Nynaeve did want to talk to Elayne, away from the innkeeper’s ears, but she did not find the chance right away. The woman marched them out of the room doing a fine imitation of a guard on prisoners, her stony impatience undented by the wary look she cast at Mat’s door.  A large pot of the coarse white porridge that was eaten for breakfast hereabout bubbled gently on one of the white-tiled stoves.
“Enid,” Mistress Anan addressed the round woman, “I am going out for a little while. I need to take these two children to someone who has time to mother them properly.”
 Everything about her was round, her sweaty olive-skinned face, her dark eyes, all of her; she seemed made of very large balls stuffed into a dress. The marriage knife she wore hanging outside her snowy apron sparkled with a full dozen stones. “Is this the pair of barkers Caira was chattering about, Mistress? Fancy bits for the young Lord’s taste, I’d have said. He likes them with a bit of wiggle.” That amused her, by her tone.
The innkeeper shook her head in vexation. “I told that girl to hold her tongue. I won’t let that sort of rumor touch The Wandering Woman. Remind Caira for me, Enid, and use your spoon to get her attention, if need be.” The gaze she turned on Nynaeve and Elayne was so disparaging that Nynaeve nearly gasped. “Would anyone with half their wits believe these two were Aes Sedai? Spent all their coin on dresses to impress the man, and now they’d starve unless they smile for him. Aes Sedai!” Giving Enid no chance to answer, she seized Nynaeve’s ear with her right hand, Elayne’s with her left, and in three quick steps had them out into the stableyard.
That was as long as Nynaeve’s shock held. Then she pulled free, or tried to, because the woman let go at the same instant and she stumbled half a dozen paces, glaring indignantly. She had not bargained for being dragged about. Elayne’s chin rose, her blue eyes so cold Nynaeve would not have been surprised to see frost forming in her curls.
Hands on hips, Mistress Anan seemed not to notice. Or perhaps she simply did not care. “I can hope no one in there believes Caira after that,” she said calmly. “If I could have been sure you had the wits to keep your mouths shut, I’d have said and done more, and made certain.” She was calm, but not at all pleasant or soft; they had troubled her morning. “Now follow me and don’t get lost. Or if you do, do not show your faces anywhere near my inn again, or I’ll send somebody to the palace to tell Merilille and Teslyn. They are two of the real sisters, and they’ll probably rip you each down the middle and share you out.”
Elayne shifted her gaze from the innkeeper to Nynaeve. Not a glare, or a frown, yet a very meaning look just the same. Nynaeve wondered whether she was going to be able to go through with this. The thought of Mat convinced her; any chance was better than that.
“We won’t lose ourselves, Mistress Anan,” she said, striving for meekness. She thought she did fairly well, considering how foreign meekness was to her. “Thank you for helping us.” Smiling at the innkeeper, she did her best to ignore Elayne, whose stare became more meaningful, hard as that was to credit. Looks or no looks, she had to make sure the woman continued to think them worth the trouble. “We are truly grateful, Mistress Anan.”
Mistress Anan eyed her askance, then sniffed and shook her head. When this was done, Nynaeve decided, she was going to drag the innkeeper to the palace, if need be, and make the other sisters acknowledge her in Mistress Anan’s presence.
This early, the stableyard was empty save for a lone boy of ten or twelve with a bucket and a sieve who sprinkled water to dampen the hard-packed ground against dust.  Sounds like a huge frog being stepped on floated out; Nynaeve decided it was a man singing. Would they have to ride to reach their destination? Even a short journey would not be pleasant; walking only across the square and meaning to be back before the sun rose very high, they had brought neither hats nor parasols nor hooded cloaks.
Mistress Anan led them through the stableyard, however, down a narrow alleyway between the stable and a high wall that had drought-bedraggled trees poking above the top. Someone’s garden, no doubt. A small gate at the end let into a dusty alley so cramped dawn had not completely reached it yet.
“You children keep up now, mind you,” the innkeeper told them, starting away down the dim alley. “You lose yourselves, and I vow I’ll go to the palace myself.”
Nynaeve took a grip on her braid with both hands as she followed, to keep them from the Anan woman’s throat. How she yearned for her first gray hairs. First the other Aes Sedai, then the Sea Folk—Light, she did not want to think about them!—and now an innkeeper!
Elayne was lifting her skirts out of the dust, though their slippers still kicked up little puffs that settled on the hems of their dresses. “Let me see,” Elayne said softly, looking straight ahead. Softly, but coolly. Very coolly, in fact. She had a way of slashing someone to tatters without letting her tone heat that Nynaeve admired. Usually. Now, it just made her want to box the other woman’s ears. “We could be back in the palace drinking blueberry tea and enjoying the breezes while we waited for Master Cauthon to move his belongings. Perhaps Aviendha and Birgitte might return with something useful. We could finally be settling exactly what to do with the man. Do we simply follow him along the streets of the Rahad and see what happens, or take him into buildings that look likely, or let him choose? There must be a hundred worthwhile uses for this morning, including deciding whether it’s safe to go back to Egwene—ever—after that bargain the Sea Folk wrung out of us. We have to talk about that sooner or later; ignoring it won’t help. Instead, we are off on a walk of who knows what length, squinting into the sun the whole way if we keep on as we are, to visit women who feed runaways from the Tower. Myself, I don’t have much interest in catching runaways this morning or any morning. But I’m sure you can explain it so I will understand. I do so want to understand, Nynaeve. I would hate to think I’m going to kick you the length of the Mol Hara for nothing.”
Nynaeve’s eyebrows drew down. Kick her? Elayne really was becoming violent, spending so much time with Aviendha. Someone ought to slap some sense into that pair. “The sun isn’t high enough to make us squint yet,” she muttered. It would be soon, unfortunately. “Think, Elayne.  She felt guilty sometimes, using the term wilders; in the mouths of most Aes Sedai, it was an insult, but she intended to make them speak it as a badge of pride one day. “And she called them ‘the Circle.’ That doesn’t sound like a few friends to me. It sounds organized.” The alley meandered between high walls and the backs of buildings, many showing bare brick through the plaster, between palace gardens and shops where an open back door revealed silversmiths or tailors or wood-carvers at work. Every so often Mistress Anan looked over her shoulder to make sure they still followed. Nynaeve gave her smiles and nods she hoped would convey eagerness.
“Nynaeve, if two women who could channel made a society, the Tower would fall on them like a pack of wolves. How would Mistress Anan know whether they can or not, anyway? Women who can and aren’t Aes Sedai do not go about making a show of themselves, you know. Not for very long, anyway. In any case, I can’t see it makes a difference. Egwene might want to bring every woman who can channel into the Tower somehow, but that is not what we are about here.” The frosty patience in Elayne’s voice tightened Nynaeve’s hands on her braid. How could the woman be so dense? She bared her teeth again for Mistress Anan, and managed not to scowl at the innkeeper’s back when her head turned forward once more.
“Fifty women isn’t two,” Nynaeve whispered fiercely. They could channel; they must be able to; everything hinged on that. “It’s beyond reason that this Circle can be in the same city with a storeroom packed full of angreal and such without at least knowing of it. And if they do . . . ” She could not keep satisfaction from honeying her voice. “ . . . we’ll have found the Bowl without Master Matrim Cauthon. We can forget those absurd promises.”
“They were not a bribe, Nynaeve,” Elayne said absently. “I will keep them, and so will you, if you have any honor, and I know you do.” She was spending entirely too much time with Aviendha. Nynaeve wished she knew why Elayne had begun thinking they all had to follow this preposterous Aiel ji-whatever-it-was.
Elayne bit her underlip, frowning. All that iciness seemed to have vanished; she was herself again, apparently. Finally she said, “We would never have gone to the inn without Master Cauthon, so we’d never have met the remarkable Mistress Anan or been taken to this Circle. So if the Circle does lead us to the Bowl, we have to say he was the root cause.”
Mat Cauthon; his name boiled in her head. Nynaeve stumbled over her own feet and let go of her braid to lift her skirts. The alley was hardly as smooth as a paved square much less a palace floor. At times, Elayne in a taking was better than Elayne thinking clearly. “Remarkable,” she muttered. “I’ll ‘remarkable’ her till her eyes cross. No one has ever treated us this way, Elayne, not even people who doubted, not even the Sea Folk. Most people would step wary if a ten-year-old said she was Aes Sedai.”
“Most people don’t really know what an Aes Sedai’s face looks like, Nynaeve. I think she went to the Tower once; she knows things she couldn’t, otherwise.”
Nynaeve snorted, glowering at the back of the woman striding ahead. Setalle Anan might have been to the Tower ten times, a hundred, but she was going to acknowledge Nynaeve al’Meara as Aes Sedai. And apologize. And learn what it was like to be hauled about by her ear, too! Mistress Anan glanced back, and Nynaeve flashed her a rigid smile, nodded as if her neck was a hinge. “Elayne? If these women do know where the Bowl is . . . We don’t have to tell Mat how we found it.” That was not quite a question.
“I do not see why,” Elayne replied, then dashed all her hopes by adding, “But I’ll have to ask Aviendha to be sure.”
If she had not thought the Anan woman might abandon them on the spot, Nynaeve would have screamed.
The wandering alley gave way to a street, and there was no talking then to amount to anything. The sun’s thin rim glared blindingly above the rooftops ahead; Elayne shaded her eyes with one hand very ostentatiously. Nynaeve refused to. It was not that bad. She barely had to squint at all, really. A clear blue sky mocked her weather sense, that still told her a storm was right on top of the city.
Even this early a few brightly lacquered coaches were about in the winding streets, and a double fistful of brighter sedan chairs, two or sometimes four barefoot bearers in green-and-red striped vests to each, trotting because they carried passengers hidden behind the grilled wooden screens. Carts and wagons rumbled over the paving stones, and people began to fill the streets as shop doors opened and awnings went up, vested apprentices hurrying on errands and men with great rolled carpets balanced on their shoulders, tumblers and jugglers and musicians readying themselves at likely corners and hawkers with their trays of pins or ribbons or shabby fruit. The open-sided fish-and meat-markets had long since been in full cry; all the fishmongers were women, and most of the butchers, too, except those dealing in beef.
Dodging through the crowds, past the coaches and sedan chairs and wagons that seemed to think they had no reason to slow, Mistress Anan set a fast pace to make up for interruptions. There were plenty of those. She seemed to be a well-known woman, hailed by shopkeepers and craftsmen and other innkeepers standing in their doorways. The shopkeepers and craftsmen received a few words, a pleasant nod, but she always stopped to chat a moment with the innkeepers. After the first, Nynaeve wished fervently that she would not again; after the second, she prayed for it. After the third she stared straight ahead and tried in vain not to hear. Elayne’s face grew tighter and tighter, colder and colder; her chin rose till it was a wonder she could see to walk.
There was a reason, Nynaeve had to admit grudgingly. In Ebou Dar, someone wearing silk might stroll the length of a square, maybe, but no further. Everybody else in sight wore wool or linen, seldom with much embroidery, except for an occasional beggar who had acquired a cast-off silk garment, frayed on every edge and more hole than cloth. She just wished Mistress Anan had chosen some other explanation for why she was leading the pair of them through the streets. She wished she did not have to listen one more time to a tale of two flighty girls who had spent all their money on fine clothes to impress a man. Mat came out of it well, burn him. A fine young fellow, if Mistress Anan had not been married, a beautiful dancer with just a touch of the rogue. All of the women laughed. Not her or Elayne, though. Not the brainless little honeykissers—that was the word she used; Nynaeve could guess what it meant!—Honeykissers, penniless from chasing after a man and their purses full of brass bits and tin to fool fools, witless loobies who would have been reduced to beggary or theft had Mistress Anan not known someone who might give them work in the kitchen.
“She doesn’t have to stop at every inn in the city,” Nynaeve growled as she stalked away from The Stranded Goose, three broad stories with an innkeeper who wore large garnets at her ears despite the humble name. Mistress Anan hardly even glanced back to see they followed, now. “Do you realize we’ll never be able to show our own faces in any of those places!”
“I suspect that is exactly the point.” Every word out of Elayne’s mouth was chipped from ice. “Nynaeve, if you’ve sent us running after a wild pig . . . ” There was no need to complete the threat. With Birgitte and Aviendha to help, and they would, Elayne could make her life miserable until she was satisfied.
“They will take us right to the Bowl,” she insisted, flapping her hands to shoo a beggar with a horrible purple scar that obliterated one eye; she could recognize flour paste dyed with bluewort when she saw it. “I know they will.” Elayne sniffed in an offensively expressive manner.
Nynaeve lost count of the number of bridges they crossed, large and small, with barges poling beneath. The sun climbed its own height above the rooftops, then twice. The Anan woman did not follow even so straight a line as she might have—she really did seem to be going out of her way to find inns—but they continued generally east, and Nynaeve thought they must be nearing the river when the hazel-eyed woman suddenly rounded on them.
“You watch your tongues, now. Speak when you’re spoken to and not else. You embarrass me, and . . . ” With a final frown and a mutter half under her breath that she was probably making a mistake, she jerked her head for them to follow again, to a flat-roofed house right opposite.
It was not a large house, two stories without one balcony, cracked plaster and brick showing in several places, and hardly in an agreeable location, with the loud rattling of a weaver’s looms to one side and the acrid stinks of a dyer’s shop to the other.  As Nynaeve followed Mistress Anan in, she smiled. Somewhere in that house, a woman was channeling.
The square-jawed maid obviously knew Setalle Anan on sight, but her reaction was odd. She curtsied with a very real respect, yet she was plainly surprised to see her, and obviously doubtful about her being there. She almost fluttered before letting them in. Nynaeve and Elayne were greeted with no ambivalence, though. They were shown to a sitting room one flight up, and the maid told them firmly, “Don’t stir a toe and don’t touch anything, or you’ll catch the old what-for,” then vanished.
Nynaeve looked at Elayne.
“Nynaeve, one woman channeling doesn’t mean—” The feel changed, swelling for a moment, then subsiding, lower than before. “Even two women doesn’t mean anything,” Elayne protested, but she sounded doubtful. “That was the most ill-mannered maid I’ve ever seen.” She took a tall-backed red chair, and after a moment Nynaeve sat too, but she perched on the edge. From eagerness, not nerves. Not nerves at all.
The room was not grand, but the blue-and-white floor tiles glistened, and the pale green walls looked freshly painted. No trace of gilt showed anywhere, of course, yet fine carving covered the red chairs arrayed along the walls and several small tables of a darker blue than the tiles. The lamps hanging from sconces were clearly brass, polished till they shone. Carefully arranged evergreen branches filled the swept hearth, and the lintel above the fireplace was carved, not plain stonework. The carving seemed an odd choice—what people around Ebou Dar called the Thirteen Sins; a man with eyes that nearly filled his whole face for Envy, a fellow with his tongue hanging to his ankles for Gossip, a snarling, sharp-toothed man clutching coins to his chest for Greed, and so on—but all in all, it satisfied her very much. Whoever could afford that room could afford fresh plaster outside, and the only reason not to put it up was to keep low, avoiding notice.
The maid had left the door open, and suddenly voices coming up the hall drifted through.
“I cannot believe you brought them here.” The speaker’s tone was tight with incredulity and anger. “You know how careful we are, Setalle. You know more than you should, and you surely know that.”
“I am very sorry, Reanne,” Mistress Anan answered stiffly. “I suppose I didn’t think. I . . . submit myself, both to stand surety for these girls’ behavior and to your judgment.”
“Of course not!” Reanne’s tone was high with shock, now. “That is to say . . .  Setalle, I apologize for raising my voice. Say you forgive me.”
“You have no reason to apologize, Reanne.” The innkeeper managed to sound rueful and reluctant at the same time. “I did wrong to bring them.”
“No, no, Setalle. I shouldn’t have spoken to you so. Please, you must forgive me. Please do.”
The Anan woman and Reanne Corly entered the sitting room, and Nynaeve blinked in surprise. From the exchange, she had expected someone younger than Setalle Anan, but Reanne had hair more gray than not and a face full of what might have been smile lines, though they were creased in worry now. Why would the older woman humble herself so to the younger, and why would the younger allow it, however halfheartedly? Customs were different here, the Light knew, some more different than she liked to think about, yet not this much, surely. Of course, she had never gone very far toward being humble with the Women’s Circle back home, but this . . .
Of course, Reanne could channel—she had expected that; hoped for it, anyway—but she had not expected the strength. Reanne was not as strong as Elayne, or even Nicola—burn that wretched girl!—but she easily equaled Sheriam, say, or Kwamesa or Kiruna. Not many women possessed so much strength, and for all she herself bettered it by a fair margin, she was surprised to find it here. The woman must be one of the wilders; the Tower would have found a way to keep its hands on a woman like this if they had to hold her in a novice dress her whole life.
Nynaeve rose as they came through the doorway, smoothing her skirts. Not from nervousness, certainly; certainly not. Oh, but if only this came out right . . .
Reanne’s sharp blue eyes studied the two of them with the air of someone who had just found a pair of pigs in her kitchen, fresh from the sty and dripping mud.  “I suppose we’ll have to do something with them,” she murmured, “if they are what they claim.” Her voice was quite high even now, musical and almost youthful. As she finished speaking she gave a small start for some reason and eyed the innkeeper sideways, which set off another round of Mistress Anan’s reluctant apologies and Mistress Corly’s flustered attempts to deflect them. In Ebou Dar, when folk were truly being polite, apologies back and forth could flow for an hour.
Elayne had risen too, wearing a slightly fixed smile. She raised an eyebrow at Nynaeve, cupped her elbow in one hand and laid a finger against her cheek.
Nynaeve cleared her throat. “Mistress Corly, my name is Nynaeve al’Meara, and this is Elayne Trakand. We are looking for—”
“Setalle has told me all about you,” the blue-eyed woman cut in ominously. However many gray hairs on her head, Nynaeve suspected she was also hard as a stone fence. “Abide with patience, girl, and I’ll deal with you directly.” She turned back to Setalle, blotting her cheeks with the handkerchief. Barely suppressed diffidence once more tinged her voice. “Setalle, if you will please excuse me, I must question these girls, and—”
“Look who is returned after all these years,” a short, stout woman in her middle years blurted as she barged into the room, nodding at her companion. Despite her red-belted Ebou Dari dress and a tanned face that glistened damply, her accents were pure Cairhienin.  “It’s Garenia! She—” The flow of words terminated abruptly in confusion as the stout woman realized others were present.
Reanne clasped her hands as if in prayer, or perhaps because she wanted to hit someone.  The Saldaean became intent on fiddling with a circle of red stones pinned at her breast.
For Nynaeve’s part, she gave Elayne a triumphant look. Both newcomers could channel, and saidar was still being wielded somewhere in the house. Two more, and while Berowin was not very strong, Garenia stood even above Reanne; she could match Lelaine or Romanda. Not that that mattered, of course, yet this made at least five. Elayne’s chin set stubbornly, but then she sighed and gave a small nod. Sometimes it took the most incredible effort to convince her of anything.
“Your name is Garenia?” Mistress Anan said slowly, frowning at the woman in question. “You look very much like someone I met once. Zarya Alkaese.”
Dark tilted eyes blinked in surprise. Plucking a lace-trimmed handkerchief from her sleeve, the Saldaean merchant touched her cheeks. “That is my grandmother’s sister’s name,” she said after a moment. “I’m told I favor her strongly. Was she well when you saw her? She forgot her family completely after she went off to become Aes Sedai.”
“Your grandmother’s sister.” The innkeeper laughed softly. “Of course. She was well when I saw her, but that was a long time ago. I was younger than you are now.”
Reanne had been hovering at her side, all but grabbing her elbow, and now she leaped in. “Setalle, I truly am sorry, but I really must ask you to excuse us. You will forgive me not showing you to the door?”
Mistress Anan made her own apologies, as if she was at fault because the other woman could not escort her down, and departed with a last, very dubious look at Nynaeve and Elayne.
“Setalle!” Garenia exclaimed as soon as the innkeeper was gone. “That was Setalle Anan? How did she—? Light of Heaven! Even after seventy years, the Tower would—”
“Garenia,” Mistress Corly said in an extremely sharp tone. Her stare was sharper still, and the Saldaean’s face reddened. “Since you two are here, we can make up the three for questioning. You girls stay where you are and keep silent.” That last was for Nynaeve and Elayne. The other women withdrew to a corner in a huddle and began conversing in soft murmurs.
Elayne moved nearer Nynaeve. “I did not like being treated as a novice when I was a novice. How long do you intend to continue this farce?”
Nynaeve hissed at her for quiet. “I’m trying to listen, Elayne,” she whispered.
Using the Power was out of the question, of course. The three would have known on the instant. Fortunately, they wove no barriers, perhaps not knowing how, and sometimes their voices rose just enough.
“ . . . said they may be wilders,” Reanne said, and shock and revulsion bloomed on the other women’s faces.
“Then we show them the door,” Berowin said. “The back door. Wilders!”
“I still want to know who this Setalle Anan is,” Garenia put in.
 Alise knows how to concentrate a mind wonderfully. Now . . . ” The words dropped back to a buzz.
Another maid appeared, a slender woman, pretty except for a sullen expression, with a rough gray woolen dress and a long white apron. Setting a green-lacquered tray on one of the small tables, she surreptitiously wiped her cheeks with a corner of her apron and began fussing with blue-glazed cups and a matching teapot. Nynaeve’s eyebrows rose. This woman could channel, too, if not to any high degree. What was she doing as a servant?
Garenia glanced over her shoulder, and gave a start. “What did Derys do to earn penance? I thought fish would sing the day she cracked a rule, much less broke one.”
Berowin sniffed loudly, but her reply was barely audible. “She wanted to marry. She will advance a turn and go with Keraille the day after the Feast of the Half Moon. That will settle for Master Denal.”
“Perhaps you both wish to hoe the fields for Alise?” Reanne spoke dryly, and the voices fell again.
Nynaeve felt a rush of exultation. She did not care much for rules, at least for other people’s rules—other people rarely saw the situation as clearly as she, and thus made stupid rules; why should that woman, Derys, not marry if she wished, for example?—but rules and penances spoke of a society. She was right. And another thing. She nudged Elayne until the other woman bent her head.
“Berowin’s wearing a red belt,” she whispered. That indicated a Wise Woman, one of Ebou Dar’s fabled healers, their care known far and wide as the next best to being Healed by an Aes Sedai, curing just about anything. Supposedly it was all done with herbs and knowledge, but . . . “How many Wise Women have we seen, Elayne? How many could channel? How many were Ebou Dari, or even Altaran?”
“Seven, counting Berowin,” was the slow answer, “and only one I was sure was from here.” Hah! The others plainly had not been. Elayne took a deep breath, though she went on softly. “None had anywhere near these women’s strength, though.” At least she had not suggested they were mistaken somehow; all of those Wise Women had been able.  That would be beyond incredible.”
“Elayne, this city has a guild for the men who sweep the squares every night! I think we’ve just found the Ancient Muckety-muck Sisterhood of Wise Women.”
The stubborn woman shook her head. “The Tower would have had a hundred sisters here years ago, Nynaeve. Two hundred. Anything of the sort would have been squashed flat in short order.”
“Maybe the Tower doesn’t know,” Nynaeve said. “Maybe the guild keeps low enough that the Tower never thought they were worth troubling. There’s no law against channeling if you aren’t Aes Sedai, only against claiming to be Aes Sedai, or misusing the Power. Or bringing discredit.” That meant doing anything that might possibly cast a bad light on real Aes Sedai, should anyone happen to think you were one, which was going pretty far, to her way of thinking. The real trouble, though, was that she did not believe it. The Tower seemed to know everything, and they probably would break up a quilting circle if the women in it could channel. Yet there had to be some explanation for . . .
Only half-aware, she felt the True Source being embraced, but suddenly she became very aware. Her mouth fell open as a flow of Air snared her braid right at the base of her skull and ran her across the room on her toes. Elayne ran right beside her, red-faced with fury. The worst of it was, they were both shielded.
The short run ended when they were allowed to settle their heels in front of Mistress Corly and the other two, all three seated against the wall in red chairs, all surrounded by the glow of saidar.
“You were told to be quiet,” Reanne said firmly. “If we decide to help you, you will have to learn that we expect strict obedience no less than the White Tower itself.” She imbued those last words with a tone of reverence. “I will tell you that you would have been treated more gently if you had not come to us in this irregular fashion.” The flow gripping Nynaeve’s braid vanished. Elayne tossed her head angrily as she was released.
Appalled astonishment became fiery outrage as Nynaeve realized that Berowin held her shield. Most Aes Sedai she had met stood above Berowin; nearly all. Gathering herself, she strained to reach the Source, expecting the weaves to shatter. She would at least show these women she would not be . . . The weaves . . . stretched. The round Cairhienin woman smiled, and Nynaeve’s face darkened. The shield stretched further, further, bulging like a ball. It would not break. That was impossible. Anyone could block her from the Source if they caught her by surprise, of course, and someone weaker could hold the shield once woven, but not this much weaker. And a shield did not bend that far without breaking. It was impossible!
“You could burst a blood vessel if you keep at that,” Berowin said, almost companionably. “We do not try to reach above our station, but skills are honed with time, and this was always nearly a Talent with me. I could hold one of the Forsaken.”
Scowling, Nynaeve gave over. She could wait. Since she had no choice, she could.
Derys came bearing her tray, distributing cups of dark tea. To the three seated women. She never so much as glanced at Nynaeve or Elayne before making a perfect curtsy and returning to her table.
“We could have been drinking blueberry tea, Nynaeve,” Elayne said, shooting such a look at her that she came close to stepping back. Maybe it would be best not to wait too long.
“Be quiet, girl.” Mistress Corly’s tone might be calm, but she patted her handkerchief to her face angrily. “Our report of you says you both are forward and contentious, that you chase after men and lie. To which I add that you cannot follow simple instructions. All of which must change if you seek our help. All of it. This is most irregular. Be grateful we’re willing to speak to you.”
“We do seek your help,” Nynaeve said. She wished Elayne would stop glaring so. It was worse than the Corly woman’s hard stare. Well, as bad, anyway. “We desperately need to find a ter’angreal—”
Reanne Corly broke in as if she had been standing there silent. “Usually, we know the girls brought to us beforehand, but we must make certain you are what you say. How many doors to the Tower Library may a novice use, and which?” She took a sip of tea, waiting.
“Two.” The word dripped venom from Elayne’s mouth. “The main door to the east, when a sister sends her, or the small door at the southwest corner, called the Novice Door, when she goes for herself. How long, Nynaeve?”
Garenia, who held Elayne’s shield, channeled another slender flow of Air, not gently. Elayne quivered, then again, and Nynaeve winced, wondering that she did not grab at the back of her skirt. “A civil tongue is another requirement,” Garenia murmured wryly into her cup.
“That is the right answer,” Mistress Corly said, as if nothing else had happened. Although she did eye the Saldaean woman briefly over her tea. “Now, how many bridges in the Water Garden?”
“Three,” Nynaeve snapped, mainly because she knew. She had not known about the library, having never been a novice. “We need to know—” Berowin could not spare anything to channel a flow of Air, but Mistress Corly could, and did.  Elayne had the gall to give her a small, chilly smile. Chilly, but satisfied.
A dozen more questions hammered at them, from how many floors the novice quarters contained—twelve—to under what circumstances a novice was allowed into the Hall of the Tower—to carry messages or to be expelled from the Tower for a crime; no others—hammered without Nynaeve getting in more than two words, and those two answered silently by the horrible Corly woman. She began to feel like a novice in the Hall; they were not allowed to speak a word either. That was one of the few answers she knew, but luckily Elayne responded promptly when she did not. Nynaeve might have done better had they asked about Accepted, a little better at least, but it was what a novice should know that interested them. She was just glad Elayne was willing to go along, though by her pale cheeks and raised chin, that could not last much longer.
“I suppose Nynaeve was really there,” Reanne said finally, exchanging glances with the other two. “If Elayne taught her to pass, I think she would have done a better job. Some people live in perpetual fog.” Garenia sniffed, then nodded slowly. Berowin’s nod came entirely too promptly for Nynaeve’s liking.
“Please,” she said politely. She could be polite when there was reason, whatever anyone said. “We truly need to find a ter’angreal the Sea Folk call the Bowl of the Winds. It’s in a dusty old storeroom somewhere in the Rahad, and I think your guild, your Circle, must know where. Please help us.” Three suddenly stony faces stared at her.
“There is no guild,” Mistress Corly said coolly, “only a few friends who found no place in the White Tower . . . ” Again, that reverential tone. “ . . . and who are foolish enough occasionally to reach out a hand where it’s needed. We have no truck with ter’angreal, or angreal, or sa’angreal either. We are not Aes Sedai.” “Aes Sedai” echoed with veneration, as well. “In any case, you are not here to ask questions. We have more for you, to see how far you’ve gone, after which you will be taken to the country and given into the care of a friend.  Until we can be sure the sisters are not looking for you. You have a new life ahead of you, a new chance, if you can only let yourself see it. Whatever held you back in the Tower does not apply here, whether a lack of dexterity or fear or anything else. No one will push you to learn or do what you cannot. What you are is sufficient. Now.”
“Enough,” Elayne said in a wintery voice. “Long enough, Nynaeve. Or do you intend to wait in the country for however long? They do not have it, Nynaeve.” Removing her Great Serpent ring from her belt pouch, she thrust the circle of gold onto her finger. From the way she looked at the seated women, no one would believe her shielded. She was a queen out of patience. She was Aes Sedai to her hair was what she was. “I am Elayne Trakand, High Seat of House Trakand. I am Daughter-Heir of Andor and Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, and I demand you release me immediately.” Nynaeve groaned.
Garenia grimaced with disgust, and Berowin’s eyes widened in horror. Reanne Corly shook her head ruefully, but when she spoke, her voice was iron. “I had hoped Setalle had changed your mind concerning that particular lie. I know how hard it is, to set out proudly for the White Tower then find yourself faced with returning home to admit failure. But that is never said, even in joke!”
“I made no joke,” Elayne said lightly. Snow was light.
Garenia leaned forward with a scowl, a flow of Air already forming until Mistress Corly raised her hand. “And you, Nynaeve?
Nynaeve filled her lungs. These women had to know where the Bowl was; they just had to!
“Nynaeve!” Elayne said peevishly. She was not going to let her forget this even if they did have to effect an escape. She had a way of harping on every little misstep in a manner that cut the ground right from under your feet.
“I am an Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah,” Nynaeve said wearily. “The true Amyrlin Seat, Egwene al’Vere, raised us to the shawl in Salidar. She’s no older than Elayne; you must have heard.” Not a glimmer of change in those three hard faces. “She sent us to find the Bowl of the Winds. With it, we can mend the weather.” Not a flicker of change. She tried to hold her anger down; she truly did. It just oozed up despite her. “You must want that!  The Dark One is strangling the world! If you have even a hint of where the Bowl might be, tell us!”
Mistress Corly motioned for Derys, who came and took the cups, casting fearful, wide-eyed looks at Nynaeve and Elayne. When she scurried away, out of the room in fact, the three women stood slowly, standing like grim magistrates pronouncing sentence.
“I regret that you will not accept our help,” Mistress Corly said coldly. “I regret this whole affair.” Reaching into her pouch, she pressed three silver marks into Nynaeve’s hand and another three into Elayne’s. “These will take you a little way. You can also get something for those dresses, I should think, if not what you paid. Those are hardly suitable garments for a journey. By tomorrow sunrise, you will be gone from Ebou Dar.”
“We aren’t going anywhere,” Nynaeve told her. “Please, if you know—” She might as well have kept silent. The measured flow of words did not slow.
“At that time we will begin circulating your descriptions, and we will make certain they reach the sisters in the Tarasin Palace. If you are seen after sunrise, we will see that the sisters know where you are, and the Whitecloaks as well.  Go, do not return, and you should live long if you give over this repulsive and dangerous ruse. We are done with you. Berowin, see to them, please.” Brushing between them, she went from the room without looking back.
Sullenly, Nynaeve let herself be herded down to the front door. A struggle would not achieve anything except maybe being thrown out bodily, but she did not like giving up. Light, she did not! Elayne marched, frozen determination to leave and be done shining in every line of her.
In the small entry hall, Nynaeve decided to try once more. “Please, Garenia, Berowin, if you have any hint, tell us. Any clue at all. You must see how important this is.
Berowin hesitated, but not Garenia. She put her face right in Nynaeve’s. “Do you think we’re fools, girl? I’ll tell you this. If I had my way, we would bundle you out to the farm no matter what you say. A few months of Alise’s attentions, and you’d learn to guard your tongue and be grateful for the help you spit on.” Nynaeve considered hitting her on the nose; she did not need saidar to use her fist.
“Garenia,” Berowin said sharply. “Apologize! We do not hold anyone against her will, and you know it well. Apologize immediately!”
And wonder of wonders, the woman who would have stood very close to the top had she been Aes Sedai looked sideways at the woman who would have stood near the bottom, and blushed crimson. “I ask forgiveness,” Garenia mumbled at Nynaeve. “My temper gets the better of me sometimes, and I say what I have no right to. I humbly ask forgiveness.” Another sidelong glance at Berowin, who nodded, producing a sigh of open relief.
While Nynaeve was still gaping, the shields were released, and she and Elayne were pushed into the street, the door slamming shut behind them.


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| controls/ | 87.5% | 42/48 | 100% | 4/4 | 66.67% | 8/12 | 88.37% | 38/43 | |
| controls/vg-fullscreen/ | 88.46% | 23/26 | 100% | 2/2 | 57.14% | 4/7 | 91.3% | 21/23 | |
| controls/vg-mute/ | 92% | 23/25 | 75% | 3/4 | 71.43% | 5/7 | 95.45% | 21/22 | |
| controls/vg-play-pause/ | 92.31% | 24/26 | 80% | 4/5 | 71.43% | 5/7 | 95.65% | 22/23 | |
| controls/vg-playback-button/ | 88% | 22/25 | 50% | 2/4 | 57.14% | 4/7 | 90.91% | 20/22 | |
| controls/vg-scrub-bar/ | 90% | 18/20 | 50% | 1/2 | 66.67% | 4/6 | 94.12% | 16/17 | |
| controls/vg-scrub-bar/vg-scrub-bar-buffering-time/ | 86.96% | 20/23 | 85.71% | 6/7 | 66.67% | 4/6 | 90% | 18/20 | |
| controls/vg-scrub-bar/vg-scrub-bar-cue-points/ | 86.84% | 33/38 | 85.71% | 12/14 | 71.43% | 5/7 | 88.57% | 31/35 | |
| controls/vg-scrub-bar/vg-scrub-bar-current-time/ | 88.89% | 16/18 | 50% | 1/2 | 66.67% | 4/6 | 93.33% | 14/15 | |
| controls/vg-time-display/ | 62.22% | 28/45 | 50% | 6/12 | 62.5% | 5/8 | 65.79% | 25/38 | |
| controls/vg-track-selector/ | 93.33% | 28/30 | 75% | 3/4 | 83.33% | 10/12 | 96.15% | 25/26 | |
| controls/vg-volume/ | 94.29% | 33/35 | 100% | 8/8 | 81.82% | 9/11 | 96.88% | 31/32 | |
| core/events/ | 100% | 35/35 | 100% | 0/0 | 100% | 1/1 | 100% | 34/34 | |
| core/services/ | 93.09% | 175/188 | 71.23% | 52/73 | 97.83% | 45/46 | 92.82% | 168/181 | |
| core/states/ | 100% | 10/10 | 100% | 0/0 | 100% | 1/1 | 100% | 9/9 | |
| core/vg-cue-points/ | 100% | 31/31 | 100% | 0/0 | 100% | 6/6 | 100% | 29/29 | |
| core/vg-media/ | 50.78% | 98/193 | 17.39% | 8/46 | 48.89% | 22/45 | 51.06% | 96/188 | |
| core/vg-player/ | 96.55% | 28/29 | 100% | 4/4 | 80% | 4/5 | 96.43% | 27/28 | |
| overlay-play/ | 94.12% | 32/34 | 87.5% | 7/8 | 71.43% | 5/7 | 96.77% | 30/31 |


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| Evidence |
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Content encryption key delivery mechanisms.
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Content encryption key delivery mechanisms.
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Content encryption key delivery mechanisms.
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RFC 5544:
Binding Documents with Time-Stamps; MetaData object.
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RFC 5652:
Content encryption key delivery mechanisms.
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RFC 5652: OriginatorInfo object.
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RFC 5652:
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Cryptocurrency trading is handled similarly to a forex transaction; however, the exchanges do not provide the same holdings history as traditional forex brokerages, so it has some unique challenges in live trading that we will go into below.
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18 March 2008
The Ministry of Health in Viet Nam has confirmed a new case of human infection of H5N1 avian influenza. The case has been confirmed by the National Institute of Hygiene and Epidemiology (NIHE).
The case is an 11 -year old male from Thanh Liem district, Ha Nam province. He developed symptoms on 4 March was hospitalized on 9 March and died on 14 March. The case had contact with sick and dead poultry prior to his illness.
Control measures have been implemented and close contacts have been identified. All remain healthy and will continue to be monitored.
Of the 106 cases confirmed to date in Vietnam, 52 have been fatal.


Dielectric Characterization Using a Wideband Dielectric Filled Cavity (WDFC) by Mohammad Ali Saed
Dissertation submitted to the Faculty of the Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in
Electrical Enginecring
APPROVED: Sedki M. Riad, Chairman. = =~ loannisM. Besicris Gary S. Brown William A. Davis ~~ Ajicha Elshabini-Riad ~~ Ronald D. Riess”
November 13, 1987
Blacksburg, Virginia


2021-04-06: Interfacing a low-level actor system to Rust async/await, part 1
I've been coding on never-blocking actor systems for maybe 8 years, and that is "home" to me and the natural way to go about things. But in Rust most of the async ecosystem is based around async/await. So in order to join that ecosystem and make use of some of those crates, I need to interface my actor runtime to async/await. So Stakker needs to become an async/await executor.
So inspired by the Async Foundations Visioning exercise, I'm documenting this process to provide some hard data for a possible status quo story about interfacing to async/await from a foreign runtime, and perhaps to highlight what is needed to better support executor-independence.
Contents:
- Ground rules
- Impressions from an actor perspective
- Mapping between
Ret
andFuture
- Mapping between
Fwd
andStream
- State of play
- Next steps
Ground rules
First of all, here are the relevant characteristics of the runtime that I'm interfacing from:
-
Never-blocking. This means that all events or messages must be handled by the actor immediately on delivery, and the runtime delivers messages ASAP. The actor can't temporarily block its queue whilst waiting for some external process to complete, nor selectively accept just certain types of messages, like some actor systems allow. This may seem limiting but actually it works out fine in practice, not least because there can't be deadlocks in the messaging layer. So I don't anticipate this being a big problem for interfacing to async/await. Note that in this runtime an actor message IS an event which IS an asynchronous actor call which IS an
FnOnce
closure on the queue. The are equivalent. -
No futures or promises. Everything is imperative and direct. You simply make an asynchonous call (i.e. conceptually send a message) when you have something to communicate to another actor. If you want to be notified of something or receive data or a response at some point in the future, you provide a callback in the form of a
Ret
orFwd
instance.Ret
is effectively the opposite of aFuture
, the other end of the conceptual pipe passing a result back to the code that requested it, andFwd
is the opposite ofStream
. So the problem is to interfaceRet
andFwd
to the common async/await traits. Note thatFwd
andRet
handlers run inline at the callsite but typically result in asynchronous calls (i.e.FnOnce
closures) being pushed to the queue. -
Anything might fail: It is expected that actors may fail and be restarted, and the rest of the actor system should continue running fine. This is normal operation. This raises questions about how to deal with failure when async/await code is waiting for data from an actor that goes away.
-
Single-threaded. Stakker makes a conscious choice to optimise for single-threaded operation and insist that load-balancing/etc be done at a higher level. This encourages load-balancing of larger units of work, which should improve parallel performance when several Stakker runtimes work in parallel. This might cause some problems because async/await seems to be oriented around multi-threaded operation.
The characteristics of the target ecosystem (Rust async/await) presumably don't need describing.
Impressions from an actor perspective
Futures and streams
First of all, futures seem weird as a concept. You want a result and
you effectively get given an IOU. What use is that? What purpose
does a future serve? Why can't the other end just wait and pass us
the final result when it is done, instead of giving us a proxy for the
result? But then I realized that a future is effectively a temporary
mailbox. If the receiving code does not already have some kind of a
mailbox, i.e. some concept of a component and a way for events to be
delivered to that component, then this may be the only way to get the
response delivered. However Stakker has no need for futures as it
already has a means for messages to be delivered asynchronously to a
destination. So Stakker works the other way around: A Ret
sends a value to an end-point, whereas a Future
is held by an
end-point to receive a value.
Stream
in future-core seems to work similarly, i.e. a
Stream
acts as a mailbox where values will be received by an
end-point. Contrast this with Fwd
which sends a stream of values
to an end-point, i.e. conceptually Fwd
is at the opposite end of
the pipe. Both Stream
and Future
operate on a "pull" model.
The Stakker primitives on the other hand are clearly "push"
operations. So this is a difference in approach.
Forced use of RefCell
The poll
method of the Future
trait seems like a narrow door in
a wall between two bodies of code. There is no way to do
qcell/GhostCell-style statically-checked cell borrowing within a
Future
, because there is no way to communicate an active borrow up
through the poll
calls from the runtime. Given that, the path of
least resistance leads to using RefCell::borrow_mut
, which IMHO is
a bad habit to get into. I found myself writing "Borrow-safety: ..."
comments to justify my use of borrow_mut()
and how/why it was going
to be panic-free, just as if I was dealing with unsafe
. (It's hard
to go back to manually-verified cell borrowing once you've got used to
statically-checked cell borrowing ...)
Could this work differently and still be executor-independent? Maybe.
The std::task::Context
is where you'd have to put a borrow of a
cell-owner (or "brand" owner), but then it would have to be built into
the standard library and be one that all executors could support. For
QCell
, TCell
and TLCell
the poll
signature is already
adequate: the Context<'_>
already indicates that it can contain
borrows of other things. However for LCell
or GhostCell, it would
also need an <'id>
added to the signature. The GhostCell style has
least restrictions, but unfortunately adding <'id>
to all poll
implementations would be a difficulty. Could the compiler derive this
automatically? I would be totally in favour of Context
adding
GhostCell-like cell borrowing if the compiler didn't require the
<'id>
.
In Stakker, I pass active borrows to cell-owners up through all
the calls, which allows statically-checked access to two independent
classes of data: both actor-state and Share
-state. But I have
full control in Stakker and I don't have to conform to any
external traits, nor worry about compatibility with other actor
runtimes. To allow statically-checked cell borrowing in async/await,
the standard library would have to adopt one single
qcell/GhostCell-like solution for std::task::Context
-- and
probably this is not an easy decision right now.
Cache-efficiency
Rust async/await seems like it might be more cache-efficient than Stakker. Since the code is "pull"-based, it will keep on pulling data until there is no more data immediately available. So that exhausts a single resource in one go, whilst all the related code is still in cache. On the other hand, Stakker processes actor calls in submission order. So if the input events are interleaved, then so will be the processing. However Stakker can still do bulk operations, e.g. if what is queued is a notification to examine a resource rather than the individual chunks of data, then the entire resource can still be flushed in one go. There are probably pros and cons of both approaches.
Complexity
It may be that the complexity behind async/await is the minimum necessary complexity to get the job done, but it doesn't seem very simple or elegant on the surface. In particular working with pinning just seems really awkward. Maybe this is conceptually elegant underneath and it's just the initial implementation that is a bit rough, but I haven't got to that point with it yet.
Multi-threaded
The standard library Waker
is Send
, so this wake-up mechanism
is obviously not designed for efficient single-threaded use. Given
that I'm writing a single-threaded executor, that is an unacceptable
cost, so I implemented a separate wake-up mechanism that
Stakker-specific glue code can use instead. So this means that
where async/await code is passing data to or from actor code, no
synchronization operations (atomics, mutexes, etc) are required at
all. I will later add a separate spawn_with_waker
call to spawn
with a traditional Waker
where that is required, e.g. where some
async code spawns threads and needs to send wake-up notifications back
across threads to the Stakker thread.
Mapping between Ret
and Future
Conceptually Ret
and Future
are like opposite ends of the same
pipe, so it's quite natural to interface the two together. There are
a few combinations:
-
Spawn:
Future
→Ret
: Connects an existingFuture
andRet
together and runs the future to completion, passing the final value to theRet
. Allows flow of data from async/await to the actor system. -
Push pipe:
Ret
→Future
: Create a newFuture
/Ret
pair where the future will resolve to the value passed to theRet
, as soon as that value is provided. Allows flow of data from the actor system to async/await. -
Pull pipe:
Future
⇄Ret
/Ret
: Create aFuture
which when first polled sends a message to the providedRet
requesting data and providing anotherRet
to return it with, which when responded to resolves the future to that value. This is like a push pipe, except that data doesn't have to be generated until it is needed.
Within those combinations there are also choices about handling of
failure. Ret
has the property that if it is dropped (e.g. the
actor handling it fails), None
is sent back. There are two ways of
mapping that failure onto async/await:
-
Drop the whole async/await task. This means that from the point of view of the async/await code, it will abruptly stop executing at whatever
.await
it was stuck on. However, the plus side is that no special handling of failure is required. -
Pass the error through, using
Result<T, ActorFail>
as the type returned by theFuture
. That way the task can handle the failure and continue executing.
Mapping between Fwd
and Stream
First of all Stream
→ Fwd
can be supported with a
spawn-like operation, i.e. running the stream in the background until
it terminates, forwarding all values to the Fwd
. This is
straightforward.
For Fwd
→ Stream
, it is more complex. There is a
fundmental difference in semantics between Fwd
and Stream
.
Fwd
is effectively just a connection between A and B, allowing an
endless stream of values to be pushed, whereas Stream
is a "pull"
connection and supports termination. Connecting a Fwd
to a
Stream
directly as a "push pipe" requires a queue in between,
because we can't force the owner of the Stream
to handle values if
it doesn't want to. So given the requirement for queuing and no
mechanism for backpressure, this is probably not the ideal setup in
most cases.
However a "push pipe" can be made more manageable with a Fwd<()>
callback that is called whenever the queue becomes empty.
That way the sender can refill batches of data when requested. If the
sender pushes just one value each time it is called, then the "push
pipe" has become a "pull pipe". So this allows the full spectrum of
implementations. To handle termination, we can require that the
Fwd
passes Option<T>
values the same as the Stream
does.
Then there is the question of handling actor failures. If the last
reference to the Fwd
goes away before the final None
is sent
then that's assumed to be an irregular termination of the stream. As
for Future
there are two ways to handle this:
-
Drop the whole async/await task. This means that
poll_next
can returnOption<T>
as normal, and the async/await code doesn't have to do any special handling of failure. -
Pass the error through, meaning that the return from the
poll_next
will beOption<Result<T, ActorFail>>
. So normally you'd get zero or moreSome(Ok(value))
values, then aNone
for termination of the stream. However in the case of actor failure instead you'd getSome(Err(ActorFail))
thenNone
to terminate the stream.
State of play
Spawning futures and streams, plus the actor interfaces to futures and streams are running fine, with basic tests, in the current version of the stakker_async_await crate.
So far things have not been too bad. Figuring out how best to implement a single-threaded task wake-up mechanism within Stakker took a while, trying various different methods. Pinning was awkward but manageable after going through the docs. Finding the best mapping between the two sides took some consideration.
Next steps
The aim is to attempt to support all the executor-independent async/await interfaces available in the ecosystem, to see how that goes and what the differences are. Also to see how much executor-independent code is out there, and what precisely it requires of the runtime.
So these crates will be looked at, to see how much can be supported:
- futures crate
- futures-lite crate
- tokio, to see if any Tokio-specific traits can be interfaced
- async_executors crate
- agnostik crate
Are there any other crates out there that would be worth looking at?
In addition, it would be good to be able to make asynchronous actor calls from async/await code written specifically to run on Stakker. But that will probably need quite a bit of work to get the ergonomics right.


--- title: Walking in a Nearly Winter Wonderland date: 2014-11-21 00:00:00 -06:00 categories: - whats-blooming layout: post blog-banner: whats-blooming-now-fall.jpg post-date: November 21, 2014 post-time: 9:41 AM blog-image: wbn-default.jpg ---
Pink Diamond Hydrangea Hydrangea paniculata 'Interhydia'
White summer blooms mature to a rich pink-purple that compliments the ruddy hues of fall.
Wild Spice Rose Rosa rugosa 'JACruwhi'
An abundance of plump, rosy-red hips dot the still-green foliage of this shrub rose.
A rainbow of fall colors reward visitors to the Water Pavilion..
Coral Bells Heuchera 'Amber Waves'
A delightful palette of jewel toned leaves create eye catching mounds of late fall interest.
Japanese Barberry Berberis thunbergii var. atropurpurea
This drought tolerant shrub alights in fall with fiery-red fruits and leaves that are stunning into the winter.
Windflower Anemone x hybrida 'Pamina'
Fluffy seed heads open in a tight clump resembling a heart or strawberry and then burst open to release their seeds to the winter winds.
Golden Ghost Japanese Red Pine Pinus densiflora 'Golden Ghost'
The striking sprays of yellow and green variegated needles on this evergreen create a year round focal point that is especially stunning in the winter.
Gowdy Oriental Spruce Picea orientallis 'Gowdy'
This elegant spruce is a gorgeous choice with attractive form, needles and cones.
Whether you get here on a sunny day to enjoy the last of the fall color, or after snow has flocked the boughs, this is a lovely time of year to visit the garden. A cornucopia of color awaits you!


EvergreenHealth Monroe chooses new chief executive
Lisa LaPlante, who has served as interim leader, will be the new chief administrative officer.
by Julia-Grace SandersMONROE — EvergreenHealth Monroe has a new chief administrative officer after former executive Renee Jensen left abruptly in July.
Lisa LaPlante, who has served as interim leader after Jensen’s departure, will be the new chief administrative officer.
Jensen resigned from her position after just two years at the organization. EvergreenHealth never provided details as to the nature of her departure.
LaPlante joined EvergreenHealth Monroe in 2010 to lead the quality division, according to the hospital’s website.
She holds a bachelor of science degree in health care services and a master’s in healthcare administration from the University of Phoenix. LaPlante has been working in health care since 1993, starting at a hospital-based home health agency in Moab, Utah.
In 2002, she took a position overseeing accreditation at Southwest Memorial Hospital in Cortez, Colorado. She also served as the chief quality and compliance officer there before moving to EvergreenHealth Monroe.
For many years, EvergreenHealth Monroe was called Valley General Hospital.
Leaders in the public hospital district later decided to affiliate with the EvergreenHealth system, a public hospital district just to the south in northeast King County. As part of its new affiliation, the name changed to EvergreenHealth Monroe in March 2015.
Julia-Grace Sanders:<PHONE_NUMBER><EMAIL_ADDRESS>.


Before Change
// do not return __builtins__ beacuse it is too long...
actions = line.strip().split()
for action in actions:
if action not in ["reset", "all", "keys"]:
raise RuntimeError("Unrecognized sosdict option {}".format(action))
if "reset" in actions:
return self._reset()
if "keys" in actions:
if "all" in actions:
After Change
"Magic that displays content of the dictionary"
// do not return __builtins__ beacuse it is too long...
actions = line.strip().split()
keys = [x for x in actions if x not in ["reset", "all", "keys"]]
for x in keys:
if not x in env.sos_dict:
raise RuntimeError("Unrecognized sosdict option or variable name {}".format(x))
if "reset" in actions:
return self._reset()
if "keys" in actions:
if "all" in actions: