / in the list of branches is treated as a regular expression. The expression will use Pattern.compile to compile the regex string into a Groovy regular expression.


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Mizuki gets confessed to by a boy in front of a special Mirror. Legend has it, that if you confess to someone you like in front of that mirror your wish comes true! There is a slight Problem in this Equation: Mizuki is just a very feminine looking boy. Also it seems that he caught the Attention of the Norse Trickster God Loki while glancing into the Mirror. Loki decides out of boredom to mess with Mizuki and turns him into a real Girl.
When the Wischtech threatened to invade the fiefs of Szaalanden, the Emperor dispatched fourteen youths. Of these, the Seven Heroes halted the invasion to herald a time of prosperity while the four Lances of Betrayal were supposedly defeated. Two decades later, the Lances of Betrayal have reappeared and formed a bandit militia near the frontier fief Gormbark.  He is identified as the boy, Kóinzell, and becomes as much an object of fear as of hope even as his own past, motivations, and purpose are a mystery to those he meets on his journey.
From the author of Deadman Wonderland comes a new saga. A recent string of murders done by a group in black has the marked characteristic of leaving a fake animal head at the scene of the crime. Soon enough, the teenager head of the Kakujou family finds himself involved with such a group, struck by the loss of his sister.
As his classmates celebrate their middle school graduation, one student's mind seems to be elsewhere; his name is Mirai and he has a dark secret. All humans deserve to find happiness, but Mirai may need some salvation from above in the form of an angel.
The story is about class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Middle School where every morning they greet their sensei with a massive firing squad. The sensei is a weird combination of an alien and a octopus that moves at speeds of mach-20. It turns out this creature was responsible for the destruction of the moon, rendering it forever in a crescent shape. He has announced that he will destroy the world in one year. The creature will teach class 3-E how to assassinate him before the year is over.
Akame ga Kill! is a Japanese shōnen manga series written by Takahiro and illustrated by Tetsuya Tashiro. It started serialization in Square Enix's Gangan Joker in March 2010. The story focuses on Tatsumi who is a young villager that travels to the Capital to raise money for his home only to discover a strong corruption in the area. The assassin group known as Night Raid recruits the young man to help them in their fight against the Empire to end its corruption.
 One Night he decides to return a DVD to a friend of his and ventures out into the night. He notices a person on a nearby rooftop. The person lunges at him before he is able to make sense of this, and bites into his neck, drinking blood. The Attacker stops drinking blood. At this point Makoto notices, that the Attacker is a beautiful Girl.  He decides to live...
The story revolves around Kaiman, who does not remember who he was before he was transfigured by a Magic user. This transformation left him with a reptile's head, and a desire to find out the truth about who he really is. Accompanied by Nikaido, his female companion, he tracks down Magic Users in "The Hole" and unceremoniously chomps down on their head, hoping to find out who it was that put him in this state.


To have containers of multiple types in C++ is simply impossible because although C++ is not strongly typed it is statically typed. That means all types must be known at compile time. Please note that I am excluding tuples and pairs as containers.
But there are ways to simulate or fake heterogeneous containers. One approach is to use polymorphism and have containers of pointers. There are several variations of this approach. They are all inefficient especially for larger datasets because they break cache locality. Another approach is to use containers of std::variant. In this case if you need to support a new type you must modify your code. Also, for large datasets std::variant could waste a lot of unnecessary memory space.
DataFrame solves the problem differently. It uses static containers in conjunction with meta-programming to simulate heterogenous containers that can support any type without having to modify code and keeps column data in contiguous memory space and does not use unnecessary memory.