The morning sun sat on the horizon, leaving the nearer side of Tar Valon still wrapped in shadows, but the snow that covered everything gleamed brightly. The city itself seemed to shine behind its long white walls, all bravely towered and bannered, yet to Egwene, sitting her roan gelding on the river-bank above the city, it seemed even farther away than it really was. The Erinin widened to more than two miles here, and the Alindrelle Erinin and Osendrelle Erinin, flowing to either side of the island, were almost half that, so that Tar Valon appeared to sit in the middle of a great lake, unreachable despite the massive bridges that stood high above the waters so that ships could sail beneath them easily. The White Tower itself, a thick bone-white shaft rising to an impossible height from the city’s heart, filled her own heart with a yearning for home. Not for the Two Rivers, but for the Tower. That was her home, now. A plume of smoke caught her eye, a faint black line rising from the far bank beyond the city, and she grimaced. Daishar stamped a hoof in the snow, but a pat on the neck sufficed to soothe the roan. It would take more to soothe his rider. Homesickness was the smallest part of it. Minuscule, compared to the rest.
With a sigh, she rested her reins on the high pommel of her saddle and raised the long brass-bound looking glass. Her cloak fell back, slipping off one shoulder, but she ignored the cold that misted her breath and placed a gloved hand to shield the front lens against the sun’s glare. The city walls leaped closer in her sight. She focused on the tall curving arms of Northharbor that pushed out into the upstream currents. People moved purposefully atop the battlements that enfolded the harbor, but she could barely discern men from women at that distance. Still, she was glad that she was not wearing her seven-striped stole, and that her face was deep within her cowl, just in case someone there had a stronger glass than she. The wide mouth of the man-made harbor was blocked by a massive iron chain drawn taut a few feet above the water. Tiny dots on the water, diving birds fishing in front of the harbor, gave the chain scale. One single pace-long link would have required two men to lift it. A rowboat might slip under that barrier, but no vessel of any size would enter unless the White Tower allowed. Of course, the chain was only intended to keep out enemies.
“There they are, Mother,” Lord Gareth murmured, and she lowered the glass. Her general was a stocky man in a plain breastplate worn over a plain brown coat, without any touch of gilt or embroidery anywhere. His face was bluff and weathered behind the bars of his helmet, and the years had given him a strange sort of comforting calmness. All you need do was look at Gareth Bryne to know that if the Pit of Doom opened in front of him, he would smother his fear and go about doing what needed doing. And other men would follow him. He had proved on battlefield after battlefield that following him was the path to victory. A good man to have following her. Her eyes followed his gauntleted hand, pointing upriver.
Just coming in sight around a point of land, five, six—no, seven—riverships were slicing furrows down the Erinin. Large vessels as such things were seen on the river, one with three masts, their triangular sails stood out tight, and their long sweeps cut hard through the blue-green water to add a little more speed. Everything about the craft spoke of a burning desire for speed, a desire to reach Tar Valon now! The river was deep enough here that ships could run within shouting distance of the banks in places, but these sailed in almost single file as close to the middle of the Erinin as the steersmen could manage and hold the wind. Sailors clinging to the mastheads kept watch along the shoreline, and not for mudbanks.
In fact, they had nothing at all to fear so long as they kept out of bowshot. True, from where she sat her horse, she could have set fire to every one of those ships, or simply cut holes through their hulls and let them sink. The work of moments. Yet doing so surely meant some of those aboard would drown. The currents were strong, the water like ice, and the swim to shore long, for those who actually could swim. Even one death would make what she did using the Power as a weapon. She was trying to live as though already bound by the Three Oaths, and the Oaths protected those vessels from her or any other sister. A sister who had sworn on the Oath Rod would not be able to make herself set those weaves, perhaps not even to form them, unless she could convince herself she was in immediate danger from the ships. But neither captains nor crews believed that, apparently.
As the riverships came closer, shouts thinned threadbare by distance drifted across the water. The lookouts up on the masts pointed to her and Gareth, and it quickly became apparent they took her for an Aes Sedai with her Warder. Or at least, the captains were unwilling to take the chance she was not. After a moment, the beat of the sweeps increased. Only by a fraction, but the oarsmen labored to find that fraction. A woman on the quarterdeck of the lead vessel, likely the captain, waved her arms as if demanding still more effort, and a handful of men began running up and down the deck, tightening this line or loosening that to change the angle of the sails, though Egwene could not see that they achieved anything. There were men on those decks other than sailors, and most of those crowded to the railings, a handful raising looking glasses of their own. Some seemed to be measuring the distance left to cover before they reached the safety of the harbor.
She thought about weaving a flare, a starburst of light, perhaps with a loud bang, just above each of the vessels. That would certainly let anyone aboard with brains realize that neither speed nor distance kept them safe here, only a forbearance born of the Three Oaths. They should know that they were safe because of Aes Sedai.
 That simple weave would also attract attention in the city, certainly more than the appearance of a single sister. Sisters often came to the riverbank to stare at Tar Valon and the Tower. Even if the only reaction to her flares was some sort of counterdisplay, once begun, that sort of contest could be very difficult to put a stop to. Once begun, matters might well escalate out of hand. There were too many opportunities for that, as it was, the more so these last five days.
“The harbormaster hasn’t let above eight or nine ships in at one time since we arrived,” Gareth said as the first vessel drew abreast of them, “but the captains seemed to have worked out the timing. Another clutch will appear soon, and reach the city about the time the Tower Guards are sure these fellows actually came to enlist. Jimar Chubain knows enough to guard against me sneaking men in aboard ships. He has more of the Guards crowded into the harbors than anywhere except at the bridge towers, and not many anywhere else, so far as I can learn. That will change, though. The flow of ships starts at first light and keeps up till near nightfall, here and at Southharbor too. This lot doesn’t seem to be carrying as many soldiers as most do. Every plan is brilliant until the day comes, Mother, but then you must adapt to circumstances or be ridden down.”
Egwene made a vexed sound. There must be two hundred or more passengers altogether on those seven ships. A few might be merchants or traders or some other sort of innocent traveler, but the low sun glittered off helmets and breastplates and steel discs sewn to leather jerkins. How many shiploads arrived each day? Whatever the number, a steady flow was pouring into the city to enlist under High Captain Chubain. “Why do men always rush so hard to kill or be killed?” she muttered irritably.
Lord Gareth looked at her calmly.  Sometimes, she thought she knew one small part of how Siuan felt about the man. Sometimes she thought it would be worth whatever effort was needed to startle him, just to see him startled.
Unfortunately, she knew the answer to her own question as well as he did. At least as it applied to men going soldiering. Oh, there were men enough who rushed to support a cause or defend what they thought what was right, and some who sought adventure, whatever they believed that was, yet the simple fact was that for carrying a pike or spear, a man could earn twice each day what he would get for walking behind another man’s plow, and half again as much if he could ride well enough to join the cavalry. Crossbowmen and archers fell in between. The man who worked for another could dream of having his own farm or shop one day, or a beginning toward one that his sons could build on, but he surely had heard a thousand tales of men soldiering for five years or ten and coming home with enough gold to set themselves up in comfort, tales of ordinary men who rose to become generals, or lords. For a poor man, Gareth had said bluntly, staring down the point of a pike could be a better view than the hind end of somebody else’s plow horse. Even if he was far more likely to die from the pike than earn fame or fortune. A bitter way to look at it, yet she imagined that was how most of those men on the ships saw matters, too. But then, that was how she had gotten her own army. For every man who wanted to see the usurper pulled from the Amyrlin Seat, for every man who even knew for certain who Elaida was, ten if not a hundred had joined for the pay. Some of the men on the ship were raising their hands, to show the guards on the harbor walls they were not holding weapons.
“No,” she said, and Lord Gareth sighed. His voice remained calm, but his words were hardly comforting when he spoke.
“Mother, so long as the harbors remain open, Tar Valon will eat better than we do, and rather than growing weaker with hunger, the Tower Guard will grow larger and stronger. I very much doubt that Elaida will let Chubain rush out to attack us, as much as I wish he would. Every day you wait only adds to the butcher’s bill we’ll have to pay sooner or later. I’ve said from the start it will come to an assault, in the end, and that hasn’t changed, but everything else has. Have the sisters put me and my men inside the walls now, and I can take Tar Valon. It won’t be clean. It never is. But I can take the city for you.
A knot formed in her belly, twisted tight till she could hardly breathe. Carefully, step by step, she performed novice exercises to make it loosen. The bank contained the river, guiding without controlling. Calm settled on her, in her.
Too many people had begun seeing the uses of gateways, and in a way, Gareth represented the worst. His business was war, and he was very good at it. As soon as he learned a gateway could take more than a small group of people at one time, he had seen the implications. Even the great walls of Tar Valon, beyond the range of any siege catapult not on a barge, and worked with the Power till the largest catapult could not mark them in any case, might as well be made of paper against an army that could Travel. But whether Gareth Bryne had learned or not, other men would seize on that idea. The Asha’man already had, it seemed. War had always been ugly, yet it was going to grow uglier.
“No,” she repeated. “I know people are going to die before this is over.” The Light help her, she could see them dying just by closing her eyes. Even more would die if she made the wrong decisions, though, and not just here. “But I have to keep the White Tower alive—against Tarmon Gai’don—to stand between the world and the Asha’man—and the Tower will die if this comes to sisters killing one another in the streets of Tar Valon.” That had already happened once. It could not be allowed a second time. “If the White Tower dies, hope dies. I shouldn’t have to tell you that again.”
Daishar snorted and tossed his head, lunging as though he had sensed her irritation, but she reined him in firmly and slipped the looking glass into the tooled leather case hanging from her saddle. The diving birds gave up their fishing and sprang into the air as the thick chain that blocked Northharbor began to droop. It would dip beneath the surface well before the first ship reached the harbor mouth. How long ago had it been that she reached Tar Valon by that same route? Almost beyond memory, it seemed. An Age gone. It had been another woman who came ashore and was met by the Mistress of Novices.
Gareth shook his head with a quick grimace. But then, he never gave up, did he? “You have to keep the White Tower alive, Mother, but my job is to give it to you. Unless things have changed that I don’t know about. I can see sisters whispering and looking over their shoulders even if I don’t know what it means. If you still want the Tower, it will come to an assault, better soon than late.”
Suddenly the morning seemed darker, as though clouds had obscured the sun. Whatever she did, the dead were going to pile up like cordwood, but she had to keep the White Tower alive. She had to. When there were no good choices, you had to choose the one that seemed least wrong.
“I’ve seen enough here,” she said quietly. With one last glance at that narrow line of smoke beyond the city, she turned Daishar toward the trees a hundred paces back from the river, where her escort waited among the evergreen leatherleaf and winter-bare beech and birch.
Two hundred light cavalry, in boiled leather breastplates or coats covered with metal discs, would certainly have attracted notice appearing on the riverbank, but Gareth had convinced her of the necessity of these men with their slender lances and short horsebows. Without any doubt, that smoke plume on the far bank rose from burning wagons or supplies. Pinpricks, yet those pinpricks came every night, sometimes one, sometimes two or three, till everyone looked for smoke first thing on rising. Hunting the raiders down had proved impossible, so far. Sudden snow squalls flared around the pursuers, or fierce freezing night winds, or the tracks simply vanished abruptly, the snow beyond the last hoof-print as smooth as fresh fallen. The residues of weavings made it plain enough they were being aided by Aes Sedai, and there was no point in taking a chance that Elaida had men and maybe sisters on this side of the river, too. Few things could please Elaida more than getting her hands on Egwene al’Vere.
They were not her whole escort, of course. Besides Sheriam, her Keeper, she had ridden out with six more Aes Sedai this morning, and those who had Warders had brought them, so behind the sister eight men waited in color-shifting cloaks that rippled in queasy-making fashion when a breeze caught them and otherwise made parts of riders and horses seem to vanish into the tree trunks. Aware of the dangers—from raiders, at least—aware that their Aes Sedai were wound tight to near breaking, they watched the surrounding copse as though the cavalrymen were not there. The safety of their own Aes Sedai was their primary concern, and that they trusted to no one else. Sarin, a black-bearded stump of a man, not that short but very wide, stayed so close to Nisao that he seemed to loom over the diminutive Yellow, and Jori managed to loom over Morvrin as well, though he was actually shorter than she. As broad as Sarin, but very short even for a Cairhienin. Myrelle’s three Warders, the three she dared acknowledge, clustered around her until she could not have moved her horse without pushing one of theirs out of her way. Anaiya’s Setagana, lean and dark and as beautiful as she was plain, almost managed to surround her by himself, and Tervail, with his bold nose and scarred face, did the same with Beonin. Carlinya had no Warder, not unusual for a White, but she studied the men from the depths of her fur-lined cowl as if thinking about finding one.
Not too long ago, Egwene would have hesitated to be seen with those six women. They and Sheriam had all sworn fealty to her, for various reasons, and neither they nor she wanted the fact known or even suspected. They had been her way to influence events, to the extent that she could, when everyone thought her no more than a figurehead, a girl Amyrlin the Hall of the Tower could use as it wished and no one listened to. The Hall had lost that illusion when she brought them to declare war on Elaida, finally admitting what they had been about since the day they had fled the Tower in the first place, but that only made the Hall, and the Ajahs, worry over what she would do next and try to figure out how to make sure that whatever it was met with their approval. The Sitters had been very surprised when she accepted their suggestion of a council, one sister from each Ajah, to advise her with their wisdom and experience.  Of course, she had just told Morvrin and Anaiya and the others to make sure they were the sisters chosen, and they retained enough prestige within their Ajahs to manage it, just. She had been listening to their advice, if not always taking it, for weeks by that time, but now there was no longer any need to arrange furtive meetings or pass messages in secret.
It seemed, however, that there had been an addition to the party while Egwene was staring at the Tower.
Sheriam, wearing the narrow blue stole of her office outside her cloak, managed a very formal bow from her saddle. The flame-haired woman could be incredibly formal at times. “Mother, the Sitter Delana wishes to speak with you,” she said as if Egwene could not see the stout Gray sister sitting there on a dappled mare almost as dark as Sheriam’s black-footed mount. “On a matter of some importance, so she says.” And the slight touch of asperity meant Delana had not told her what matter. Sheriam would not have liked that. She could be very jealous of her position.
“In private, if you please, Mother,” Delana said, pushing back her dark hood to reveal hair nearly the color of silver. Her voice was deep for a woman’s, but it hardly carried the urgency of someone with important matters to speak of.
Her presence was something of a surprise. Delana often supported Egwene in the Hall of the Tower, when Sitters were quibbling over whether a particular decision actually concerned the war against Elaida. That meant the Hall was required to support Egwene’s commands as if they had stood with the greater consensus, and even the Sitters who had stood for war did not half like that little fact, which made for endless quibbling. They wanted to pull Elaida down, yet left to themselves, the Hall would have done nothing but argue. Truth to tell, though, Delana’s support was not always welcome. One day she could be the very image of a Gray negotiator seeking consensus, and the next so strident in her arguments that every Sitter within hearing got her back up. She had been known to set the cat among the pigeons in other ways, too. No fewer than three times now, she had demanded the Hall make a formal declaration that Elaida was Black Ajah, which inevitably led to an awkward silence until someone called for the sitting to be adjourned. Few were willing to discuss the Black Ajah openly. Delana would discuss anything, from how they were to find proper clothes for nine hundred and eighty-seven novices to whether Elaida had secret supporters among the sisters, another topic that gave most sisters a case of the prickles. Which left the question of why she had ridden out so early, and by herself. She had never approached Egwene before without another Sitter or three for company. Delana’s pale blue eyes gave away no more than did her smooth Aes Sedai face.
“While we ride,” Egwene told her. “We will want a little privacy,” she added when Sheriam opened her mouth. “Stay back with the others, please.” The Keeper’s green eyes tightened in what might almost have been anger. An efficient Keeper, and eager with it, she had pinned her hopes on Egwene and made little secret that she disliked being excluded from any meeting Egwene had. Upset or not, she bowed her head in acceptance with only a small hesitation. Sheriam had not always known which of them commanded, but she did now.
The land tended upward from the River Erinin, not in hills but simply rising toward the monstrous peak that loomed to the west, so massive it seemed to mock the name mountain. Dragonmount would have towered above everything else even in the Spine of the World; in the relatively flat country around Tar Valon, its white-capped crest seemed to reach the heavens, especially when a thin thread of smoke was streaming away from the jagged top as it was now. A thin thread at that height would be something else entirely, close at hand. Trees gave out less than halfway up Dragonmount, and no one had ever succeeded in reaching the crest or even coming close, though it was said the slopes were littered with the bones of those who had tried. Why anyone would try in the first place, no one could quite explain. Sometimes the long evening shadow of the mountain stretched all the way to the city. People who lived in the region were accustomed to Dragonmount dominating the sky, much as they were accustomed to the White Tower looming above the city walls and visible for miles. Both were unchanging fixtures that had always been there and always would be, but crops and crafts occupied the people’s lives, not mountains or Aes Sedai.
In tiny hamlets of ten or a dozen stone houses roofed in thatch or slate, and the occasional village of a hundred, children playing in the snow or carrying buckets of water from the wells stopped to gape at the soldiers riding along the dirt tracks that passed for roads when not covered in snow. They carried no banners, but a few of the soldiers wore the Flame of Tar Valon worked on their cloaks or coatsleeves, and the Warders’ strange cloaks named at least some of the women as Aes Sedai. Even this near the city, sisters had been an uncommon sight till recently, and they were still something to make a child’s eyes gleam. But then, the soldiers themselves probably came close in the list of marvels. The farms that fed Tar Valon covered most of the land, stone-walled fields surrounding sprawling houses and tall barns of stone or brick, with copses and coppices and thickets of trees between, and groups of farm children often ran a little distance parallel to the line of travel, leaping across the snow like hares. Winter chores kept most older folk indoors, but those who ventured out, heavily bundled against the cold, spared barely a glance for soldiers or Warders or Aes Sedai. Spring would be coming soon, and the plowing and planting, and what Aes Sedai did would not affect that. The Light willing, it would not.
There was no point to guards unless they rode as if expecting an attack, and Lord Gareth had arranged a strong party of foreriders and lines of flankers, with trailers riding to the rear while he led the mass of the soldiers right behind the Warders who followed closely on the heels of Sheriam and the “council.” They all made a large, lopsided ring around Egwene, and she could almost imagine she was riding through the countryside alone with Delana if she did not look around too closely. Or if she looked beyond. Instead of pressing the Gray Sitter to speak—it was a long ride back to camp, and no one was allowed to weave a gateway where the weave might be observed; there was plenty of time to hear what Delana had to say—Egwene compared the farms they passed to those in the Two Rivers.
Perhaps the realization that the Two Rivers was no longer home made her study them. Acknowledging the truth could never be a betrayal, yet she needed to remember the Two Rivers. You could forget who you were if you forgot where you came from, and sometimes the innkeeper’s daughter from Emond’s Field seemed a stranger to her. Any of these farms would have looked decidedly odd, set down near Emond’s Field, though she could not put a finger on why, exactly. A different shape to the houses, a different slant to the roofs. And more often slate topped a house than thatch, here, when you could make out either through the snow that was often mounded on the rooftops. Of course, there was less thatch and more stone and brick in the Two Rivers now than there had been. She had seen it, in Tel’aran’rhiod. Change came so slowly you never noticed it creeping up on you, or far too fast for comfort, but it came. Nothing stayed the same, even when you thought it did. Or hoped it would.
“Some think you’re going to bond him your Warder,” Delana said suddenly in a quiet voice. She might have been engaging in casual conversation. Her whole attention seemed to be on arranging the hood of her cloak with green-gloved hands. She rode well, blending with the motion of her mare so effortlessly that she appeared unaware of the animal. “Some think perhaps you already have. I haven’t had one myself for some time, but just knowing your Warder is there can be a comfort. If you choose the right one.”
Egwene raised an eyebrow—she was proud that she did not gape at the woman; this was the very last topic she would have expected—and Delana added, “Lord Gareth. He spends a great deal of time with you. He’s rather older than is usual, but Greens often choose a more experienced man for their first. I know you never actually had an Ajah, yet I often think of you as a Green. I wonder, will Siuan be relieved if you bond him, or upset? Sometimes I think one, sometimes the other. Their relationship, if it can be called that, is most peculiar, yet she seems completely unembarrassed.”
“You must ask Siuan herself about that.” Egwene’s smile had some bite in it. So did her tone, for that matter. She did not entirely understand herself why Gareth Bryne had offered her his loyalty, but the Hall of the Tower had better uses for its time than gossiping like village women. “You can tell whoever you choose that I’ve bonded no one, Delana. Lord Gareth spends time with me, as you put it, because I am the Amyrlin and he is my general. You may remind them of that, as well.” So Delana thought of her as a Green. That was the Ajah she would have chosen, though in truth, she wanted only one Warder. But Gawyn was either inside Tar Valon or else on his way to Caemlyn, and either way, she would not lay hands on him soon. She patted Daishar’s neck unnecessarily and tried to keep her smile from becoming a glare. It had been pleasant to forget the Hall, among other things, for a while. The Hall made her understand why Siuan had so often looked like a bear with a sore tooth when she was Amyrlin.
“I wouldn’t say it has become a matter for wide discussion,” Delana murmured. “So far. Still, there is some interest in whether you will bond a Warder, and who. I doubt that Gareth Bryne would be considered a wise pick.” She twisted in her saddle to look behind them. At Lord Gareth, Egwene thought, but when the Sitter turned back around, she said, very softly, “Sheriam was never your choice for Keeper, of course, but you must know that the Ajahs set the rest of that lot to watch you, as well.” Her dappled gray mare was shorter than Daishar, so she had to look up at Egwene, which she tried to do without seeming to. Those watery blue eyes were suddenly quite sharp.  But she’s still resentful over her changed circumstances, isn’t she? Sheriam is seen as the most likely culprit, now. In any case, the Ajahs want a little warning if you decide to pull another surprise.”
“I thank you for the warning,” Egwene said politely. Culprit? She had proven to the Hall that she would not be their puppet, yet most insisted on thinking she had to be someone’s. At least no one suspected the truth about her council. It was to be hoped no one did.
“There is another reason you should be wary,” Delana went on, the intensity in her eyes belying the casualness of her voice. This was more important to her than she wanted Egwene to know. “You may be sure that any advice one of them gives you comes straight from the head of her Ajah, and as you know, the head of an Ajah and its Sitters don’t always see eye to eye. Listening too closely could put you at odds with the Hall. Not every decision concerns the war, remember, but you will surely want some of those to go your way.”
“An Amyrlin should listen to every side before making any decision,” Egwene replied, “but I’ll remember your warning when they advise me, Daughter.” Did Delana think she was a fool? Or perhaps the woman was trying to make her angry. Anger made for hasty decisions and rash words that sometimes were hard to take back. She could not imagine what Delana was aiming at, but when Sitters could not manipulate her one way, they tried another. She had gotten a great deal of practice in sidestepping manipulation since being raised Amyrlin. Taking deep, regular breaths, she sought the balance of calm and found it. She had entirely too much practice at that, too, of late.
The Gray looked up at her past the edge of her hood, her face utterly smooth. But her pale blue eyes were very sharp, now, like augers. “You might inquire what they think on the subject of negotiations with Elaida, Mother.”
Egwene almost smiled. The pause had been very deliberate. Apparently Delana disliked being called Daughter by a woman younger than most novices. Younger than most who had come from the Tower, let alone the newest. But then, Delana herself was too young to be a Sitter. And she could not hold her temper as well as the innkeeper’s daughter. “And why would I ask that?”
“Because the subject has come up in the Hall in the last few days. Not as a proposal, but it has been mentioned, very quietly, by Varilin, and by Takima, and also by Magla. And Faiselle and Saroiya have appeared interested in what they have had to say.”
Calm or no calm, a worm of anger suddenly writhed inside Egwene, and crushing it was no easy task. Those five had been Sitters before the Tower was broken, but more importantly, they were divided between the two major factions struggling for control of the Hall. In reality, they were divided between following Romanda or Lelaine, yet that pair would oppose one another if it meant they both drowned. They also kept an iron grip on their followers.
She might believe the others had been panicked by events, but not Romanda or Lelaine. For half a week now, talk of Elaida or retaking the Tower had been all but overwhelmed by worried conversations over that impossibly powerful, impossibly long eruption of the Power. Nearly everyone wanted to know what had caused it, and nearly everyone was afraid to learn. Only yesterday had Egwene been able to convince the Hall that it must be safe for a small party to Travel to where that eruption had been—even the memory was strong enough for everyone to pinpoint exactly where it had been—and most sisters still seemed to be holding their collective breath until Akarrin and the others returned. Every Ajah had wanted a representative, but Akarrin had been the only Aes Sedai to push forward.
Neither Lelaine nor Romanda seemed concerned, however. Violent and prolonged as the display had been, it also had been very far away, and no harm done that they could see; if it was the Forsaken’s work, as seemed certain, the chance of learning anything was vanishingly small, and the possibility that they could do anything to counter it even smaller. Wasting time and effort on impossibilities was senseless when an important task lay right in front of them. So they said, gritting their teeth over finding themselves in agreement. They did agree that Elaida must be stripped of the stole and staff, though, Romanda with almost as much fervor as Lelaine, and if Elaida unseating a former Blue as Amyrlin had enraged Lelaine, Elaida’s proclamation that the Blue Ajah was disbanded had made her near-rabid. If they were allowing talk of negotiation . . . It made no sense.
The last thing Egwene wanted was for Delana or anyone else to suspect that Sheriam and the others were more than a set of sheepdogs set to watch her, but she summoned them with a sharp call. They were smart enough to keep the secrets that needed keeping, since their own Ajahs would have their hides if even the half came out, and with no great haste, they came forward and rode in a cluster around her, their faces all masks of Aes Sedai serenity and patience. Then Egwene told Delana to repeat what she had said. For all her initial request for privacy, the Gray made only a perfunctory demurral before complying. And that was the end of calm and patience.
“That’s madness,” Sheriam said before anyone else could open her mouth. She sounded angry, and perhaps a little frightened. Well she might be. Her name was on a list of those marked for stilling. “None of them can really believe negotiation is possible.”
“I should hardly think so,” Anaiya put in dryly. Her plain face belonged on a farmwife rather than a Blue sister, and she dressed very simply, publicly at least, in good wool, but she handled her bay gelding as easily as Delana did her mare. Very little could ruffle Anaiya’s calm. Of course, there was no Blue among the Sitters talking negotiation. Anaiya looked an unlikely soldier, but for Blues, this was war to the knife, no quarter asked or given. “Elaida has made the situation quite clear.”
“Elaida is irrational,” Carlinya said with a toss of her head that made her cowl fall to her shoulders and shook her short dark curls. She pulled the hood back into place irritably. Carlinya seldom showed any hint of emotion, yet her pale cheeks were nearly as flushed as Sheriam’s, and heat filled her voice. “She cannot possibly believe that we will all come crawling back to her now. How can Saroiya believe she will accept anything less?”
“Crawling is what Elaida has demanded, though,” Morvrin muttered acridly. Her usually placid round face wore a sour expression, too, and her plump hands were tight on her reins. She scowled so hard at a flight of magpies, scattering from a stand of birch trees at the passage of horses, that it seemed they should fall out of the sky. “Takima likes the sound of her own voice, sometimes. She must be talking to hear herself.”
“Faiselle must, too,” Myrelle said darkly, glaring at Delana as though she were to blame. The olive-skinned woman was known for her temper, even among Greens. “I never expected to hear that sort of talk out of her. She’s never been a fool before.”
“I can’t believe Magla really means any such thing,” Nisao insisted, peering at each of them in turn. “She just can’t. For one thing, as much as I hate to say it, Romanda has Magla so tight under her thumb that Magla squeaks whenever Romanda sneezes, and the only doubt Romanda has is whether Elaida should be birched before she’s exiled.”
Delana’s expression was so bland, she had to be suppressing a smug smile. Plainly, this was exactly the reaction she had hoped for. “Romanda holds Saroiya and Varilin just as firmly, and Takima and Faiselle hardly put one foot in front of the other without Lelaine’s permission, but they still said what they said. I think your advisors are closer to the feelings of most sisters, though, Mother.” Smoothing her gloves, she gave Egwene a sidelong look. “You may be able to nip this in the bud, if you move firmly. It seems you will have the support you need from the Ajahs. And mine, of course, in the Hall. Mine, and enough more to stop it dead.” As if Egwene needed support to accomplish that. Perhaps she was trying to ingratiate herself. Or just to make it appear that support of Egwene was her only concern.
Beonin had been riding in silence, clutching her cloak around her and peering at a spot between her brown mare’s ears, but suddenly she shook her head. Ordinarily, her large blue-gray eyes made her appear startled, but they peered from her hood in a blaze of anger as she glared from one of her companions to another, including Egwene. “Why should negotiations be out of the question?” Sheriam blinked at her in surprise, and Morvrin opened her mouth with a scowl, but Beonin plunged on, directing her ire at Delana, now, her Taraboner accent stronger than usual. “We are Gray, you and I. We negotiate, mediate. Elaida, she has stated the conditions most onerous, but that is often the case in the beginning of negotiations. We can reunite the White Tower and assure the safety of everyone, if we only talk.”
“We also judge,” Delana snapped, “and Elaida has been judged.” That was not precisely true, but she seemed more startled than anyone else by Beonin’s outburst. Her voice dripped acid. “Perhaps you are willing to negotiate yourself into being birched. I am not, and I think you will find few others who are, either.”
“The situation, it has altered,” Beonin persisted. She stretched a hand toward Egwene, almost pleading. “Elaida would not have made the proclamation she did concerning the Dragon Reborn unless she had him in hand, one way or another. That flare of saidar was a warning. The Forsaken must be moving, and the White Tower, it must be—”
“Enough,” Egwene cut in. “You are willing to open negotiations with Elaida? With the Sitters still in the Tower?” she amended. Elaida would never talk.
“Yes,” Beonin said fervently. “Matters can be arranged to everyone’s satisfaction. I know they can.”
“Then you have my permission.”
Immediately everyone but Beonin began talking frantically on top of one another, trying to dissuade her, telling her this was insanity. Anaiya shouted as loudly as Sheriam, gesturing emphatically, and Delana’s eyes bulged in what looked like near terror. Some of the outriders began looking toward the sisters as much as they watched the farms they were riding past, and there was a stir among the Warders, who certainly had no need of their bonds at the moment to know their Aes Sedai were agitated, but they held their places. Wise men kept their noses out of the way when Aes Sedai began raising their voices.
Egwene ignored the shouts and arm-waving. She had considered every possibility she could think of for ending this struggle with the White Tower whole and united. She had talked for hours with Siuan, who had more reason than anyone to want to unseat Elaida. If it could have saved the Tower, Egwene would have surrendered to Elaida, forget whether the woman had come to the Amyrlin Seat legally. Siuan had nearly had apoplexy at the suggestion, yet she had agreed, reluctantly, that preserving the Tower superseded every other consideration. Beonin wore such a beautiful smile, it seemed a crime to quench it.
Egwene raised her voice just enough to be heard over the others. “You will approach Varilin and the others Delana named, and arrange to approach the White Tower. These are the terms I will accept: Elaida is to resign and go into exile.” Because Elaida would never accept back the sisters who had rebelled against her. An Amyrlin had no say over how an Ajah governed itself, but Elaida had declared that the sisters who fled the Tower were no longer members of any Ajah. According to her, they would have to beg readmittance to their Ajahs, after serving a penance under her direct control. Elaida would not reunite the Tower, only shatter it worse than it already was. “Those are the only terms I will accept, Beonin. The only terms. Do you understand me?”
Beonin’s eyes rolled up in her head, and she would have fallen from her horse if Morvrin had not caught her, muttering under her breath as she held the Gray upright and slapped her face, not lightly. Everyone else stared at Egwene as though they had never seen her before. Even Delana, who must have planned for something like this to happen from the first word she had said. They had come to a halt with Beonin’s fainting fit, and the ring of soldiers around them drew up at a shouted command from Lord Gareth. Some stared toward the Aes Sedai, their anxiety plain even with their faces hidden behind the bars of their helmets.
“It’s time to get back to camp,” Egwene said. Calmly. What had to be done had to be done. Perhaps surrender would have healed the Tower, but she could not believe it. And now it might come down to Aes Sedai facing one another in the streets of Tar Valon, unless she could find a way to make her plan succeed. “We have work to do,” she said, gathering her reins, “and there isn’t much time left.” She prayed there was enough.


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| Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand;
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| ᎠᎴᏬ ᎢᏓᎵᏅᏟ, ᎬᏂᎨᏒ ᏂᏨᏴᏁᎭ ᎣᏍᏛ ᎧᏃᎮᏛ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏨᏯᎵᏥᏙᏁᎸᎩ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏥᏕᏣᏓᏂᎸᏨ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᎵᏂᎩᏛ ᏥᏕᏥᏂᏴᎭ;
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A-le-wo i-da-li-nv-tli, gv-ni-ge-sv ni-tsv-yv-ne-ha o-s-dv ka-no-he-dv, na-s-gi tsi-tsv-ya-li-tsi-do-ne-lv-gi, a-le na-s-gi na-s-quo tsi-de-tsa-da-ni-lv-tsv, a-le na-s-gi u-li-ni-gi-dv tsi-de-tsi-ni-yv-ha;
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| By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain.
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| ᎾᏍᎩ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏥᏣᎵᏍᏕᎸᏙᏗ, ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏍᏓᏯ ᏱᏗᏥᏂᏴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏨᏯᎵᏥᏙᏁᎸᎩ, ᎢᏳᏍᎩᏂᏃᏅ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏱᎩ ᎢᏦᎯᏳᏒᎢ.
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Na-s-gi na-s-quo tsi-tsa-li-s-de-lv-do-di, i-yu-no a-s-da-ya yi-di-tsi-ni-yv na-s-gi tsi-tsv-ya-li-tsi-do-ne-lv-gi, i-yu-s-gi-ni-no-nv a-se-quo-quo yi-gi i-tso-hi-yu-sv-i.
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| For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;
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| ᎢᎬᏱᏱᏰᏃ ᎨᏒ ᏕᏣᏲᎯᏎᎸᎩ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎠᏴ ᏨᎩᏲᎯᏎᎸᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎠᏴ ᎢᎩᏍᎦᏅᏨ ᎢᎩᏲᎱᎯᏎᎸᎢ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᏂᎬᏅ ᎪᏪᎵᎯ;
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I-gv-yi-yi-ye-no ge-sv de-tsa-yo-hi-se-lv-gi na-s-gi na-s-quo a-yv tsv-gi-yo-hi-se-lv-gi, na-s-gi Ga-lo-ne-dv a-yv i-gi-s-ga-nv-tsv i-gi-yo-hu-hi-se-lv-i, na-s-gi-ya ni-gv-nv go-we-li-hi;
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| And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏥᏂᏌᏅᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏦᎢᏁ ᎢᎦ ᏙᎤᎴᎯᏌᏅ ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᏂᎬᏅᎪᏪᎵᎯ;
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A-le na-s-gi a-tsi-ni-sa-nv-i, a-le na-s-gi tso-i-ne i-ga do-u-le-hi-sa-nv na-s-gi-ya ni-gv-nv-go-we-li-hi;
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| And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve:
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏏᏆᏏ ᎤᎪᎲᎢ, ᎿᎭᏉᏃ ᏔᎳᏚ ᎢᏯᏂᏛ.
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A-le na-s-gi Si-qua-si u-go-hv-i, hna-quo-no ta-la-du i-ya-ni-dv.
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| After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.
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| ᎣᏂᏃ ᎯᏍᎩᏧᏈ ᎤᎶᏒᏍᏗ ᎢᏯᏂᏛ ᎠᎾᎵᏅᏟ ᎢᏧᎳᎭ ᎬᏩᎪᎮᎢ; ᎾᏍᎩᏃ [ᎬᏩᎪᎲᎯ] ᎤᏟ ᎢᏯᏂᏛ ᎠᎾᎴᏂᏙ ᎠᏏ ᎪᎯ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎢᎦᏛᏍᎩᏂᏃᏅ ᏚᏂᎵᏅᏨ.
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O-ni-no hi-s-gi-tsu-qui u-lo-sv-s-di i-ya-ni-dv a-na-li-nv-tli i-tsu-la-ha gv-wa-go-he-i; na-s-gi-no [gv-wa-go-hv-hi] u-tli i-ya-ni-dv a-na-le-ni-do a-si go-hi ge-sv-i, i-ga-dv-s-gi-ni-no-nv du-ni-li-nv-tsv.
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| After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles.
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| ᎣᏂᏃ ᏥᎻ ᎤᎪᎮᎢ; ᎿᎭᏉᏃ ᏂᎦᏛ ᎨᏥᏅᏏᏛ [ᎢᎬᏩᎪᎮᎢ.]
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O-ni-no Tsi-mi u-go-he-i; hna-quo-no ni-ga-dv ge-tsi-nv-si-dv [i-gv-wa-go-he-i.]
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| And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
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| ᎣᏂᏱᏃ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎠᏴ ᎥᏥᎪᎥᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎩᎶ ᎤᏕᏗᏱ ᏄᏍᏆᎸᎲᎾᏉ ᏣᏕᎲᏍᎪ ᏣᏓᎪᏩᏘᏍᎪᎢ.
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O-ni-yi-no na-s-quo a-yv v-tsi-go-v-gi, na-s-gi-ya gi-lo u-de-di-yi nu-s-qua-lv-hv-na-quo tsa-de-hv-s-go tsa-da-go-wa-ti-s-go-i.
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| For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God.
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| ᎠᏴᏰᏃ ᎠᏆᏍᏗᎧᏂ ᎣᎩᏅᏏᏛ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎥᏝ ᏰᎵ ᎠᏥᏅᏏᏛ ᎦᏴᏉᏎᏗ ᏱᎩ, ᏅᏗᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᎭ ᎤᏲ ᏂᎦᏥᏴᏁᎸ ᏧᎾᏁᎶᏗ ᎤᎾᏓᏡᎬ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎤᏤᎵᎦ.
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A-yv-ye-no a-qua-s-di-ka-ni o-gi-nv-si-dv ge-sv-i, na-s-gi v-tla ye-li a-tsi-nv-si-dv ga-yv-quo-se-di yi-gi, nv-di-ga-li-s-do-di-ha u-yo ni-ga-tsi-yv-ne-lv tsu-na-ne-lo-di u-na-da-tlu-gv U-ne-la-nv-hi u-tse-li-ga.
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| But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎬᏩᎦᏘᏯ ᎤᏓᏙᎵᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᎠᏴ ᎾᏆᏍᏛ ᎾᏆᏍᏗ; ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎬᏩᎦᏘᏯ ᎤᏓᏙᎵᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᎥᎩᏁᎸᎯ ᏥᎩ, ᎥᏝ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏱᏄᎵᏍᏔᏅ; ᎤᏟᏰᏃ ᎢᎦᎢ ᏓᎩᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᎲ ᎡᏍᎦᏉ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎾᏂᎥᎢ; ᎥᏝᏍᎩᏂᏃᏅ ᎠᏴ, ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯᏍᎩᏂ ᎬᏩᎦᏘᏯ ᎤᏓᏙᎵᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᏗᎩᎧᎿᎭᏩᏗᏙᎸᎯ.
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A-se-no gv-wa-ga-ti-ya u-da-do-li-s-di ge-sv U-ne-la-nv-hi i-yu-wa-ni-sa-dv a-yv na-qua-s-dv na-qua-s-di; a-le na-s-gi gv-wa-ga-ti-ya u-da-do-li-s-di ge-sv v-gi-ne-lv-hi tsi-gi, v-tla a-se-quo-quo yi-nu-li-s-ta-nv; u-tli-ye-no i-ga-i da-gi-lv-wi-s-da-ne-hv e-s-ga-quo na-s-gi na na-ni-v-i; v-tla-s-gi-ni-no-nv a-yv, U-ne-la-nv-hi-s-gi-ni gv-wa-ga-ti-ya u-da-do-li-s-di ge-sv di-gi-ka-hna-wa-di-do-lv-hi.
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| Therefore whether it were I or they, so we preach, and so ye believed.
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| ᎠᏗᎾ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏴ ᏱᎩ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᏱᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏃᏥᏪᎭ ᎣᏣᎵᏥᏙᎲᏍᎦ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏄᏍᏗ ᎢᏦᎯᏳᏅ.
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A-di-na i-yu-no a-yv yi-gi, a-le na-s-gi na yi-gi, na-s-gi no-tsi-we-ha o-tsa-li-tsi-do-hv-s-ga, a-le na-s-gi nu-s-di i-tso-hi-yu-nv.
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| Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎢᏳ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎤᏲᎱᏒᎯ ᏕᎤᎴᎯᏌᏅ ᏯᎦᎵᏥᏙᎲᏍᎦ, ᎦᏙᏃ ᎢᎦᏛ ᎨᏣᏓᏑᏴ ᎯᎠ ᏂᎠᏂᏪᎭ, ᎥᏝ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏱᎩ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ?
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Na-s-gi-no i-yu Ga-lo-ne-dv u-yo-hu-sv-hi de-u-le-hi-sa-nv ya-ga-li-tsi-do-hv-s-ga, ga-do-no i-ga-dv ge-tsa-da-su-yv hi-a ni-a-ni-we-ha, v-tla tsu-na-le-hi-so-di yi-gi tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi?
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| But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen:
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| ᎢᏳᏃ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ, ᎿᎭᏉ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎥᏝ ᏧᎴᎯᏌᏅᎯ ᏱᎩ.
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I-yu-no tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ni-ge-sv-na yi-gi tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi, hna-quo Ga-lo-ne-dv v-tla tsu-le-hi-sa-nv-hi yi-gi.
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| And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.
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| ᎢᏳ ᎠᎴ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᏧᎴᎯᏌᏅᎯ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ, ᎿᎭᏉ ᎣᏣᎵᏥᏙᎲᏍᎬ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ, ᎠᎴ ᎢᏦᎯᏳᏒ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ.
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I-yu a-le Ga-lo-ne-dv tsu-le-hi-sa-nv-hi ni-ge-sv-na yi-gi, hna-quo o-tsa-li-tsi-do-hv-s-gv a-se-quo-quo ni-ga-li-s-di-ha, a-le i-tso-hi-yu-sv na-s-quo a-se-quo-quo ni-ga-li-s-di-ha.
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| Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎬᏂᎨᏒ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ ᎦᏰᎪᎩ ᎣᏥᏃᎮᏍᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ; ᎣᏥᏃᎮᎸᏰᏃ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᏲᎱᏒ ᏕᎤᎴᏔᏅ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ; ᏧᎴᎳᏅᎯ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏥᎩ, ᎢᏳᏃ ᎰᏩ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ.
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a-le na-s-quo gv-ni-ge-sv ni-ga-li-s-di-ha ga-ye-go-gi o-tsi-no-he-s-gi ge-sv U-ne-la-nv-hi; o-tsi-no-he-lv-ye-no U-ne-la-nv-hi na-s-gi u-yo-hu-sv de-u-le-ta-nv Ga-lo-ne-dv; tsu-le-la-nv-hi ni-ge-sv-na tsi-gi, i-yu-no ho-wa tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ni-ge-sv-na yi-gi tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi.
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| For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised:
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| ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯᏰᏃ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ, ᎿᎭᏉ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎥᏝ ᏧᎴᎯᏌᏅᎯ ᏱᎩ.
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Tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi-ye-no tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ni-ge-sv-na yi-gi, hna-quo Ga-lo-ne-dv v-tla tsu-le-hi-sa-nv-hi yi-gi.
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| And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.
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| ᎢᏳ ᎠᎴ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᏧᎴᎯᏌᏅᎯ ᏂᎬᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ, ᎢᏦᎯᏳᏒ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ; ᎠᏏᏉ ᎢᏥᏍᎦᏅᏨ ᎢᏣᏚᏓᎳ.
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I-yu a-le Ga-lo-ne-dv tsu-le-hi-sa-nv-hi ni-gv-sv-na yi-gi, i-tso-hi-yu-sv a-se-quo-quo ni-ga-li-s-di-ha; a-si-quo i-tsi-s-ga-nv-tsv i-tsa-du-da-la.
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| Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᏉ Ꮎ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎤᏃᎯᏳᎯ ᎤᏂᎵᏅᏨᎯ ᏥᎩ ᎬᏩᏂᏲᏥᏙᎸᏉ.
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A-le na-s-quo na Ga-lo-ne-dv u-no-hi-yu-hi u-ni-li-nv-tsv-hi tsi-gi gv-wa-ni-yo-tsi-do-lv-quo.
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| If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
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| ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏂᏉ ᎢᏕᎲ ᎤᏩᏒ ᎤᏚᎩ ᏱᎬᎭ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎢᎩᏍᏕᎸᏗᏱ, ᎾᏂᎥ ᏴᏫ ᏕᏗᎪᎾᏛᏗ ᎤᏲ ᏂᎦᏛᏅᎢ.
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I-yu-no a-ni-quo i-de-hv u-wa-sv u-du-gi yi-gv-ha Ga-lo-ne-dv i-gi-s-de-lv-di-yi, na-ni-v yv-wi de-di-go-na-dv-di u-yo ni-ga-dv-nv-i.
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| But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᏕᎤᎴᎯᏌᏅ ᎤᏲᎱᏒᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏔᏅᎯ ᏄᎵᏍᏔᏅ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᏂᎵᏅᏨᎯ ᏥᎨᏒᎩ.
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A-se-no Ga-lo-ne-dv de-u-le-hi-sa-nv u-yo-hu-sv-i, a-le tsu-da-le-nv-ta-nv-hi nu-li-s-ta-nv na-s-gi u-ni-li-nv-tsv-hi tsi-ge-sv-gi.
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| For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏰᏃ ᏴᏫ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᏥᎩ ᎠᎰᎱᎯᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᏤᎭ, ᏴᏫ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᎠᏲᎱᏒ ᏗᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏥᎩ.
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Na-s-gi-ye-no yv-wi i-yu-wa-ni-sa-dv tsi-gi a-ho-hu-hi-s-di ge-sv tse-ha, yv-wi na-s-quo i-yu-wa-ni-sa-dv a-yo-hu-sv di-le-hi-so-di tsi-gi.
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| For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
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| ᎠᏓᏫᏰᏃ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᏥᏓᏂᏲᎱᏍᎦ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᏗᏅᏃᏛ ᏅᏛᎨᎬᏁᎵ.
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A-da-wi-ye-no i-yu-wa-ni-sa-dv ni-ga-di-yu tsi-da-ni-yo-hu-s-ga, na-s-gi-ya na-s-quo Ga-lo-ne-dv i-yu-wa-ni-sa-dv ni-ga-di-yu di-nv-no-dv nv-dv-ge-gv-ne-li.
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| But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ's at his coming.
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎾᏂᎥ ᎤᎾᏤᎵᏛᎭ; ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏔᏅᎯ; ᎣᏂᏃ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᏧᏤᎵ ᎨᏒ ᎾᎯᏳ ᎦᎷᏨᎭ.
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A-se-no na-ni-v u-na-tse-li-dv-ha; Ga-lo-ne-dv tsu-da-le-nv-ta-nv-hi; o-ni-no na-s-gi na Ga-lo-ne-dv tsu-tse-li ge-sv na-hi-yu ga-lu-tsv-ha.
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| Then cometh the end, when he shall have delivered up the kingdom to God, even the Father; when he shall have put down all rule and all authority and power.
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| ᎿᎭᏉ ᏛᎵᏍᏆᏗ, ᎾᎯᏳ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎨᏒ ᏧᏲᎯᏎᎸᎯ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᎦᏴᎵᎨᎢ; ᎾᎯᏳ ᎠᏛᏔᏃᏅᎭ ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᎤᏂᎬᏫᏳᏌᏕᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎠᎴ ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᏗᎨᎦᏁᎶᏗ ᎨᏒ, ᎠᎴ ᏚᎾᎵᏂᎬᎬᎢ.
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Hna-quo dv-li-s-qua-di, na-hi-yu u-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv tsu-yo-hi-se-lv-hi ge-se-s-di U-ne-la-nv-hi, na-s-gi A-ga-yv-li-ge-i; na-hi-yu a-dv-ta-no-nv-ha ni-ga-di-yu u-ni-gv-wi-yu-sa-de-gi ge-sv a-le ni-ga-di-yu di-ge-ga-ne-lo-di ge-sv, a-le du-na-li-ni-gv-gv-i.
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| For he must reign, till he hath put all enemies under his feet.
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| ᎠᏎᏰᏃ ᏅᏩᏍᏕᏍᏗᏉ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎬᏂ ᏂᎦᏛ ᎬᏩᏍᎦᎩ ᏚᎳᏍᎬ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᏂᏕᎬᏁᎸᎭ.
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A-se-ye-no nv-wa-s-de-s-di-quo U-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv-i, gv-ni ni-ga-dv gv-wa-s-ga-gi du-la-s-gv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv ni-de-gv-ne-lv-ha.
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| The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
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| ᎠᏲᎱᎯᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᎵᏍᏆᎸᏗ ᎤᏍᎦᎩ ᎠᏥᏛᏙᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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A-yo-hu-hi-s-di ge-sv na-s-gi u-li-s-qua-lv-di u-s-ga-gi a-tsi-dv-do-di ge-sv-i.
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| For he hath put all things under his feet. But when he saith, all things are put under him, it is manifest that he is excepted, which did put all things under him.
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| ᏂᎦᏗᏳᏰᏃ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏛ ᏚᎳᏍᎬ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᎢᎬᏁᎸᎯ. ᎠᏎᏃ, ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏛ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᎢᏯᎬᏁᎸᎯ ᏣᏗᎭ, ᎬᏂᎨᏒ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ ᎾᎦᏠᏯᏍᏛᎾ ᎨᏒ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏛ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᎢᏳᏩᏁᎸᎯ.
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Ni-ga-di-yu-ye-no tsu-da-le-nv-dv du-la-s-gv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv i-gv-ne-lv-hi. A-se-no, ni-ga-di-yu tsu-da-le-nv-dv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv i-ya-gv-ne-lv-hi tsa-di-ha, gv-ni-ge-sv ni-ga-li-s-di-ha na-ga-tlo-ya-s-dv-na ge-sv na-s-gi na ni-ga-dv tsu-da-le-nv-dv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv i-yu-wa-ne-lv-hi.
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| And when all things shall be subdued unto him, then shall the Son also himself be subject unto him that put all things under him, that God may be all in all.
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| ᎾᎯᏳᏃ ᏂᎦᏗᏳ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏛ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᎢᏯᎬᏁᎸᎯ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ, ᎿᎭᏉ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎤᏪᏥ ᎤᏩᏒ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᏅᏛᏛᏁᎵ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏧᏓᎴᏅᏛ ᎭᏫᏂᏗᏢ ᎢᏳᏩᏁᎸᎯ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᏂᎦᎥ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ ᎢᏳᎵᏍᏙᏗᏱ ᎾᏂᎥ ᎠᏁᎲᎢ.
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Na-hi-yu-no ni-ga-di-yu tsu-da-le-nv-dv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv i-ya-gv-ne-lv-hi ge-se-s-di, hna-quo na-s-quo U-we-tsi u-wa-sv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv nv-dv-dv-ne-li na-s-gi na ni-ga-dv tsu-da-le-nv-dv ha-wi-ni-di-tlv i-yu-wa-ne-lv-hi, na-s-gi U-ne-la-nv-hi ni-ga-v i-gv-ni-si-s-gi i-yu-li-s-do-di-yi na-ni-v a-ne-hv-i.
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| Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are they then baptized for the dead?
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| ᎢᏳᏃ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏄᏍᏛᎾ ᏱᎩ, ᎦᏙ ᏛᎾᏛᏁᎵ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ ᏥᏅᏗᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᏍᎪ ᏥᏕᎨᎦᏬᏍᎪᎢ? ᎢᏳᏃ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ ᎠᏎ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎢᎨᏎᏍᏗ, ᎦᏙᏃ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ ᏅᏗᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᏍᎪ ᏙᎨᎦᏬᏍᎪᎢ?
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I-yu-no na-s-gi nu-s-dv-na yi-gi, ga-do dv-na-dv-ne-li tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi tsi-nv-di-ga-li-s-do-di-s-go tsi-de-ge-ga-wo-s-go-i? i-yu-no tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi a-se tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ni-ge-sv-na i-ge-se-s-di, ga-do-no tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi nv-di-ga-li-s-do-di-s-go do-ge-ga-wo-s-go-i?
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| And why stand we in jeopardy every hour?
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| ᎠᎴ ᎦᏙᏃ ᎤᎾᏰᎯᏍᏗ ᏂᎦᏛᎿᎭᏕᎦ ᏂᎪᎯᎸᎢ?
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A-le ga-do-no u-na-ye-hi-s-di ni-ga-dv-hna-de-ga ni-go-hi-lv-i?
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| I protest by your rejoicing which I have in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily.
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| ᏥᏁᎢᏍᏗᎭ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎤᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ ᏣᎩᎭ ᏂᎯ ᏥᏅᏗᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᎭ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏌ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎣᎦᏤᎵ ᏨᏗᏓᎴᎲᏍᎦ, ᏥᏲᎱᏍᎪ ᏂᏚᎩᏨᏂᏒᎢ.
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Tsi-ne-i-s-di-ha na-s-gi na u-li-he-li-s-di tsa-gi-ha ni-hi tsi-nv-di-ga-li-s-do-di-ha, na-s-gi Tsi-sa Ga-lo-ne-dv U-gv-wi-yu-hi o-ga-tse-li tsv-di-da-le-hv-s-ga, tsi-yo-hu-s-go ni-du-gi-tsv-ni-sv-i.
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| If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus, what advantageth it me, if the dead rise not? let us eat and drink; for to morrow we die.
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| ᎢᏳᏃ ᏴᏫ ᎢᏳᎾᏛᏁᏗ ᎢᏯᏆᏛᏁᎸᎯ ᏱᎩ, ᏅᎩ ᏗᏂᏅᏌᏗ ᎤᏂᏍᎦᏎᏗ ᎣᎦᎵᎸᎯ ᏱᎩ ᎡᏈᏌ ᎦᏚᎲᎢ, ᎦᏙ ᎬᎩᏁᏉᏤᏗ ᎣᏍᏛ ᎨᏒ, ᎢᏳᏃ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏱᎩ? ᎢᏓᎵᏍᏓᏴᎲᏍᎨᏍᏗ, ᎠᎴ ᎢᏓᏗᏔᏍᎨᏍᏗ; ᏑᎾᎴᏉᏰᏃ ᏙᏓᏗᏲᎱᏏ.
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I-yu-no yv-wi i-yu-na-dv-ne-di i-ya-qua-dv-ne-lv-hi yi-gi, nv-gi di-ni-nv-sa-di u-ni-s-ga-se-di o-ga-li-lv-hi yi-gi E-qui-sa ga-du-hv-i, ga-do gv-gi-ne-quo-tse-di o-s-dv ge-sv, i-yu-no tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ni-ge-sv-na yi-gi? i-da-li-s-da-yv-hv-s-ge-s-di, a-le i-da-di-ta-s-ge-s-di; su-na-le-quo-ye-no do-da-di-yo-hu-si.
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| Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.
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| ᏞᏍᏗ ᎡᏥᎵᏓᏍᏔᏅᎩ; ᎾᏲ ᏗᎵᏃᎮᎵᏓᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᎠᏲᏍᏗᏍᎪ ᎣᏍᏛ ᏗᎦᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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Tle-s-di e-tsi-li-da-s-ta-nv-gi; na-yo di-li-no-he-li-da-s-di ge-sv a-yo-s-di-s-go o-s-dv di-ga-lv-wi-s-da-ne-di ge-sv-i.
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| Awake to righteousness, and sin not; for some have not the knowledge of God: I speak this to your shame.
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| ᎢᏥᏰᎩ ᏚᏳᎪᏛ ᎢᏣᏛᏁᏗᏱ, ᎠᎴ ᏞᏍᏗ ᏱᏥᏍᎦᏅᎨᏍᏗ; ᎢᎦᏛᏰᏃ ᎥᏝ ᏯᏂᎦᏔᎭ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ; ᎤᏕᎰᎯᏍᏗᏳ ᎢᏨᏃᎮᎭ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎯᎠ ᏥᏂᏥᏪᎭ.
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I-tsi-ye-gi du-yu-go-dv i-tsa-dv-ne-di-yi, a-le tle-s-di yi-tsi-s-ga-nv-ge-s-di; i-ga-dv-ye-no v-tla ya-ni-ga-ta-ha U-ne-la-nv-hi; u-de-ho-hi-s-di-yu i-tsv-no-he-ha na-s-gi hi-a tsi-ni-tsi-we-ha.
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| But some man will say, How are the dead raised up? and with what body do they come?
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎩᎶ ᎯᎠ ᏱᏅᎦᏫ, ᎦᏙ ᏓᎨᎬᏁᎵ ᏙᏓᎨᎦᎴᏔᏂ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ? ᎠᎴ ᎦᏙ ᎤᏍᏕᏍᏗ ᎤᏙᏢᏒ ᏗᏂᏰᎸ ᎠᏂᎷᏨᎭ?
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A-se-no gi-lo hi-a yi-nv-ga-wi, Ga-do da-ge-gv-ne-li do-da-ge-ga-le-ta-ni tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi? a-le ga-do u-s-de-s-di u-do-tlv-sv di-ni-ye-lv a-ni-lu-tsv-ha?
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| Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die:
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| ᏣᏁᎫ! ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏫᏍᎪᎢ ᎥᏝ ᏴᎬᎵᏰᎲᎦ ᎬᏂ ᎤᎪᎯ;
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Tsa-ne-gu! na-s-gi tsi-wi-s-go-i v-tla yv-gv-li-ye-hv-ga gv-ni u-go-hi;
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| And that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain:
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏫᏍᎪᎢ, ᎥᏝ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏰᎸ ᎤᏙᏢᏗ ᎨᏒ ᏱᏫᏍᎪᎢ, ᎤᎦᏔᎭᏉᏍᎩᏂ, ᎤᏣᎴᏍᏗᏉ ᏱᎩ, ᎠᎴ ᎪᎱᏍᏗᏉ ᎤᏍᏗ ᏅᏩᏓᎴ ᏱᎩ;
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A-le na-s-gi tsi-wi-s-go-i, v-tla na-s-gi a-ye-lv u-do-tlv-di ge-sv yi-wi-s-go-i, u-ga-ta-ha-quo-s-gi-ni, u-tsa-le-s-di-quo yi-gi, a-le go-hu-s-di-quo u-s-di nv-wa-da-le yi-gi;
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| But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to every seed his own body.
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| ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯᏍᎩᏂ ᎠᏁᎰ ᎠᏰᎸ ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎣᏏ ᎤᏰᎸᏅᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᏄᏓᎴᏒ ᎤᎦᏔ ᎤᏤᎵᎦᏯ ᎠᏰᎸᎢ.
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U-ne-la-nv-hi-s-gi-ni a-ne-ho a-ye-lv na-s-gi-ya o-si u-ye-lv-nv-i, a-le nu-da-le-sv u-ga-ta u-tse-li-ga-ya a-ye-lv-i.
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| All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
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| ᏂᎦᏛ ᎤᏇᏓᎵ ᎨᏒ ᎥᏝ ᎤᏠᏱᎭ ᏱᎩ; ᏴᏫᏰᏃ ᎤᏂᏇᏓᎸ ᏑᏓᎴᎩ; ᏅᏩᏓᎴᏃ ᏅᎩ ᏗᏂᏅᏌᏗ ᎤᏂᏇᏓᎸᎢ, ᏅᏩᏓᎴᏃ ᎠᏣᏗ, ᏅᏩᏓᎴᏃ ᏥᏍᏆ.
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Ni-ga-dv u-que-da-li ge-sv v-tla u-tlo-yi-ha yi-gi; yv-wi-ye-no u-ni-que-da-lv su-da-le-gi; nv-wa-da-le-no nv-gi di-ni-nv-sa-di u-ni-que-da-lv-i, nv-wa-da-le-no a-tsa-di, nv-wa-da-le-no tsi-s-qua.
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| There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial: but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.
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| ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᏉ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᎠᏁᎭ ᏗᎪᏢᏅᎯ, ᎠᎴ ᎡᎶᎯ ᎠᏁᎭ ᏗᎪᏢᏅᎯ; ᎠᏎᏃ ᏧᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᎠᏁᎯ ᏅᏩᏓᎴᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᏧᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᎡᎶᎯ ᎠᏁᎯ ᏅᏩᏓᎴᎢ.
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A-le na-s-quo ga-lv-la-di a-ne-ha di-go-tlv-nv-hi, a-le e-lo-hi a-ne-ha di-go-tlv-nv-hi; a-se-no tsu-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv ga-lv-la-di a-ne-hi nv-wa-da-le-i, a-le tsu-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv e-lo-hi a-ne-hi nv-wa-da-le-i.
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| There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
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| ᏅᏙ ᎢᎦ ᎡᎯ ᎤᏤᎵᏛ ᎤᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᎤᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᏅᏙ ᏒᏃᏱ ᎡᎯ ᏅᏩᏓᎴᎢ, ᎠᎴ ᏧᏃᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᏃᏈᏏ ᏅᏩᏓᎴᎢ; ᎠᎴ ᏃᏈᏏ ᎧᎸ ᎤᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᏅᏩᏓᎴ ᏄᏍᏙ ᏃᏈᏏ ᏄᏍᏛ ᎤᏬᏚᎯᏳ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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Nv-do i-ga e-hi u-tse-li-dv u-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv-i, a-le u-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv nv-do sv-no-yi e-hi nv-wa-da-le-i, a-le tsu-no-du-hi-yu ge-sv no-qui-si nv-wa-da-le-i; a-le no-qui-si ka-lv u-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv nv-wa-da-le nu-s-do no-qui-si nu-s-dv u-wo-du-hi-yu ge-sv-i.
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| So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption:
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏄᏍᏗ ᏧᎾᎴᎯᏐᏗ ᎨᏒ ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯ. ᎠᏲᎩ ᎠᏫᏒᎯ ᎨᏐᎢ; ᎠᏲᎩ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏗᎴᏙᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ.
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Na-s-gi-ya na-s-quo nu-s-di tsu-na-le-hi-so-di ge-sv tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi. A-yo-gi a-wi-sv-hi ge-so-i; a-yo-gi ni-ge-sv-na di-le-do-di ge-se-s-di.
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| It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power:
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| ᎦᎸᏉᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎠᏫᏒᎯ ᎨᏐᎢ, ᎦᎸᏉᏗᏳ ᏗᎴᏙᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ; ᎠᏩᎾᎦᎳ ᎠᏫᏒᎯ ᎨᏐᎢ, ᎤᎵᏂᎩᏛ ᏗᎴᏙᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ;
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Ga-lv-quo-di ni-ge-sv-na a-wi-sv-hi ge-so-i, ga-lv-quo-di-yu di-le-do-di ge-se-s-di; a-wa-na-ga-la a-wi-sv-hi ge-so-i, u-li-ni-gi-dv di-le-do-di ge-se-s-di;
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| It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
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| ᎢᏗᏫᏍᎪ ᎤᏇᏓᎵ ᎠᏰᎸ ᎠᏫᏒᎯ ᎨᏐᎢ, ᎠᏓᏅᏙ ᎤᏙᏢᏒ ᏗᎴᏙᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ. ᎤᏇᏓᎵ ᎠᏰᎸ ᎡᎭ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏓᏅᏙ ᎤᏙᏢᏒ ᎡᎭ.
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I-di-wi-s-go u-que-da-li a-ye-lv a-wi-sv-hi ge-so-i, a-da-nv-do u-do-tlv-sv di-le-do-di ge-se-s-di. U-que-da-li a-ye-lv e-ha, a-le a-da-nv-do u-do-tlv-sv e-ha.
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| And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit.
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏯᏃ ᎯᎠ ᏂᎬᏅ ᎦᏪᎳ, ᎢᎬᏱᏱ ᏴᏫ ᎠᏓᏫ ᎬᏃᏛ ᏄᎵᏍᏔᏁᎢ; ᎣᏂᏱᏃ ᎠᏓᏫ ᎠᏓᏅᏙ ᎬᏂᏛ ᏗᏁᎯ ᏄᎵᏍᏔᏁᎢ.
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Na-s-gi-ya-no hi-a ni-gv-nv ga-we-la, i-gv-yi-yi yv-wi A-da-wi gv-no-dv nu-li-s-ta-ne-i; o-ni-yi-no A-da-wi a-da-nv-do gv-ni-dv di-ne-hi nu-li-s-ta-ne-i.
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| Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual.
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎥᏝ ᎢᎬᏱ ᏱᎨᏎ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎠᏓᏅᏙ ᏥᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩᏍᎩᏂ Ꮎ ᎠᏇᏓᎵ ᏥᎩ; ᎣᏂᏃ ᎢᏴᏛ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎠᏓᏅᏙ ᏥᎩ.
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A-se-no v-tla i-gv-yi yi-ge-se na-s-gi na a-da-nv-do tsi-gi, na-s-gi-s-gi-ni na a-que-da-li tsi-gi; o-ni-no i-yv-dv na-s-gi na a-da-nv-do tsi-gi.
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| The first man is of the earth, earthy: the second man is the Lord from heaven.
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| ᎢᎬᏱᏱ ᎠᏍᎦᏯ ᎦᏙᎯ ᏅᏓᏳᏓᎴᏅᎯ, ᎦᏓᏉ ᎨᏎᎢ; ᏔᎵᏁ ᎠᏍᎦᏯ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᏅᏓᏳᏓᎴᏅᎯ.
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I-gv-yi-yi a-s-ga-ya ga-do-hi nv-da-yu-da-le-nv-hi, ga-da-quo ge-se-i; ta-li-ne a-s-ga-ya U-gv-wi-yu-hi ga-lv-la-di nv-da-yu-da-le-nv-hi.
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| As is the earthy, such are they also that are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly.
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| ᏄᏍᏛ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎦᏓᏉ ᎠᎪᏢᏔᏅᎯ ᏥᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏄᎾᏍᏗ ᎦᏓᏉ ᎨᎪᏢᏔᏅᎯ; ᎠᎴ ᏄᏍᏛ ᎾᏍᎩ Ꮎ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᎡᎯ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏄᎾᏍᏗ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᎠᏁᎯ.
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Nu-s-dv na-s-gi na ga-da-quo a-go-tlv-ta-nv-hi tsi-gi, na-s-gi-ya na-s-quo nu-na-s-di ga-da-quo ge-go-tlv-ta-nv-hi; a-le nu-s-dv na-s-gi na ga-lv-la-di e-hi, na-s-gi-ya na-s-quo nu-na-s-di ga-lv-la-di a-ne-hi.
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| And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.
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| ᎠᎴ ᎦᏓ ᎠᎪᏢᏔᏅᎯ ᏄᏍᏛ ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᏥᏂᎦᏍᏗ, ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎾᏍᏉ ᏂᎦᏍᏕᏍᏗ ᏄᏍᏛ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᎡᎯ.
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A-le ga-da a-go-tlv-ta-nv-hi nu-s-dv na-s-gi-ya tsi-ni-ga-s-di, na-s-gi-ya na-s-quo ni-ga-s-de-s-di nu-s-dv ga-lv-la-di e-hi.
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| Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎯᎠ ᏂᏥᏪᎭ ᎢᏓᎵᏅᏟ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᏇᏓᎵ ᎨᏒ ᎠᎴ ᎩᎬ ᎥᏝ ᎤᎾᏤᎵ ᎢᎬᏩᎵᏍᏙᏗ ᏱᎩ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎤᏤᎵᎪᎯ; ᎥᏝ ᎠᎴ ᎠᏲᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏤᎵ ᎢᎬᏩᎵᏍᏙᏗ ᏱᎩ ᎠᏲᎯ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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Na-s-gi-no hi-a ni-tsi-we-ha i-da-li-nv-tli, na-s-gi u-que-da-li ge-sv a-le gi-gv v-tla u-na-tse-li i-gv-wa-li-s-do-di yi-gi U-ne-la-nv-hi u-tse-li-go-hi; v-tla a-le a-yo-gi ge-sv u-tse-li i-gv-wa-li-s-do-di yi-gi a-yo-hi ni-ge-sv-na ge-sv-i.
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| Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
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| ᎬᏂᏳᏉ, ᎢᏨᎾᏄᎪᏫᏎ ᎤᏕᎵᏛ ᎨᏒᎢ; ᎥᏝ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏴᏓᏗᎵᏅᏥ, ᏂᎦᏗᏳᏍᎩᏂ ᎡᎩᏁᏟᏴᏍᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ
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Gv-ni-yu-quo, i-tsv-na-nu-go-wi-se u-de-li-dv ge-sv-i; v-tla ni-ga-dv yv-da-di-li-nv-tsi, ni-ga-di-yu-s-gi-ni e-gi-ne-tli-yv-s-di ge-se-s-di
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| In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
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| ᎩᎳᏉ ᎢᏴᏛ, ᏥᏛᎦᏔᎾᏫᏍᏗᏉ ᎢᎪᎯᏛ, ᎤᎵᏍᏆᎸᏗ ᎠᏤᎷᎩ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏔᏅᎭ; ᎠᏤᎷᎩᏰᏃ ᏓᏳᏃᏴᎳᏏ, ᏧᏂᏲᎱᏒᎯᏃ ᏙᏓᎨᎦᎴᏔᏂ ᎠᏂᏲᎩ ᏁᎨᏒᎾ, ᎠᏴᏃ ᏓᏰᎩᏁᏟᏴᏏ.
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Gi-la-quo i-yv-dv, tsi-dv-ga-ta-na-wi-s-di-quo i-go-hi-dv, u-li-s-qua-lv-di a-tse-lu-gi ni-ga-li-s-ta-nv-ha; a-tse-lu-gi-ye-no da-yu-no-yv-la-si, tsu-ni-yo-hu-sv-hi-no do-da-ge-ga-le-ta-ni a-ni-yo-gi ne-ge-sv-na, a-yv-no da-ye-gi-ne-tli-yv-si.
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| For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
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| ᎯᎠᏰᏃ ᎠᏲᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎠᏲᎩ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏛᏄᏬᏍᏔᏂ, ᎠᎴ ᎯᎠ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏲᎱᏍᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎠᏲᎱᏍᎩ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᏛᏄᏬᏍᏔᏂ.
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Hi-a-ye-no a-yo-gi ge-sv a-yo-gi ni-ge-sv-na dv-nu-wo-s-ta-ni, a-le hi-a na-s-gi a-yo-hu-s-gi ge-sv a-yo-hu-s-gi ni-ge-sv-na dv-nu-wo-s-ta-ni.
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| So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
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| ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎿᎭᏉ ᎯᎠ ᎠᏲᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎠᏲᎩ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏄᏬᏍᏔᏁᏍᏗ, ᎠᎴ ᎯᎠ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏲᎱᏍᎩ ᎠᏲᎱᏍᎩ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏄᏬᏍᏔᏁᏍᏗ, ᎿᎭᏉ ᏄᎵᏍᏔᏁᏍᏗ ᎯᎠ ᎢᎦᏪᏛ ᎨᏒ ᏥᎪᏪᎳ, ᎠᏓᎵᏁᎯᏗᏍᎩ ᎨᏒ ᎤᎩᏐᏅ ᎠᏲᎱᎯᏍᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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Na-s-gi-no hna-quo hi-a a-yo-gi ge-sv a-yo-gi ni-ge-sv-na ge-sv u-nu-wo-s-ta-ne-s-di, a-le hi-a na-s-gi a-yo-hu-s-gi a-yo-hu-s-gi ni-ge-sv-na ge-sv u-nu-wo-s-ta-ne-s-di, hna-quo nu-li-s-ta-ne-s-di hi-a i-ga-we-dv ge-sv tsi-go-we-la, A-da-li-ne-hi-di-s-gi ge-sv u-gi-so-nv a-yo-hu-hi-s-di ge-sv-i.
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| O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
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| ᏂᎯ ᎠᏲᎱᎯᏍᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎭᏢ ᏣᏓᏨᏯᏍᏗᎨᏒᎢ? ᏂᎯ ᏗᏓᏂᏐᏗᏱ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎭᏢ ᏣᏓᏎᎪᎩᏍᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ?
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Ni-hi a-yo-hu-hi-s-di ge-sv-i, ha-tlv tsa-da-tsv-ya-s-di-ge-sv-i? ni-hi di-da-ni-so-di-yi ge-sv-i, ha-tlv tsa-da-se-go-gi-s-di ge-sv-i?
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| The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
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| ᎠᏲᎱᏍᏗ ᎤᏓᏨᏯᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎠᏍᎦᏂ; ᎠᏍᎦᏂᏃ ᎤᎵᏂᎪᎯᏍᏗᏍᎩ ᎾᏍᎩ ᏗᎧᎿᎭᏩᏛᏍᏗ.
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A-yo-hu-s-di u-da-tsv-ya-s-di ge-sv, na-s-gi a-s-ga-ni; a-s-ga-ni-no u-li-ni-go-hi-s-di-s-gi na-s-gi di-ka-hna-wa-dv-s-di.
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| But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
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| ᎠᏎᏃ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏤᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᎩᏁᎭ ᎢᎦᏓᏎᎪᎩᏍᏗᏱ, ᏨᏗᏓᎴᎲᏍᎦ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎢᎦᏤᎵ ᏥᏌ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ.
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A-se-no U-ne-la-nv-hi a-li-he-li-tse-di ge-se-s-di, na-s-gi tsi-gi-ne-ha i-ga-da-se-go-gi-s-di-yi, tsv-di-da-le-hv-s-ga U-gv-wi-yu-hi i-ga-tse-li Tsi-sa Ga-lo-ne-dv.
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| Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
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| ᎾᏍᎩ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ, ᎢᏨᎨᏳᎢ ᎢᏓᎵᏅᏟ, ᏗᏣᎵᏂᎩᏗᏳ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ, ᎦᏰᏥᏖᎸᏗ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ, ᏂᎪᎯᎸ ᎤᏣᏘ ᏕᏥᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᎮᏍᏗ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎤᏤᎵ ᏗᎦᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᏗ ᎨᏒᎢ, ᎢᏥᎦᏔᎭᏰᏃ ᎾᏍᎩ ᎢᏣᎵᏂᎬᏁᎲ ᎤᎬᏫᏳᎯ ᎤᏤᎵ ᏕᏥᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᎲ ᎠᏎᏉᏉ ᏂᎨᏒᎾ ᎨᏒᎢ.
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Na-s-gi i-yu-s-di, i-tsv-ge-yu-i i-da-li-nv-tli, di-tsa-li-ni-gi-di-yu ge-se-s-di, ga-ye-tsi-te-lv-di ni-ge-sv-na ge-se-s-di, ni-go-hi-lv u-tsa-ti de-tsi-lv-wi-s-da-ne-he-s-di U-gv-wi-yu-hi u-tse-li di-ga-lv-wi-s-da-ne-di ge-sv-i, i-tsi-ga-ta-ha-ye-no na-s-gi i-tsa-li-ni-gv-ne-hv U-gv-wi-yu-hi u-tse-li de-tsi-lv-wi-s-da-ne-hv a-se-quo-quo ni-ge-sv-na ge-sv-i.
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The goal of the Jawr maven plugin is to simplify the use of the bundle preprocessing in the maven build life cycle. If you have not read the documentation of the bundle preprocessing, please take a look at it before continuing.
The Jawr maven plugin use the following properties:
<plugin> <groupId>net.jawr</groupId> <artifactId>maven-jawr-plugin</artifactId> <version>1.0</version> <executions> <execution> <!-- Use this phase so that we could deal with the war folder just before the war package --> <phase>prepare-package</phase> <goals> <goal>bundle</goal> </goals> </execution> </executions> <configuration> <generateCDNFiles>true</generateCDNFiles> </configuration> </plugin>
For the spring MVC projects, you can use:
<plugin> <groupId>net.jawr</groupId> <artifactId>maven-jawr-plugin</artifactId> <version>1.0</version> <executions> <execution> <!-- Use this phase so that we could deal with the war folder just before the war package --> <phase>prepare-package</phase> <goals> <goal>bundle</goal> </goals> </execution> </executions> <configuration> <generateCDNFiles>true</generateCDNFiles> <springConfigFiles>classpath:/spring-JawrConfig.xml,/WEB-INF/jawr-controllers.xml</springConfigFiles> </configuration> </plugin>
You could launch the bundling process directly using the maven command:
mvn jawr:bundle
As you know, the bundle processor fakes the server startup. In the current implementation, the bundle processor will add the WEB-INF/lib directory in the classpath. But you could face some issue, if you are using some jar files, which are define in the application server itself.
To resolve this issue, you can use the classpath property in the plugin definition like below:
<plugin> <groupId>net.jawr</groupId> <artifactId>maven-jawr-plugin</artifactId> <version>1.0</version> <executions> <execution> <!-- Use this phase so that we could deal with the war folder just before the war package --> <phase>prepare-package</phase> <goals> <goal>bundle</goal> </goals> </execution> </executions> <!-- Add jars as the dependencies of the plugin, so it will be accessible in the classpath during the Jawr maven plugin execution --> <dependencies> <dependency> <groupId>com.mycompany</groupId> <artifactId>my-artifact</artifactId> <version>1.0</version> </dependency> </dependencies> <configuration> <generateCDNFiles>true</generateCDNFiles> </configuration> </plugin>


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The HashMap
A hash table is made up of two parts: an array (the actual table where the data to be searched is stored) and a mapping function, known as a hash function.
The hash function is a mapping from the input space to the integer space that defines the indices of the array. In other words, the hash function provides a way for assigning numbers to the input data such that the data can then be stored at the array index corresponding to the assigned number.
For example, if I want to store <“Durant”>, I pass “Durant” into the hash function, and get (let’s say) number 3. So in the Hash Table, it will store table(3 -> “Durant”).
In this way, the searching of HashMap can almost achieve O(1) time in best case (like array access).
However,
For average case, It really is (as the wikipedia page says) O(1+n/k) where K is the hash table size. If K is large enough, then the result is effectively O(1). But suppose K is 10 and N is 100. In that case each bucket will have on average 10 entries, so the search time is definitely not O(1); it is a linear search through up to 10 entries.
In practise, we will just assume search in HashMap always O(1).
Below is a great conclusion.
Hash tables are
O(1)
average and amortized case complexity, however is suffers fromO(n)
worst case time complexity. [And I think this is where your confusion is]Hash tables suffer from
O(n)
worst time complexity due to two reasons:
- If too many elements were hashed into the same key: looking inside this key may take
O(n)
time.- Once a hash table has passed its load balance - it has to rehash [create a new bigger table, and re-insert each element to the table].
However, it is said to be
O(1)
average and amortized case because:
- It is very rare that many items will be hashed to the same key [if you chose a good hash function and you don't have too big load balance.
- The rehash operation, which is
O(n)
, can at most happen aftern/2
ops, which are all assumedO(1)
: Thus when you sum the average time per op, you get :(n*O(1) + O(n)) / n) = O(1)


Byzantine Consensus Blockchain Stack
At today’s Bitcoin prices and reward schedule, miners are rewarded on the order of $1,500,000 a day to secure the blockchain ledger — and a significant portion of that money is wasted on electricity.
Proof-of-work based consensus algorithms are also slow, requiring up to an hour (or more for large transactions) to fully confirm a payment to prevent double-spending, and the forking nature of the blockchain makes applications difficult to implement correctly.
Tendermint uses an advanced public-key-cryptography-based BFT algorithm as well as collateral deposits to create a better consensus solution for blockchains and cryptocurrencies.
We adapted the DLS algorithm for its simplicity and ability to tolerate arbitrary disruptions in the network. This algorithm doesn’t incentivize nodes to waste electricity. Instead, it requires nodes to securely sign messages while participating in a round-based protocol.
Tendermint introduces a few innovations on top of the DLS algorithm to make it suitable for the blockchain, and for completely decentralized P2P gossip networks (like Bitcoin).
Users must first post a bond deposit before becoming a validator to participate in the consensus process. To get the bond deposit back, validators must post an unbond-transaction and wait a long duration of time.
If the validator causes the blockchain to fork while its coins are locked in bond, all of its coins are destroyed. This means that as long as you sync your blockchain with the network periodically you never have to trust a central checkpoint.
For more information, check out the spec ››
| Tendermint | Bitcoin |
|---|---|
|
Secured by collateral deposits
no wasteful mining involved |
Secured by proof-of-work mining
requires expensive upkeep to keep secure |
|
Accountable public-key securty
determine who caused double-spend attacks; collateral is at stake |
Anonymous mining security
double-spend attacks only incur relatively small opportunity costs; attackers remain anonymous |
|
Transactions commit immediately and deterministically
two communication rounds to commit, takes seconds; blockchain does not fork |
Transactions commit slowly and probabilistically
forkful model is cumbersome for application developers |
|
Ships with the Ethereum virtual machine
and an advanced permissions system developed by Eris Industries |
Non-Turing-complete bytecode scripts
limited functionality |
| Compatible with an ecosystem of inifintely many secure blockchains for scaling | Only supports one secure global blockchain, only allows vertical scaling |
More resources:
read the spec •
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No matter where you are in the stack, you have to know a least some JavaScript.
This is a Jquery plugin I wrote that will create a random Conway's Life board of a size specificed. I have two smaller boards below. To see it pushing its extreme at 60x60 but still runable go here. The graphical engine used is pixi.js.


Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith,
Nasty, dirty, double-crossing, back-stabbing phony I didn't have to wanna have to deal with,
But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile.
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry a while.
I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan,
Alright, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man?
I'm letting the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profile.
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.
Feel like a fighting rooster, feel better than I ever felt,
But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to melt.
I went to the church house, every day I go an extra mile.
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.
Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the wall,
It must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 AM booty call.
To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style.
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry a while.
I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't control,
Some people, they ain't human, they got no heart or soul.
Well, I'm crying to the lord, trying to be meek and mild.
Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.

I'm gon' buy me a barrel of whiskey, I'll die before I turn senile.
Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.
Well, you bet on a horse and it, it ran the wrong way,
I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day.
I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial.
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.


LARA CROFT: TOMB RAIDER ------------------------
Lady Lara Croft (Angelina Jolie, "Gone in 60 Seconds") lives in a mind-numbingly huge British estate with her butler Hilary (Chris Barrie of the British series "Red Dwarf"), who attempts to get her to dress more femininely, and personal techno-geek Bryce (Noah Taylor, "Shine"), who devises things like a huge killer robot (straight out of "Robocop") to keep Lara at the top of her game. That game is tomb raiding for antiquities, a career taught her by her beloved, now deceased dad (Jon Voight, Jolie's real father). A once-every-5,000 years convergence of the planets combined with the discovery of a ticking 'key' sets Lara off on her latest worldwide adventure to stop the evil Illuminati from stealing the power of time itself in "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider."
Having never played the videogame, I have a question - is the name Lara Croft code for Large Cups? Angelina Jolie, with the help of some bust boosting, personifies the vidgame heroine - a tough, motorcycle riding chick with an inhuman figure encased in tight clothing and a personal arsenal. She can apparently hear the ticking of a clock encased within a stairwell from 100 yards and a sound sleep, pull in favors from secret ops groups and beat the living daylights out of a score of men firing a hail of bullets at her without suffering a scratch, yet doesn't have the sense to employ Bryce to protect the key to earth's destruction from being stolen.
 His one good idea is to surprise the audience when a second shower scene doesn't pan down to the figure we expect.
Cinematographer Peter Menzies Jr., blessed with these exotic locations, serves up a muddy looking, visually bland film. Simon West's ("Con Air," "The General's Daughter") direction is so flat-footed, that boredom sets in just as Lara's adventure is beginning. Not a single member of the cast is given an opportunity to breath life into their characters, although Daniel Craig ("I Dreamed of Africa") shows a glimmer that somehow got past West as Lara's former boyfriend, mercenary tomb raider Alex Marrs.
Sitting through "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider" had me wishing I'd brought a PlayStation to the theater because the entertainment sure wasn't on the screen.
D-
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_Ready_to_Rumble_ (PG-13) * (out of ****)
Professional wrestling has long suffered the criticism that it caters to the most lowbrow audience with its barely organized displays of violence. But as low as wrestling goes, rarely does it plunge to the crass depths explored by the wrestling-themed comedy _Ready_to_Rumble_, which goes out of its way to prove that tastelessness does not equal comic inspiration.
To their credit, writer Steven Brill and director Brian Robbins satisfy their crudest instincts in the film's early stages, which concerns fanatical World Championship Wrestling (as opposed to World Wrestling Federation) fans Gordie (David Arquette) and Sean's (Scott Caan) search for their hero, dethroned and disgraced wrestling champion Jimmy King (Oliver Platt). Gordie and Sean work in sanitation--namely, the cleaning of portapotties--so leave it to Brill and Robbins to not leave any raw sewage joke uncovered. They even go the extra mile, venturing beyond mere jokes about excrement and flatulence into the territory of crab lice. Prefer cheap slapstick over bodily function humor? Worry you not--the film's opening "match" set in a convenience store is but the first in a very long line of brutal fights unsuccessfully played for laughs.
_Ready_to_Rumble_ is rated PG-13, and it provides ample ammunition for the argument that the MPAA ratings board is extremely lenient when it comes to violence. Very little blood is shed in _Rumble_, but many severe beatings are suffered by a number of characters, including a "Nitro Girl" cheerleader named Sasha (Rose McGowan) at the hands of her "boyfriend" Gordie. While there is no doubt as to the less-than-serious intent, there is nothing particularly cartoonish about the execution: those are real kicks and punches being thrown, and genuine body slams and other wrestling maneuvers being performed. While being inundated with so much brutality for such a long while, it's impossible to stop lightly giggling (which is the most any of the mayhem will induce) and start cringing.
While such poor content makes it mighty tempting to walk out of the auditorium and never return, I remained curiously fascinated for a couple of reasons. First, the film is so audacious in its stupidity I had a masochistic urge to see just how low it would go. Second, I was taken aback by the actors, who displayed some admirable conviction in their work--a fact made more admirable by the questionable nature of their material. Gordie and Sean do find "the King" and help him mount a comeback, and the uphill struggle back to glory is given some surprising--and wholly undeserved--resonance by Platt. And though they're called on to do nothing more than play obnoxious jackasses for the entire run time, there's also no question that Arquette and Caan succeed in fulfilling that requirement.
In the world of professional wrestling, the World Championship Wrestling organization is widely regarded as being a bit more tasteful and--dare I say it--classy than its raunchier (and more popular) rival, the World Wrestling Federation. I guess the WCW higher-ups figures that if they can't beat 'em, join 'em, for the big screen commercial that is _Ready_to_Rumble_ just proves that the WCW can sink to the same lows in taste, albeit in a more spectacular, big-screen fashion.
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Because of the incredible progress we have seen in the last few years, we can now use Machine Learning to help solve problems in various fields. This simple web application aims to do that in the field of medicine. It is an application that detects signs of Pneumonia in a person. You can test it by uploading a picture of a chest x-ray. Within ten seconds, it will output the image with bounding boxes around the detected regions, if any.
From lung.org, here are the symptoms of Pneumonia:


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Welcome. I am a web developer who's passion lies in web application security and delivering open source solutions. I graduated from De Montfort University, gaining a 1st class degree with honours in computer security. Since then I have been working for ThinkOn helping to develop their digital offering and on the companys public face ThinkonGlobal.


Amanda McLeod
Role
- Team Lead & Project Manager
- Device Design & Creation
About
Amanda's main tasks, aside from leading the group, center around the physical device. She has experience with physical computing in the form of Arduino, as well as all stages of 3D printing. She has a passion for building physical devices, which sparked the project's conception.
Contact
Dawn Eggleton
Role
- User Experience Lead
- Documentation & Website Manager
About
Dawn is focusing on the experience and usability of both the physical device and the mobile application. With experience in usability and planning of websites, she is eager to apply these principles to other products.
Contact
Hannah Perks
Role
- Design Lead
- Asset Development
- Marketing & Social Media
About
Hannah is heading up the design and creation of all of our assets and marketing materials, as well as providing input on all design aspects in the project. She has been doing freelance graphic design and web design work for multiple years. Additionally, she will be in charge of our social media pages throughout the project.
Contact
Jonah Janakovic
Role
- Mobile Development Lead
- Music Decomposition Programmer
About
Jonah is the lead programmer of our mobile application's functionality. He has a background in programming, including some music decomposition. His interest in music has also led him to creating some music before.
Contact
Kalia Hameiri
Role
- Mobile Design Lead
- Animation Lead
About
As our main mobile design lead, Kalia will be aiding Jonah in the programming of the device — but on the design side. Kalia will also be working on all motion graphics and animations needed for the application and promotional material. Kalia has ample experience in illustration and animation and has a background in various programming languages as well.
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10.2 build — Builds a preconditioner
call prec%build(a, desc_a, info[,amold,vmold,imold])
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Type:
- Synchronous.
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On Entry
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a
- the system sparse matrix. Scope: local
Type: required
Intent: in, target.
Specified as: a sparse matrix data structure psb_Tspmat_type.
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prec
- the preconditioner.
Scope: local
Type: required
Intent: inout.
Specified as: an already initialized precondtioner data structure
psb_prec_type
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desc_a
- the problem communication descriptor. Scope: local
Type: required
Intent: in, target.
Specified as: a communication descriptor data structure psb_desc_type.
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amold
- The desired dynamic type for the internal matrix storage.
Scope: local.
Type: optional.
Intent: in.
Specified as: an object of a class derived from psb_T_base_sparse_mat.
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vmold
- The desired dynamic type for the internal vector storage.
Scope: local.
Type: optional.
Intent: in.
Specified as: an object of a class derived from psb_T_base_vect_type.
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imold
- The desired dynamic type for the internal integer vector storage.
Scope: local.
Type: optional.
Intent: in.
Specified as: an object of a class derived from (integer)
psb_T_base_vect_type.
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On Return
-
-
prec
- the preconditioner.
Scope: local
Type: required
Intent: inout.
Specified as: a precondtioner data structure psb_prec_type
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info
- Error code.
Scope: local
Type: required
Intent: out.
An integer value; 0 means no error has been detected.
The amold, vmold and imold arguments may be employed to interface with special
devices, such as GPUs and other accelerators.


{% load static %} {% url 'home' as home_url %} {% url 'account_signup' as signup_url %} {% url 'account_login' as login_url %} {% url 'account_logout' as logout_url %} {% url 'profile' slug=user.profile.slug as profile_url %} {% url 'rooms:room_detail' slug=member.room.slug as room_url %}


| 1 | /* =========================================================== | |
| 2 | * JFreeChart : a free chart library for the Java(tm) platform | |
| 3 | * =========================================================== | |
| 4 | * | |
| 5 | * (C) Copyright 2000-2008, by Object Refinery Limited and Contributors. | |
| 6 | * | |
| 7 | * Project Info: http://www.jfree.org/jfreechart/index.html | |
| 8 | * | |
| 9 | * This library is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify it | |
| 10 | * under the terms of the GNU Lesser General Public License as published by | |
| 11 | * the Free Software Foundation; either version 2.1 of the License, or | |
| 12 | * (at your option) any later version. | |
| 13 | * | |
| 14 | * This library is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, but | |
| 15 | * WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of MERCHANTABILITY | |
| 16 | * or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the GNU Lesser General Public | |
| 17 | * License for more details. | |
| 18 | * | |
| 19 | * You should have received a copy of the GNU Lesser General Public | |
| 20 | * License along with this library; if not, write to the Free Software | |
| 21 | * Foundation, Inc., 51 Franklin Street, Fifth Floor, Boston, MA 02110-1301, | |
| 22 | * USA. | |
| 23 | * | |
| 24 | * [Java is a trademark or registered trademark of Sun Microsystems, Inc. | |
| 25 | * in the United States and other countries.] | |
| 26 | * | |
| 27 | * ------------------- | |
| 28 | * PieLabelRecord.java | |
| 29 | * ------------------- | |
| 30 | * (C) Copyright 2004-2008, by Object Refinery Limited and Contributors. | |
| 31 | * | |
| 32 | * Original Author: David Gilbert (for Object Refinery Limited); | |
| 33 | * Contributor(s): -; | |
| 34 | * | |
| 35 | * Changes | |
| 36 | * ------- | |
| 37 | * 08-Mar-2004 : Version 1 (DG); | |
| 38 | * 14-Jun-2007 : Implemented Serializable, updated API docs (DG); | |
| 39 | * 20-Jun-2007 : Removed JCommon dependencies (DG); | |
| 40 | * 21-Nov-2007 : Implemented equals() to shut up FindBugs (DG); | |
| 41 | * | |
| 42 | */ | |
| 43 | ||
| 44 | package org.jfree.chart.plot; | |
| 45 | ||
| 46 | import java.io.Serializable; | |
| 47 | ||
| 48 | import org.jfree.chart.text.TextBox; | |
| 49 | ||
| 50 | /** | |
| 51 | * A structure that retains information about the label for a section in a pie | |
| 52 | * chart. Instances of this class are created temporarily during chart drawing | |
| 53 | * only. | |
| 54 | */ | |
| 55 | public class PieLabelRecord implements Comparable, Serializable { | |
| 56 | ||
| 57 | /** The section key. */ | |
| 58 | private Comparable key; | |
| 59 | ||
| 60 | /** The angle of the centre of the section (in radians). */ | |
| 61 | private double angle; | |
| 62 | ||
| 63 | /** The base y-coordinate. */ | |
| 64 | private double baseY; | |
| 65 | ||
| 66 | /** The allocated y-coordinate. */ | |
| 67 | private double allocatedY; | |
| 68 | ||
| 69 | /** The label. */ | |
| 70 | private TextBox label; | |
| 71 | ||
| 72 | /** The label height. */ | |
| 73 | private double labelHeight; | |
| 74 | ||
| 75 | /** The gap. */ | |
| 76 | private double gap; | |
| 77 | ||
| 78 | /** The link percent. */ | |
| 79 | private double linkPercent; | |
| 80 | ||
| 81 | /** | |
| 82 | * Creates a new record. | |
| 83 | * | |
| 84 | * @param key the section key. | |
| 85 | * @param angle the angle to the middle of the section (in radians). | |
| 86 | * @param baseY the base y-coordinate. | |
| 87 | * @param label the section label. | |
| 88 | * @param labelHeight the label height (in Java2D units). | |
| 89 | * @param gap the offset to the left. | |
| 90 | * @param linkPercent the link percent. | |
| 91 | */ | |
| 92 | public PieLabelRecord(Comparable key, double angle, double baseY, | |
| 93 | TextBox label, double labelHeight, double gap, | |
| 94 | double linkPercent) { | |
| 95 | this.key = key; | |
| 96 | this.angle = angle; | |
| 97 | this.baseY = baseY; | |
| 98 | this.allocatedY = baseY; | |
| 99 | this.label = label; | |
| 100 | this.labelHeight = labelHeight; | |
| 101 | this.gap = gap; | |
| 102 | this.linkPercent = linkPercent; | |
| 103 | } | |
| 104 | ||
| 105 | /** | |
| 106 | * Returns the base y-coordinate. This is where the label will appear if | |
| 107 | * there is no overlapping of labels. | |
| 108 | * | |
| 109 | * @return The base y-coordinate. | |
| 110 | */ | |
| 111 | public double getBaseY() { | |
| 112 |
1
1. getBaseY : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getBaseY → NO_COVERAGE |
return this.baseY; |
| 113 | } | |
| 114 | ||
| 115 | /** | |
| 116 | * Sets the base y-coordinate. | |
| 117 | * | |
| 118 | * @param base the base y-coordinate. | |
| 119 | */ | |
| 120 | public void setBaseY(double base) { | |
| 121 | this.baseY = base; | |
| 122 | } | |
| 123 | ||
| 124 | /** | |
| 125 | * Returns the lower bound of the label. | |
| 126 | * | |
| 127 | * @return The lower bound. | |
| 128 | */ | |
| 129 | public double getLowerY() { | |
| 130 |
3
1. getLowerY : Replaced double division with multiplication → SURVIVED 2. getLowerY : Replaced double subtraction with addition → SURVIVED 3. getLowerY : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getLowerY → SURVIVED |
return this.allocatedY - this.labelHeight / 2.0; |
| 131 | } | |
| 132 | ||
| 133 | /** | |
| 134 | * Returns the upper bound of the label. | |
| 135 | * | |
| 136 | * @return The upper bound. | |
| 137 | */ | |
| 138 | public double getUpperY() { | |
| 139 |
3
1. getUpperY : Replaced double division with multiplication → SURVIVED 2. getUpperY : Replaced double addition with subtraction → SURVIVED 3. getUpperY : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getUpperY → SURVIVED |
return this.allocatedY + this.labelHeight / 2.0; |
| 140 | } | |
| 141 | ||
| 142 | /** | |
| 143 | * Returns the angle of the middle of the section, in radians. | |
| 144 | * | |
| 145 | * @return The angle, in radians. | |
| 146 | */ | |
| 147 | public double getAngle() { | |
| 148 |
1
1. getAngle : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getAngle → SURVIVED |
return this.angle; |
| 149 | } | |
| 150 | ||
| 151 | /** | |
| 152 | * Returns the key for the section that the label applies to. | |
| 153 | * | |
| 154 | * @return The key. | |
| 155 | */ | |
| 156 | public Comparable getKey() { | |
| 157 |
1
1. getKey : mutated return of Object value for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getKey to ( if (x != null) null else throw new RuntimeException ) → NO_COVERAGE |
return this.key; |
| 158 | } | |
| 159 | ||
| 160 | /** | |
| 161 | * Returns the label. | |
| 162 | * | |
| 163 | * @return The label. | |
| 164 | */ | |
| 165 | public TextBox getLabel() { | |
| 166 |
1
1. getLabel : mutated return of Object value for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getLabel to ( if (x != null) null else throw new RuntimeException ) → KILLED |
return this.label; |
| 167 | } | |
| 168 | ||
| 169 | /** | |
| 170 | * Returns the label height (you could derive this from the label itself, | |
| 171 | * but we cache the value so it can be retrieved quickly). | |
| 172 | * | |
| 173 | * @return The label height (in Java2D units). | |
| 174 | */ | |
| 175 | public double getLabelHeight() { | |
| 176 |
1
1. getLabelHeight : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getLabelHeight → SURVIVED |
return this.labelHeight; |
| 177 | } | |
| 178 | ||
| 179 | /** | |
| 180 | * Returns the allocated y-coordinate. | |
| 181 | * | |
| 182 | * @return The allocated y-coordinate. | |
| 183 | */ | |
| 184 | public double getAllocatedY() { | |
| 185 |
1
1. getAllocatedY : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getAllocatedY → SURVIVED |
return this.allocatedY; |
| 186 | } | |
| 187 | ||
| 188 | /** | |
| 189 | * Sets the allocated y-coordinate. | |
| 190 | * | |
| 191 | * @param y the y-coordinate. | |
| 192 | */ | |
| 193 | public void setAllocatedY(double y) { | |
| 194 | this.allocatedY = y; | |
| 195 | } | |
| 196 | ||
| 197 | /** | |
| 198 | * Returns the gap. | |
| 199 | * | |
| 200 | * @return The gap. | |
| 201 | */ | |
| 202 | public double getGap() { | |
| 203 |
1
1. getGap : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getGap → SURVIVED |
return this.gap; |
| 204 | } | |
| 205 | ||
| 206 | /** | |
| 207 | * Returns the link percent. | |
| 208 | * | |
| 209 | * @return The link percent. | |
| 210 | */ | |
| 211 | public double getLinkPercent() { | |
| 212 |
1
1. getLinkPercent : replaced return of double value with -(x + 1) for org/jfree/chart/plot/PieLabelRecord::getLinkPercent → SURVIVED |
return this.linkPercent; |
| 213 | } | |
| 214 | ||
| 215 | /** | |
| 216 | * Compares this object to an arbitrary object. | |
| 217 | * | |
| 218 | * @param obj the object to compare against. | |
| 219 | * | |
| 220 | * @return An integer that specifies the relative order of the two objects. | |
| 221 | */ | |
| 222 | public int compareTo(Object obj) { | |
| 223 | int result = 0; | |
| 224 |
1
1. compareTo : negated conditional → SURVIVED |
if (obj instanceof PieLabelRecord) { |
| 225 | PieLabelRecord plr = (PieLabelRecord) obj; | |
| 226 |
2
1. compareTo : changed conditional boundary → SURVIVED 2. compareTo : negated conditional → SURVIVED |
if (this.baseY < plr.baseY) { |
| 227 | result = -1; | |
| 228 | } | |
| 229 |
2
1. compareTo : changed conditional boundary → NO_COVERAGE 2. compareTo : negated conditional → NO_COVERAGE |
else if (this.baseY > plr.baseY) { |
| 230 | result = 1; | |
| 231 | } | |
| 232 | } | |
| 233 |
1
1. compareTo : replaced return of integer sized value with (x == 0 ? 1 : 0) → SURVIVED |
return result; |
| 234 | } | |
| 235 | ||
| 236 | /** | |
| 237 | * Tests this record for equality with an arbitrary object. | |
| 238 | * | |
| 239 | * @param obj the object (null permitted). | |
| 240 | * | |
| 241 | * @return A boolean. | |
| 242 | */ | |
| 243 | public boolean equals(Object obj) { | |
| 244 |
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return true; |
| 246 | } | |
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if (!(obj instanceof PieLabelRecord)) { |
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| 249 | } | |
| 250 | PieLabelRecord that = (PieLabelRecord) obj; | |
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if (!this.key.equals(that.key)) { |
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| 253 | } | |
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if (this.angle != that.angle) { |
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return false; |
| 256 | } | |
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if (this.gap != that.gap) { |
| 258 |
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return false; |
| 259 | } | |
| 260 |
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if (this.allocatedY != that.allocatedY) { |
| 261 |
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return false; |
| 262 | } | |
| 263 |
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if (this.baseY != that.baseY) { |
| 264 |
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return false; |
| 265 | } | |
| 266 |
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if (this.labelHeight != that.labelHeight) { |
| 267 |
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1. equals : replaced return of integer sized value with (x == 0 ? 1 : 0) → KILLED |
return false; |
| 268 | } | |
| 269 |
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if (this.linkPercent != that.linkPercent) { |
| 270 |
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return false; |
| 271 | } | |
| 272 |
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if (!this.label.equals(that.label)) { |
| 273 |
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| 274 | } | |
| 275 |
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| 276 | } | |
| 277 | ||
| 278 | /** | |
| 279 | * Returns a string describing the object. This is used for debugging only. | |
| 280 | * | |
| 281 | * @return A string. | |
| 282 | */ | |
| 283 | public String toString() { | |
| 284 |
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return this.baseY + ", " + this.key.toString(); |
| 285 | } | |
| 286 | } | |
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{% extends "base2.html" %} {% block title %}Starfinder Tools{% endblock %} {% block description %}Starfinder roleplaying game tools and generators to add fun to your game{% endblock %} {% block body %}
sfrpgtools is a suite of tools built with HTML and javascript for use with the Starfinder roleplaying game.
The online tools can be found in the menu, or the code for the project can be found over on GitHub.
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