Something pushed against the shield Nynaeve had fastened between Logain and the True Source, building until the shield began to bend and the weave trembled on the brink of ripping apart. She let saidar flow through her, sweetness reaching the very edge of pain, channeling every thread into Spirit, into the shield. “Go, Elayne!” She did not care one bit if it came out a squeal.
Elayne, the Light shine on her, wasted no time on questions. She bounded out of her chair and was gone at a dead run.
Logain had not moved a muscle. His eyes held Nynaeve’s; they seemed to shine. Light, he was big. She fumbled for her belt knife, realized how ridiculous that was—he could probably take it away from her without sweating a drop more than he already was; his shoulders suddenly seemed as wide as she was tall—and diverted some of her weave to Air, to bonds that fastened him right where he sat, arm and leg. He was still big, yet suddenly he looked more normal, entirely manageable. Only then did it occur to her that she had lessened the strength of the shield. But she could not channel a hair more; already the . . . the pure joy of life that was saidar was so strong in her that she nearly wanted to weep. He smiled at her.
One of the Warders put his head in at the door, a dark-haired man with a bold nose and a deep, white scar running along his lean jaw. “Is anything amiss? The other Accepted, she went running like she had sat in the nettle patch.”
“Everything is quite under control,” she told him coolly. As coolly as she could manage. Nobody must know—nobody!—until she had a chance to speak with Sheriam, to get the woman on her side. “Elayne just remembered something she had forgotten.” That sounded inane. “You may leave us. I am busy.”
Tervail—that was his name; Tervail Dura, bonded to Beonin; and what under the Light did his name matter?—Tervail gave her a wry grin and a mocking bow before retreating. Warders seldom let Accepted get by with playing at Aes Sedai.
Not licking her lips took considerable effort. She studied Logain. He was outwardly calm, as if nothing had changed.
“There’s no need for this, Nynaeve. Do you think I’ll decide to attack a village with hundreds of Aes Sedai in it? They’d chop me to pieces before I took two steps.”
“Be quiet,” she said mechanically. Fumbling behind her, she found a chair and sat down, never taking her eyes off him. Light, what was keeping Sheriam? Sheriam had to understand it was an accident. She had to! Anger at herself was the only thing that kept her able to channel. How could she have been so careless, such a blind idiot?
“Don’t be afraid,” Logain said. “I won’t turn against them now. They’re succeeding in what I want, whether they know it or not. The Red Ajah is finished. In a year, there won’t be an Aes Sedai will dare admit she’s Red.”
“I said be quiet!” she snapped. “Do you think I’ll believe it’s only Reds you hate?”
“You know, I saw a man once who will cause more trouble than I ever did. Maybe it was the Dragon Reborn; I don’t know. It was when they took me through Caemlyn after I was captured. He was far away, but I saw a . . . a glow, and I knew he’d shake the world. Caged as I was, I couldn’t help laughing.”
Shifting a small portion of the Air holding him, she forced it between his jaws for a gag. His brows lowered in dark anger, gone in a flash, but she did not care. She had him secure now. At least . . . he had not attempted to struggle at all, but that could be because he had known from the first that she would only snare him. It could. But how hard had he tried to break through her shield? That push, not exactly slow in building but certainly not fast. Almost like a man stretching muscles long unused, pushing at something not with the intent of moving it but just from the need to feel those muscles again. The thought turned her belly to ice.
Infuriatingly, Logain’s eyes crinkled in amusement, almost as though he knew everything that had passed through her head. He sat there with his mouth gaping foolishly, bound and shielded, and he was the one at his ease. How could she have been such a fool? She was not fit to be Aes Sedai, not if her block crumbled this instant. She was not fit to be let out alone. They ought to tell Birgitte to make sure she did not fall on her face in the dust trying to cross the street.
It was not intentional, but berating herself kept her anger on a slow simmer until the door burst open. It was not Elayne.
Sheriam followed Romanda in, with Myrelle and Morvrin and Takima close behind, then Lelaine and Janya, Delana and Bharatine and Beonin, more, crowding in until they filled the room. Nynaeve could see others through the door that had no room to close. Those inside peered at her, and her weaving, so intently that she swallowed hard and all her fine anger collapsed. And of course, so did her shield and the bonds holding Logain.
Before Nynaeve could ask somebody to shield him again, Nisao planted herself in front of her. Short as Nisao was, she managed to loom.  Logain actually managed to sound surprised.
Varilin crowded in beside Nisao. The slender red-haired Gray loomed by virtue of being as tall as Logain. “I feared this as soon as everyone began petting her over her discoveries. Once they ran out, the petting stopped, and she was sure to make some wild claim to get it back.”
“It was letting her moon over Siuan and Leane,” Romanda said firmly. “And this fellow. She should have been told there are things that cannot be Healed, and there’s an end to it!”
“But I did!” Nynaeve protested. “I did! Please shield him. Please, you must!” The Aes Sedai in front of her turned to look at Logain, opening just enough space for her to see him too. He met all the stares with a bland face. He even shrugged!
“I think the least we can do is shield him until we are absolutely certain,” Sheriam suggested. Romanda nodded, and a shield sprang into being strong enough to hold a giant as the glow of saidar surrounded nearly every woman in the room. Romanda restored a little order by briskly naming six to maintain a lesser but adequate shield.
Myrelle’s hand closed around Nynaeve’s arm. “If you will forgive us, Romanda, we need to talk to Nynaeve alone.”
Sheriam’s hand closed on the other arm. “Best if we don’t leave it too long.”
Romanda nodded absently. She was frowning at Logain. Most of the Aes Sedai were; nobody was leaving.
Sheriam and Myrelle pulled Nynaeve to her feet and propelled her toward the door.
“What are you doing?” she demanded breathlessly. “Where are you taking me?” Outside they jostled through the throng of Aes Sedai, many of whom peered at her sharply, even accusingly. They pushed right by Elayne, who grimaced apologetically. Nynaeve looked over her shoulder as the two Aes Sedai hustled her along so quickly she kept stumbling. Not that she expected Elayne to help her, but it might be the last time she saw her. Beonin was saying something to Elayne, who darted away though the crowd. “What are you going to do to me?” Nynaeve moaned.
“We could keep you scrubbing pots for the rest of your natural life,” Sheriam said conversationally.
Myrelle nodded. “You could work in the kitchens all day.”
“We could have you switched every day instead.”
“Peel your hide off in strips.”
“Nail you into a barrel and feed you through the bunghole in the end.”
“Only mush, though. Stale mush.”
Nynaeve’s knees sagged. “It was an accident! I swear! I didn’t mean to!”
Sheriam gave her a hard shake without slowing a step. “Don’t be a fool, child. You may just have done the impossible.”
“You believe me? You believe me! Why didn’t you say something when Nisao and Varilin and—Why didn’t you say something?”
“I said ‘may,’ child.” Sheriam’s voice was depressingly neutral.
“Another possibility,” Myrelle said, “is that your brain has swollen from strain.” Her lidded eyes regarded Nynaeve. “You would be surprised at the number of Accepted, and even novices, who claim they’ve rediscovered some lost Talent, or found a new. When I was a novice, an Accepted named Echiko was so convinced she knew how to fly, she leaped from the top of the Tower.”
Head spinning, Nynaeve looked from one woman to the other. Did they believe her or not? Did they really think her mind had bent? What under the Light are they going to do to me? She tried to find words to convince them—she was not lying, not crazy; she had Healed Logain—but her mouth was still working soundlessly when they hurried her into the Little Tower.
Not until they entered what had been a private dining room, a long chamber where now a narrow table stood with chairs behind it near one wall, did Nynaeve realize they had gained a train of followers. More than a dozen Aes Sedai entered on their heels, Nisao folding her arms tightly beneath her breasts, and Dagdara with her chin thrust forward as though meaning to walk through a wall, Shanelle and Therva and . . . all Yellow Ajah, save Sheriam and Myrelle. That table suggested a magistrate’s chamber; that line of grim faces spoke of a trial. Nynaeve swallowed hard.
Sheriam and Myrelle left her standing and walked over to the table to confer quietly, their backs to her. When they turned again, their faces were unreadable.
“You claim that you Healed Logain.” There was a hint of contempt in Sheriam’s voice. “You claim you Healed a gentled man.”
“You must believe me,” Nynaeve protested. “You said you did.” She jumped as something unseen struck her hard across the hips.
“Remember yourself, Accepted,” Sheriam said coldly “Do you make this claim?”
Nynaeve stared at the woman. Sheriam was the one crazed, bouncing back and forth this way. Still, she managed a respectful “Yes, Aes Sedai.” Dagdara snorted like canvas ripping.
Sheriam gestured to quiet a murmur among the Yellows. “And you did it by accident, you say. If that’s the case, I suppose there is no chance of you showing proof by doing it again.”
“How could she?” Myrelle said, looking amused. Amused! “If she fumbled her way into it blindly, how could she possibly repeat it? But that would not matter unless she actually did the thing in the first place.”
“Answer me!” Sheriam snapped, and that invisible switch struck again. This time Nynaeve managed not to leap. “Is there any chance you can remember even part of what you did?”
“I remember, Aes Sedai,” she said sullenly, tensing for another blow. It did not come, but she could see the glow of saidar around Sheriam now. That glow seemed threatening.
A small commotion at the door, and Carlinya and Beonin pushed through the line of Yellow sisters, one shoving Siuan ahead of her, the other Leane. “They did not want to come,” Beonin announced in an exasperated tone. “Can you believe that they tried to tell us that they were busy?” Leane was as blank-faced as any Aes Sedai, but Siuan darted sullen, angry looks at everybody, especially Nynaeve.
Finally Nynaeve understood. Finally everything came together. The Yellow sisters’ presence. Sheriam and Myrelle believing, then not believing, threatening her, snapping at her. It was all apurpose, all to make her angry enough to work her Healing on Siuan and Leane, to prove herself to the Yellows. No.  She made no effort to hide the firm tug she gave her braid. In fact, she did it again, in case anyone had missed the first time. She wanted to smack all their faces. She wanted to dose them with a concoction of herbs that would make them sit down on the floor and cry like babies just from the smell. She wanted to yank their hair out and strangle them with it, to—
“Do I have to put up with this nonsense?” Siuan growled. “I have important work to do, but if it were only heading fish it would be more im—”
“Oh, shut up,” Nynaeve broke in testily. One step, and she seized Siuan’s head in both hands as if she intended to break the woman’s neck. She had believed that nonsense, even the barrel! They had manipulated her like a puppet!
Saidar filled her, and she channeled as she had with Logain, blending all of the Five Powers. She knew what she was looking for this time, that almost-not-there-at-all sense of something cut. Spirit and Fire to mend the break, and . . .
For a moment Siuan only stared, expressionless. Then the glow of saidar enveloped her. Gasps filled the room. Slowly Siuan leaned forward and kissed Nynaeve on either cheek. A tear leaked down her face, then another, and abruptly Siuan was weeping, hugging herself and shaking; the gleaming aura around her faded away. Sheriam quickly folded her into comforting arms; Sheriam looked as though she might cry too.
The rest of the room was staring at Nynaeve. The shock shining through all that Aes Sedai serenity was quite satisfying, and the disgruntlement too. Shanelle’s eyes, pale blue in a dark pretty face, seemed about to fall out of her head. Nisao’s mouth hung open, until she saw Nynaeve looking at her and snapped it shut.
“What made you think of using Fire?” Dagdara asked in a strangled voice that sounded entirely too high for such a big woman. “And Earth? You used Earth. Healing is Spirit, Water and Air.” That opened the floodgate, questions from every throat, but they were all the same question really, just phrased differently.
“I don’t know why,” Nynaeve replied when she found an opening. “It just seemed right. I’ve almost always used everything.” Which produced a round of admonitions. Healing was Spirit, Water and Air. It was dangerous to experiment with Healing; a mistake could kill not only you but your patient. She said nothing in reply, but the warnings died off quickly in rueful glances and smoothed skirts; she had not killed anyone, and she had Healed what they said could not be Healed.
Leane wore such a hopeful smile that it was almost painful. Nynaeve approached her with a smile of her own, masking the smoldering irritation inside. The Yellow Ajah and all its vaunted knowledge of Healing that she had been ready to beg on her knees to share. She knew more of Healing than any of them! “Watch carefully, now. You’ll not get another chance soon to see it done.”
She felt the joining clearly as she channeled, though she still could not have said what it was she had joined. It felt different than with Logain—it had with Siuan as well—but as she kept telling herself, men and women were different. Light, I’m lucky this works on them as well as it did on him! That brought up an uncomfortable line of speculation. What if some things had to be Healed differently in men than in women? Maybe she did not know so very much more than the Yellows after all.
Leane’s reaction differed from Siuan’s. No tears. She embraced saidar and smiled beatifically, then released it, though the smile remained. Then she flung her arms around Nynaeve and hugged her till her ribs creaked, whispering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over.
A murmur rose among the Yellows, and Nynaeve prepared to bask in their compliments. She would accept their apologies gracefully. Then she heard what they were saying.
“ . . . used Fire and Earth as if she were trying to bore a hole through stone.” That from Dagdara.
“A smoother touch would be better,” Shanelle agreed.
“ . . . see where Fire might be useful in problems with the heart,” Therva said, tapping her long nose.  ”
Nynaeve gaped. They had forgotten her completely. They thought they could do what she had just showed them better than she could!
Myrelle patted her arm. “You did very well,” she murmured. “Don’t worry; they will be all praises later. Right now, they are still a little taken aback.”
Nynaeve sniffed loudly, but none of the Yellows seemed to notice. “I hope this at least means I don’t have to scrub pots anymore.”
 “Why, child, whatever gave you that notion?” She still had an arm around Siuan, who was dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief in considerable embarrassment. “If anyone could break any rule they chose, do whatever they chose, and escape punishment merely by doing some good to balance it, the world would be chaos.”
Nynaeve sighed heavily. She should have known.
Stepping out from the other Yellows, Nisao cleared her throat, and in passing shot Nynaeve a glare that could only be called accusatory. “I suppose this means we will have to gentle Logain again.” She sounded as though she wanted to deny any of it had happened.
Heads began nodding, and then Carlinya spoke, like an icicle stabbed into the room. “Can we?” Every eye turned to her, but she went on calmly, coolly. “Ethically, can we consider supporting a man who can channel, a man trying to gather other men who can, while at the same time we go on as before, gentling those we find? Practically, what effect will it have on him when he learns? Distressing as it may be, as matters stand, he will see us as separate from the Tower, and more importantly, from Elaida and the Red Ajah. If we gentle even one man, we may lose that distinction, and with it our chance to gain a hold on him before Elaida does.”
Silence cloaked the room when she stopped. Aes Sedai exchanged troubled looks, and those directed at Nynaeve made Nisao’s look laudatory. Sisters had died in capturing Logain, and even if he was safely shielded again, she had given them him to deal with all over again, and a worse pickle besides.
“I think you should go,” Sheriam said softly.
Nynaeve was not about to argue. She made her curtsies as quickly and carefully as she could, and did her best not to run in leaving.
Outside, Elayne rose from the stone step. “I’m sorry, Nynaeve,” she said, brushing her skirt. “I was so excited, I blurted out everything to Sheriam before I realized Romanda and Delana were there.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Nynaeve said heavily, starting down the crowded street. “It would have gotten out sooner or later.” It just was not fair, though. I did something they said couldn’t be done, and I still have to scrub pots! “Elayne, I don’t care what you say; we have to go. Carlinya was talking about getting a ‘hold’ on Rand. This lot won’t be any better than Elaida. Thom or Juilin will get horses for us, and Birgitte can just bite her elbow.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late,” Elayne said miserably. “Word is spreading already.”
Larissa Lyndel and Zenare Ghodar swooped down from opposite directions like hawks on either side of Nynaeve. Larissa was a bony woman whose plainness almost overcame Aes Sedai agelessness, Zenare slightly plump and haughty enough for two queens, but both wore faces of eager anticipation. They were Yellow Ajah, though neither had been in the room when she Healed Siuan and Leane.
“I want to see you go through everything step by step, Nynaeve,” Larissa said, laying hold of an arm.
“Nynaeve,” Zenare said, seizing the other arm, “I wager that I will find a hundred things you never thought of, if you repeat the weave often enough.”
Salita Toranes, Tairen and almost as dark as one of the Sea Folk, seemed to pop out of nowhere. “Others ahead of me, I see. Well, burn my soul if I’ll wait in line.”
“I was here first, Salita,” Zenare said firmly. And tightened her grip.
“I was first,” Larissa said, tightening hers.
Nynaeve shot a look of pure horror at Elayne, and got commiseration in return, and a shrug. This was what Elayne had meant about too late. She would not have a waking moment to herself after this.
“ . . . angry?” Zenare was saying.  “I intend to break her block if it’s the last thing I do.”
Magla Daronos shouldered her way into the group, and she had the shoulders for it. She looked as if she worked the sword, or a blacksmith’s hammer. “You will break it, Larissa? Hah! I do have several ways in mind already to draw it out of her.”
Nynaeve just wanted to scream.
It was all Siuan could do not to embrace saidar and hold it, but she thought she might start crying again. That would never do. Besides, it would seem like some fool novice’s display to the women crowding around her in the waiting room. Every expression of wonder and delight, every warm welcome as if she had been away for years, came as balm, especially from those who had been friends before she became Amyrlin, before time and duty pulled them apart. Lelaine and Delana wrapped their arms around her as they had not in long years. Moiraine had been the only one closer, the only one beside Leane she had managed to keep after donning the stole, and duty had helped keep them together.
“It is so good to have you back,” Lelaine laughed.
“So very good,” Delana murmured warmly.
Siuan laughed, and had to scrub tears from her cheeks. Light, what was the matter with her? She had not wept this easily as a child!
Maybe it was just joy, at regaining saidar, at all the warmth around her. The Light knew, altogether it was enough to unsettle anybody. She had never dared dream this day might come, and now that it had, she held nothing against any of these women, not their cold distance before, not their insistence that she remember her place. The line between Aes Sedai and not Aes Sedai was clear—she had insisted on it before she was stilled, and it went without saying that she would again—and she knew how stilled women had to be dealt with for their own good and the good of those who could still channel. Had had to be dealt with. How strange it was that that would never be so again.
From the corner of her eye she saw Gareth Bryne trotting up the stairs at the side of the room. “Excuse me a moment,” she said, and hurried after him.
Even hurrying meant stopping every two steps to accept another congratulation all the way to the stairs, so she did not catch up until he was striding down a corridor on the second floor. Rushing ahead, she planted herself in front of him. His mostly gray hair was windblown, his square face and worn buff coat dusty. He looked as solid as stone.
Lifting a sheaf of papers, he said, “I have to drop this off, Siuan,” and tried to step around her.
She moved to block him. “I’ve been Healed. I can channel again.”
He nodded; just nodded! “I heard some talk. I suppose this means you’ll be channeling my shirts clean from now on. Maybe they actually will be clean now. I’ve regretted letting Min go so easily.”
Siuan stared at him.  Why was he pretending not to understand? “I am Aes Sedai again. Do you really expect an Aes Sedai to do your laundry?”
Just to drive it home, she embraced saidar—that missed sweetness was so wonderful she shivered—wrapped him in flows of Air, and lifted him. Tried to lift him. Gaping, she drew more, tried harder, until the sweetness stabbed like a thousand hooks. His boots never stirred from the floor.
It was impossible. True, the simple act of picking something up was one of the hardest in channeling, but she had been able to lift nearly three times her own weight.
“Is this supposed to impress me,” Bryne said calmly, “or frighten me? Sheriam and her friends gave their word, the Hall gave its word, and more importantly, you gave yours, Siuan. I wouldn’t let you get away from me if you were the Amyrlin again.  You’re very seldom childish, so you needn’t think I will let you start now.”
In a near daze, she released the Source. Not for his threat—he was capable of it; he had done it before; but not for that—and not for shock at being unable to pick him up. Tears seemed to well up in her like a fountain; she hoped that letting go of saidar might stop them. A few still slid down her cheeks, though, however hard she blinked.
Gareth was cupping her face in his hands before she knew he had moved. “Light, woman, don’t tell me I frightened you. I didn’t think being dropped in a pit with a pack of leopards would frighten you.”
“I am not frightened,” she said stiffly. Good; she could still lie. Tears, building inside.
“We have to work out some way not to be at one another’s throat all the time,” he said quietly.
“There is no reason for us to work out anything.” They were coming. They were coming. Oh, Light, she could not let him see. “Just leave me alone, please. Please, just go.” For a wonder, he hesitated only a moment before doing as she asked.
With the sound of his boots behind her, she managed to make it around the corner into the crossing hallway before the dam burst and she sank to her knees weeping piteously. She knew what it was, now. Alric, her Warder. Her dead Warder murdered when Elaida deposed her. She could lie—the Three Oaths were still gone—but some part of her bond to Alric, a bond flesh to flesh and mind to mind, had been resurrected.  Huddled against the wall, bawling, she was only glad Gareth was not seeing this. I have no time to fall in love, burn him!
The thought was a bucket of cold water in her face. The pain remained, but the tears stopped, and she scrambled to her feet. Love? That was as impossible as . . . as . . . she could not think of anything impossible enough. The man was impossible!
Suddenly she realized Leane was standing not two paces away, watching. Siuan made one effort at wiping the tears from her face, then gave it up. There was nothing but sympathy on Leane’s face. “How did you deal with Anjen’s . . . death, Leane?” That had been fifteen years ago now.
“I cried,” Leane said. “For a month I held it in during the day, and spent the night in a quivering ball of tears in the middle of my bed. After I had torn the sheets to shreds. For three more, I could find tears in my eyes without warning. Over a year passed before I stopped hurting. That’s why I never bonded another. I did not think I could live through that again. It does pass, Siuan.” She found a roguish smile somewhere. “Now I think I could manage two or three Warders, if not four.”
Siuan nodded. She could cry at night.  There was not! “Do you think they’re ready?” They had had only a moment to talk below. This hook had to be set quickly or it would not be set at all.
“Perhaps. I did not have much time. And I had to be careful.” Leane paused. “Are you sure you want to go through with this, Siuan? It’s changing everything we have worked for, on no notice at all, and . . . I am not as strong as I was, Siuan, and neither are you. Most of the women here can channel more than either of us, now. Light, I think some of the Accepted can, not even counting Elayne or Nynaeve.”
“I know,” Siuan said. It had to be risked. The other plan had only been a stop-gap, because she was no longer Aes Sedai. But now she was Aes Sedai again, and she had been deposed with only the barest nod to Tower law. If she was Aes Sedai again, was she not Amyrlin again as well?
Squaring her shoulders, she went below to do battle with the Hall.
 It seemed to do some good; at least they felt softer. A night breeze stirred through the window, making the lone candle flicker. If anything, the air only made the room hotter.
Nynaeve staggered in, banged the door shut, flung-herself across her bed, and lay staring at Elayne. “Magla is the most contemptible, hateful, low woman in the entire world,” she mumbled. “No, Larissa is.  Nynaeve grunted, with the vilest expression, and Elayne hurried on. “How many did you demonstrate for? I expected you long ago. I looked for you at dinner, but I couldn’t find you.”
“I had a roll for dinner,” Nynaeve muttered. “One roll! I demonstrated for all of them, every last Yellow in Salidar. Only they aren’t satisfied. They want me one at a time. They set up a rotating schedule.  She raised her head from the coverlet, looking hunted. “Elayne, they are competing over who is going to break my block.
Yawning, Elayne handed her the pot of hand cream, and after a moment Nynaeve rolled over and began rubbing it on. Nynaeve still had her time at the pots, too.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do as you wanted days ago, Nynaeve. We could have woven disguises like Moghedien’s and walked right past everybody.” Nynaeve’s hands stopped. “What is the matter, Nynaeve?”
“I never thought of that. I never thought of it!”
“You didn’t? I was sure you had. You learned it first, after all.”
“I tried not even to think about what we couldn’t tell the sisters.” Nynaeve’s voice was flat as ice and about as cold and hard. “And now it is too late. I’m too tired to channel if you set my hair on fire, and if they have their way, I will be too tired forever. The only reason they let me go tonight was that I couldn’t find saidar even when Nisao . . . ” She shuddered, and then her hands began moving again, smoothing in the cream.
Elayne let out a small breath. She had very nearly put her foot in it. She was tired, too. Admitting you had been wrong always made the other person feel better, but she hadn’t meant to mention using saidar for disguises. From the first she had been afraid Nynaeve would do that. Here, at the very least, they could keep an eye on what the Salidar Aes Sedai intended, and maybe pass word to Rand through Egwene, once she returned to Tel’aran’rhiod. At the worst, they might have some small influence, through Siuan and Leane.
As if the thought were a summons, the door opened to admit just those women. Leane carried a wooden tray with bread and a bowl of soup, a red pottery cup and a white-glazed pitcher. There was even a sprig of green leaves in a tiny blue vase. “Siuan and I thought you might be hungry, Nynaeve. I hear the Yellows used you hard.”
Elayne was uncertain whether she should rise or not. It was just Siuan and Leane, but they were Aes Sedai again. At least, she thought they were. The two solved the problem by sitting, Siuan on the foot of Elayne’s bed, Leane on Nynaeve’s. Nynaeve eyed them both suspiciously before sitting up with her back against the wall and taking the tray on her knees.
“I heard a rumor you addressed the Hall, Siuan,” Elayne said carefully. “Should we have curtsied?”
“Do you mean are we Aes Sedai again, girl? We are. They wrangled like fishwives on Sunday, but they granted that much at least.” Siuan exchanged glances with Leane, and Siuan’s cheeks colored faintly. Elayne suspected she would never learn what had not been granted.
“Myrelle was kind enough to find me and let me know,” Leane said into the momentary silence. “I think I am going to choose Green.”
Nynaeve choked around her spoon. “What do you mean? Can you change Ajahs?”
“No, you cannot,” Siuan told her. “But what the Hall decided is that although we are Aes Sedai, for a time we weren’t. And since they insist on believing that codswallop was legal, all our ties, binds, associations and titles went overboard.” Her voice was wry enough to rasp wood. “Tomorrow I ask the Blues whether they’ll have me back. I’ve never heard of an Ajah turning anybody down—by the time you’re raised from Accepted, you’ve been guided to the right Ajah whether you know it or not—but the way matters are proceeding, I wouldn’t be completely surprised if they slammed the door on my foot.”
“How are matters proceeding?” Elayne asked. There was something here. Siuan bullied, prodded, twisted your arm; she did not bring soup, sit on your bed and chat like a friend. “I thought every thing was going as well as could be expected.” Nynaeve gave her a stare that managed to be incredulous and haggard at the same time. Well, Nynaeve ought to know what she meant.
Siuan twisted around to face her, but she included Nynaeve as well. “I went by Logain’s house. Six sisters are maintaining his shield, the same as when he was captured. He tried to break free when he found out we knew he had been Healed, and they said if only five had been holding the shield, he might have. So he’s as strong as he ever was, or close enough to make no difference. I’m not. Neither is Siuan. I want you to try again, Nynaeve.”
“I knew it!” Nynaeve flung her spoon down on the tray. “I knew you had some reason for this! Well, I’m too tired to channel, and it wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t. You can’t Heal what has been Healed. You get out of here, and take your vile-tasting soup with you!” Less than half the vile-tasting soup remained, and it was a big bowl.
“I know it won’t work!” Siuan snapped back. “This morning I knew stilling couldn’t be Healed!”
“A moment, Siuan,” Leane said. “Nynaeve, do you realize what we are risking, coming here together? This isn’t a room in an alley with your archer friend standing guard; there are women all through this house, with eyes to see and tongues to talk. If it is found out that Siuan and I have been playing a game with everybody—even ten years from now—well, suffice it to say, Aes Sedai can be given penance, and we would very likely still be on a farm hoeing cabbages after our hair turns white. We came because of what you did for us, to make a fresh start.”
“Why didn’t you go to one of the Yellows?” Elayne asked. “Most of them must know as much about it as Nynaeve by now.” Nynaeve glared indignantly around the spoon. Vile-tasting?
Siuan and Leane exchanged looks, and at last Siuan said reluctantly, “If we go to a sister, everybody knows, soon or late. If Nynaeve does it, maybe anybody who managed to weigh us today will think they were mistaken. Supposedly, all sisters are equal, and there have been Amyrlins who barely managed to channel enough to earn the shawl, but Amyrlins and the heads of Ajahs aside, by custom, if another is stronger in the Power than you, you’re expected to give way to her.”
“I don’t understand,” Elayne said. She was getting quite a lesson out of this; the hierarchy made sense, but she supposed it was one of those things you did not learn until you actually were Aes Sedai. One way and another, she had picked up enough hints to suspect that in many ways your education only began when you put on the shawl. “If Nynaeve can Heal you again, then you’re stronger.”
Leane shook her head. “No one has ever been Healed from stilling before. Maybe the others will see it, say, like being wilders.  Maybe having been weaker will count something. If Nynaeve couldn’t Heal us all the way the first time, maybe she’ll only take us to two-thirds what we were, or half. Even that would be better than now; but still most here would be as strong, and a good many stronger.” Elayne stared, more confused than before. Nynaeve looked as if she had been hit between the eyes.
“Everything goes into it,” Siuan explained. “Who learned fastest, who spent the least time as novice and Accepted. There are all sorts of shadings. You can’t say precisely how strong anyone is. Two women might seem to be the same strength; maybe they are and maybe not, but the only way to say for certain would be a duel, and the Light be blessed, we’re above that. Unless Nynaeve returns us to our full strength, we run the risk of standing fairly low.”
Leane took it up again. “The hierarchy isn’t supposed to rule anything except everyday life, but it does. Advice from somebody with higher standing is given more weight than from somebody with lower. It did not matter while we were stilled. We had no standing at all; they weighed what we said on merit alone. It will not be that way now.”
“I see,” Elayne said faintly. No wonder people thought Aes Sedai invented the Game of Houses! They made Daes Dae’mar look simple.
“It’s nice to see that Healing you gave somebody more trouble than it did me,” Nynaeve grumbled. Peering into the bottom of the bowl, she sighed, then wiped it out with the last bit of bread.
Siuan’s face darkened, but she managed to keep her voice level. “You can see, we lay ourselves bare. And not just to convince you to try Healing again.  As simple as that. I had convinced myself I wasn’t dead, but it certainly seems so compared to this. So we make Leane’s fresh start. Friends, if you’ll have me for one. If not, then crewmates in the same boat.”
“Friends,” Elayne said. “Friends sounds much better to me.” Leane smiled at her, but she and Siuan were still watching Nynaeve.
Nynaeve peered from one to the other. “Elayne had a question, so I should have one. What did Sheriam and the others learn from the Wise Ones last night? Don’t say you do not know, Siuan. As far as I’m concerned you know what they think an hour after they think it.”
Siuan’s jaw set stubbornly; those deep blue eyes set themselves to intimidate. Suddenly she yelped, and bent to rub her ankle.
“Tell them,” Leane said, drawing back her foot, “or I will. All of it, Siuan.”
Glaring at Leane, Siuan puffed up till Elayne thought she might burst, but then her gaze touched Nynaeve, and she deflated. Words came out as though dragged, but they came. “The embassy from Elaida has reached Cairhien. Rand’s met them, but he seems to be trying to toy with them. At least let us hope that’s what he is doing. Sheriam and the others are set up because for once they managed not to make fools of themselves with the Wise Ones. And Egwene will be at the next meeting.” For some reason, that last seemed to come most reluctantly of all.
Nynaeve brightened, sitting up straighten “Egwene? Oh, that’s wonderful! So they didn’t come off as fools for once. I half wondered why they were not here to drag us off for another lesson.” She squinted at Siuan, but even the squint looked cheerful. “A boat, you say? Who’s the captain?”
“I am, you wretched little—” Leane cleared her throat, and Siuan took a deep breath. “A share-crew, then; equal shares. But someone has to steer,” she added when Nynaeve began to smile, “and that will be me.”
“All right,” Nynaeve said after a long moment. Another hesitation, fiddling with her spoon, then, in a voice so casual Elayne wanted to throw up her hands, “Is there any chance you might help me—us—get us out of the kitchens?” They had faces no older than Nynaeve’s, but they had been Aes Sedai for a long time; their eyes remembered that Aes Sedai stare. Nynaeve met it more steadily than Elayne thought she could have—except for just a bit of shifting—but in the end it was no surprise when she muttered, “I suppose not.”
“We have to be going,” Siuan said, standing. “If anything, Leane understated the cost of discovery. We could be the first Aes Sedai skinned publicly, and I’ve already been the only first I want to.”
To Elayne’s surprise, Leane bent to hug her, whispering, “Friends.” Elayne returned the hug and the word warmly.
Leane also hugged Nynaeve, murmuring something Elayne could not hear, and then Siuan did too, with a “Thank you” that sounded gruff and reluctant.
At least, that was how it sounded to her, but once they were gone, Nynaeve said, “She was about to cry, Elayne. Maybe she really meant all of that. I suppose I should try to be nicer to her.” She sighed, which became a yawn, muffling “Especially since she’s Aes Sedai again.” And with that, she fell asleep with the tray still on her knees.
Muffling a yawn of her own behind her hand, Elayne got up and squared everything away neatly, tucking the tray under Nynaeve’s bed. It took a little time to get Nynaeve out of her dress and settled down into the bed more comfortably, but even that did not wake her. For herself, once Elayne had the candle snuffed and was hugging her pillow, she lay awake, staring at the darkness and thinking. Rand trying to deal with Aes Sedai sent by Elaida? They would eat him alive. Almost she wished she could have seen her way to accepting Nynaeve’s suggestion when it had a chance of success. She could guide him through any snares they set, she was sure—Thom had added a great deal to what her mother taught her—and he would listen to her. Besides, that way she could bond him. After all, she had not waited until she wore the shawl to bond Birgitte; why wait for Rand?
Shifting, she snuggled deeper into her pillow. He had to wait. He was in Caemlyn, not Salidar. Wait, Siuan said he was in Cairhien. How . . . ? She was too tired; the thought drifted. Siuan. Siuan was still hiding something; she was sure of it.
Sleep slid in, and with it a dream, a boat with Leane sitting in the bow flirting with a man whose face was different every time Elayne looked. In the stern, Siuan and Nynaeve were struggling, each trying to steer in a different direction—until Elayne stood up and took charge. A captain keeping secrets could be reason enough for a mutiny if need be.
In the morning Siuan and Leane returned before Nynaeve even opened her eyes, more than sufficient to make her angry enough to channel. It did no good, though. What was already Healed could not be Healed again.
“I will do what I can, Siuan,” Delana said, leaning forward to pat the other woman’s arm. They were alone in the sitting room, and the teacups on the small table between their chairs stood untouched.
Siuan sighed, looking dejected, though what she could expect after her outburst in front of the Hall, Delana did not know. Early-morning light spilled through the windows, and she thought of the breakfast she had not had yet, but this was Siuan. The situation was disconcerting, and Delana did not like being disconcerted. She had schooled herself not to see her old friend in this woman’s face—not hard, since she looked nothing at all like the Siuan Sanche Delana remembered, not at any age—yet seeing Siuan again, a Siuan young and pretty, was only the first shock. The second was Siuan appearing on her doorstep with the sun not up, asking help; Siuan never asked for help. And then there was the biggest shock of all, the one renewed every time she came face-to-face with Siuan since the al’Meara woman had worked her impossible miracle. She was stronger than Siuan, much stronger. The margin had always gone the other way; Siuan had taken the lead when they were novices, even before they were Accepted. Still, she was Siuan, and upset, which Delana never remembered before. Siuan could be upset, but she never let you see it. It distressed her that she could not do more for the woman who had stolen honeycakes with her and more than once had taken the blame for pranks they had both been involved in.
“Siuan, I can do this much at least. Romanda would be more than happy to take those dream ter’angreal into the Hall’s keeping. She doesn’t have enough Sitters with her to bring it off, but if Sheriam thinks she does, if she thinks you’ve used your influence with Lelaine and me to stop it, then she won’t be able to refuse you. I know Lelaine will agree. Though why you want to meet these Aiel women, I cannot imagine. Romanda smiles like a cat in the buttery, watching Sheriam stalk around in a temper after one of those meetings. With your temper, you will likely burst something.” Such a change. Once she would never have thought of mentioning Siuan’s temper; now she mentioned it without thinking.
Siuan’s downcast face broke into a smile. “I hoped you would do something like that. I will speak to Lelaine. And Janya; I think Janya will help. You have to make sure Romanda doesn’t actually do it, though. From the little I know, Sheriam has worked out at least a semblance of how to get along with these Aiel. I’m afraid Romanda would need to start from the beginning. Of course, that might not be important to the Hall, but I would just as soon not have my first look at them when everybody has a hook in their gills.”
Delana kept her smile inside as she escorted Siuan to the front step and gave her a hug. Yes, it would be very important to the Hall to keep the Wise Ones pacific, though Siuan had no way of knowing that. She watched Siuan hurry down the street before going back in. It seemed she was going to be the one doing the protecting now. She hoped she made as good a job of it as her friend had.
The tea was still warm, and she decided to send Miesa, her serving woman, for some rolls and fruit, but when a timid tap came at the sitting room door, it was not Miesa but Lucilde, one of the novices they had brought from the Tower.
The lanky girl bobbed a nervous curtsy, but Lucilde was always nervous. “Delana Sedai? A woman arrived this morning, and Anaiya Sedai said I should bring her to you? Her name’s Halima Saranov? She says she knows you?”
Delana opened her mouth to say that she had never heard of any Halima Saranov, and a woman appeared in the doorway. Delana stared in spite of herself.  That was not why Delana stared, of course. The woman held her hands at her sides, but with thumbs thrust hard between the first two fingers. Delana had never expected to see that from any woman who did not wear the shawl, and this Halima Saranov could not even channel. She was close enough to be sure of that.
“Yes,” Delana said, “it seems to me I do remember. Leave us, Lucilde. And, child, do try to remember that every sentence isn’t a question.” Lucilde bobbed a curtsy so quick and deep that she nearly fell. Under other circumstances, Delana would have sighed; she had never done well with novices, though she could not understand why.
Almost before the novice was out of the room, Halima swayed over to the chair Siuan had used and sat without a word of invitation. Picking up one of the untouched cups, she crossed her legs and sipped, watching Delana over the rim.
Delana fixed her with a hard stare. “Who do you think you are, woman? However high you think you stand, none stand higher than Aes Sedai. And where did you learn that sign?”
Halima smiled at her mockingly. “Do you really think the secrets of the . . . shall we say, darker Ajah, are that secret? As for how high you stand, you know very well that if a beggar gave the proper signs, you would leap to obey. My story is that I was traveling companion for a time to one Cabriana Mecandes, a Blue sister. Unfortunately, Cabriana died in a fall from her horse, and her Warder simply refused to leave his blankets or eat after that. He died, too.” Halima smiled as if to ask whether Delana was following. “Cabriana and I talked a great deal before she died, and she told me about Salidar. She also told me a number of things she had learned about the White Tower’s plans for you here. And for the Dragon Reborn.” Another smile, a quick flash of white teeth, and she went back to her tea and her watching.
Delana had never been a woman to give up easily. She had bludgeoned kings into making peace when they wanted war, dragged queens by the scruff of the neck to sign treaties that had to be signed. True, she would have obeyed that hypothetical beggar if he had the proper signs and said the right things, but Halima’s hands had identified her as Black Ajah, which she clearly was not. Perhaps the woman thought that was the only way to make Delana acknowledge her, and perhaps she wanted to show off her forbidden knowledge as well. Delana did not like this Halima. “And I suppose I am supposed to make sure the Hall accepts your information,” she said gruffly. “It should be no problem so long as you know enough of Cabriana to support your tale. I can’t help you there; I never met her above twice. I suppose there is no chance of her appearing to spoil your story?”
“No chance at all.” Again that quick, mocking smile. “And I could recite Cabriana’s life. I know things she had forgotten herself.”
Delana only nodded to that. Killing a sister was always to be regretted, but what must be, must be. “Then there is no problem at all. The Hall will receive you as a guest, and I can make sure they listen.”
“A guest is not exactly what I had in mind. Something rather more permanent, I think. Your secretary, or better yet, your companion. I need to make sure your Hall is guided carefully. Beyond this tale of Cabriana’s news, from time to time I’ll have instructions for you.”
“Now you listen to me! I—!”
Halima cut her off without raising her voice. “I was told to mention a name to you. A name I use, sometimes. Aran’gar.”
Delana sat down heavily. That name had been mentioned in her dreams. For the first time in years, Delana Mosalaine was afraid.


Spain's possible Euro 2020 opponents
by BeSoccerThe Euro 2020 qualification phase is very close to ending and Spain could be handed a very favourable group.
With only a few matches to be played on Tuesday plus the playoffs, qualification for Euro 2020 is close to ending, with Spain being one of the top seeds.
This situation means that Spain could have quite a nice group. The last few results will determine the rest of the pots.
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For now, the situation is as follows: Spain have been drawn in Group E, they will be a host and play their first 3 matches at the San Mamés, Bilbao.
In pot 2 there are still some top teams: Croatia, Portugal, Switzerland, and Poland are in it. The only team that's destiny is still to be found out is France. If Germany draw, France will be in pot 2.
In pot 3 everything was decided on Monday. Only Turkey, Austria, Sweden, and Czech Republic can face Spain, Lastly, in pot 4 Spain can only play the winners of the playoff involving Ireland.


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Hi, is it possible to make a new declaration created with add_decl
protected? private? Given a name
, is it possible to find out whether the corresponding declaration is public/protected/private?
BTW, what is the difference between protected and private in Lean?
protected
means you can't refer to it without the namespace, i.e. you have to write foo.bar
even if you have foo
open. private
means that you cannot use that lemma outside of that file (or possibly section or something like that).
@Chris Hughes Can I mark a new decl created with add_decl
as protected
?
I don't know.
I want to auto sync this property in to_additive
if there isn't an obvious option, I would guess the answer is no
we can probably fix that in community lean
Do you plan to drop support for lean-3.4 in mathlib anytime soon?
If no, then I couldn't use this feature even if it was implemented in the community lean.
meh, I think we are just waiting for a reason to break backward compatibility
it's sort of a chicken and egg problem if fixes aren't made because of this
Then I should make it compile at my computer (Fedora 30)
My undergraduates do lots of random one off projects that aren't destined for mathlib -- some of them don't have a clue which version of lean they're running. They just run the one I install on their laptops and never upgrade. They don't have to do any maintenance and it just works. They would be candidate users for lean 3.5. for me the main thing is simply that they engage with Lean
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Zandvoort F1 banking will be twice as steep as Indianapolis in 2020
by Ronald Vording and Jonathan NobleZandvoort has revealed the Formula 1 banking at its final corner will be akin to an American oval, and is set to be twice as steep as turns at Indianapolis.
Ahead of its return to the F1 calendar for 2020, Zandvoort is undergoing a revamp to bring it up to current grand prix circuit standards.
One of the well-publicised changes will be to bank the final corner, and Zandvoort has confirmed this will be angled at 32% - the equivalent of 18 degrees.
This compares to Indianapolis, which hosted the United States Grand Prix from 2000-07, which has its banking at approximately nine degrees.
Zandvoort CEO Robert van Overdijk told Dutch radio station BNR Niewsradio: "That corner will for sure be the most spectacular part of our renewed circuit.
"The corner will be banked 32%. So the difference in height from the bottom of the corner to the top will be around four and a half metres. That's considerable.
"We are in fact making an American corner on an otherwise European circuit. That is absolutely unique."
The Zandvoort figure is still short of some of some other famous banked corners, like the old Monza layout - which was 21 degrees - and Daytona, which peaks at 31 degrees.
The final corner will not be the only banked turn at Zandvoort, with the famous Hugenholtz corner (pictured above) also being tweaked so it can allow cars to race each other side-by-side.
"The third corner [Hugenholtz] of the track will be banked as well for the F1 race," added van Overdijk.
"It will be made parabolic, so that two cars can get through the corner next to each other and more importantly at the same speed.
"The banking will vary between 8% and 18% for that purpose."
While those circuit changes are considerable, van Overdijk said that there were no concerns about being so bold in adjusting Zandvoort's famous corners.
"Of course Zandvoort has a big name historically," he said.
"But if you want to keep the track exactly as it was, you really start from the idea that everything used to be better in the good old days.
"And of course that is not the truth. So I am not worried about that."


Data Fields | |
| const char * | name |
| const char * | format |
| InativeType | nativetype |
| int | childtype |
| int | is_interactive |
| int | has_attrib_id |
| Iclass * | parent |
| Itable * | attrib_func |
| Iclass *(* | New )(void) |
| void(* | Release )(Iclass *ic) |
| int(* | Create )(Ihandle *ih, void **params) |
| int(* | Map )(Ihandle *ih) |
| void(* | UnMap )(Ihandle *ih) |
| void(* | Destroy )(Ihandle *ih) |
| void *(* | GetInnerNativeContainerHandle )(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child) |
| void(* | ChildAdded )(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child) |
| void(* | ChildRemoved )(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child, int pos) |
| void(* | LayoutUpdate )(Ihandle *ih) |
| void(* | ComputeNaturalSize )(Ihandle *ih, int *w, int *h, int *children_expand) |
| void(* | SetChildrenCurrentSize )(Ihandle *ih, int shrink) |
| void(* | SetChildrenPosition )(Ihandle *ih, int x, int y) |
| int(* | DlgPopup )(Ihandle *ih, int x, int y) |
Ihandle Class Structure
| const char* Iclass_::name |
class name. No default, must be initialized.
| const char* Iclass_::format |
Creation parameters format of the class.
Used only for LED parsing.
It can have none (NULL), one or more of the following.
native type. Default is IUP_TYPEVOID.
children count enum: none, many, or n, as described in IchildType. Default is IUP_CHILDNONE.
This identifies a container that can be manipulated with IupReparent, IupAppend and IupInsert.
Used to control the allowed number of children and define its behavior in the layout processing.
The element can still have hidden children even if this is none.
keyboard interactive boolean, true if the class can have the keyboard input focus. Default is false.
indicate if any attribute is numbered. Default is not. Can be 1 or 2.
class parent to implement inheritance. Class name must be different.
Creation parameters should be the same or replace the parents creation function.
Native type should be the same.
Child type should be a more restrictive or equal type (many->one->none).
Attribute functions will have only one common table.
All methods can be changed, set to NULL, switched, etc.
| Itable* Iclass_::attrib_func |
table of functions to handle attributes, only one per class tree
| Iclass*(* Iclass_::New)(void) |
Method that allocates a new instance of the class.
Used by inherited classes in iupClassNew.
| void(* Iclass_::Release)(Iclass *ic) |
Method that release the memory allocated by the class. Called only once at iupClassRelease.
| int(* Iclass_::Create)(Ihandle *ih, void **params) |
Method that creates the element and process the creation parameters.
Called only from IupCreate.
The parameters can be NULL for all the controls.
The control should also depend on attributes set before IupMap.
Must return IUP_NOERROR or IUP_ERROR.
Can be NULL, like all methods.
| int(* Iclass_::Map)(Ihandle *ih) |
Method that map (create) the control to the native system.
Called only from IupMap.
Must return IUP_NOERROR or IUP_ERROR.
| void(* Iclass_::UnMap)(Ihandle *ih) |
Method that unmap (destroy) the control from the native system.
Called only from IupUnmap if the control is mapped.
Must return IUP_NOERROR or IUP_ERROR.
| void(* Iclass_::Destroy)(Ihandle *ih) |
Method that destroys the element.
Called only from IupDestroy. Always called even if the control is not mapped.
| void*(* Iclass_::GetInnerNativeContainerHandle)(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child) |
Returns the internal native parent. The default implementation returns the handle of itself.
Called from iupChildTreeGetNativeParentHandle.
This allows native elements to have an internal container that will be the actual native parent, or in other words allows native elements to be a combination of other native elements in a single IUP element. The actual native parent may depend on the child tree (see IupTabs for an example).
| void(* Iclass_::ChildAdded)(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child) |
Notifies the element that a child was added to the child tree hierarchy.
Called only from IupAppend, IupInsert or IupReparent. The child is not mapped yet, but the parent can be mapped.
| void(* Iclass_::ChildRemoved)(Ihandle *ih, Ihandle *child, int pos) |
Notifies the element that a child was removed using IupDetach.
Called only from IupDetach or IupReparent. The child is already detached.
| void(* Iclass_::LayoutUpdate)(Ihandle *ih) |
Method that update size and position of the native control.
Called only from iupLayoutUpdate and if the element is mapped.
| void(* Iclass_::ComputeNaturalSize)(Ihandle *ih, int *w, int *h, int *children_expand) |
Method that computes the natural size based on the user size and the actual natural size.
Should update expand if a container, but does NOT depends on expand to compute the natural size.
Must call the iupBaseComputeNaturalSize for each children. First calculate the native size for the children, then for the element.
Also called before the element is mapped, so it must be independent of the native control. First call done at iupLayoutCompute for the dialog.
| void(* Iclass_::SetChildrenCurrentSize)(Ihandle *ih, int shrink) |
Method that calculates and updates the current size of children based on the available size, the natural size and the expand configuration.
Called only if there is any children.
Must call iupBaseSetCurrentSize for each children. shrink is the dialog attribute passed here for optimization.
Also called before the element is mapped, so it must be independent of the native control. First call done at iupLayoutCompute for the dialog.
| void(* Iclass_::SetChildrenPosition)(Ihandle *ih, int x, int y) |
Method that calculates and updates the position relative to the parent.
Called only if there is any children.
Must call iupBaseSetPosition for each children. Also called before the element is mapped, so it must be independent of the native control. First call done at iupLayoutCompute for the dialog.
| int(* Iclass_::DlgPopup)(Ihandle *ih, int x, int y) |
Method that shows a popup dialog. Called only for native pre-defined dialogs.
The element is not mapped.
Must return IUP_ERROR or IUP_NOERROR.
Called only from iupDialogPopup.


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I'm an Android Developer with 5+ years of experience, passionate about user experience and eager to learn new technologies. I have developed many mobile applications, some for private enterprises and other visible on Google Play, you can see some on my Linkedin profile. I love what I do and I'm very committed to details: I believe it´s the right path to create applications with supreme quality and performance.


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Large-Scale Analysis of Career Transitions: The Impact of Human Capital, Job History, and Language Factors
Abstract
As job markets worldwide have become more competitive and applicant selection criteria have become more opaque, and different (and sometimes contradictory) information and advice is available for job seekers wishing to progress in their careers, it has never been more difficult to determine which factors in a résumé most effectively help career progression. In this work we present a novel, large scale dataset of over half a million résumés with preliminary analysis to begin to answer empirically which factors help or hurt people wishing to transition to more senior roles as they progress in their career. We find that previous experience forms the most important factor, outweighing other aspects of human capital, and find which language factors in a résumé have significant effects. This lays the groundwork for future inquiry in career trajectories using large scale data analysis and natural language processing techniques.
Materials
BibTeX
@misc{wright2021quantifying,
title={Quantifying the Impact of Human Capital, Job History, and Language Factors on Job Seniority with a Large-scale Analysis of Resumes},
author={Austin P Wright and Caleb Ziems and Haekyu Park and Jon Saad-Falcon and Duen Horng Chau and Diyi Yang and Maria Tomprou},
year={2021},
eprint={2106.11846},
archivePrefix={arXiv},
primaryClass={econ.GN}
}


Most of my projects are typically hosted on my github, accessible by clicking the github icon at the bottom of this page. Use the blue arrows to go to each projects Repo.
Overwatch League Rankings and Roster application. Created using Java, JavaFX, and Google's Gson library. View the blog post here.
OWL-J RepoA computer graphics project created for senior-level CG course, showcasing Phong models, animation scheduling, model importing, and skybox handling. Created in Javascript using three.js. View the project's repo here.
Nighttime | DaytimeRunelite is a 3rd party client for the popular game RuneScape, with a peak userbase of nearly 80,000 daily users.
RuneLite Repo


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BuddhaAround 560 B.C., according to legend, a woman dreamt "that a white elephant carrying a white lotus in its trunk came and entered her womb through her right flank."This was interpreted as a good omen, rather than the grisly and painful ordeal it sounds like. Nine months after this wild night of passion, the woman gave birth to Siddhartha, the boy who would grow up to be Buddha. (Understandably, the lotus flower has outpaced the rapist elephant as the more widely disseminated symbol of Buddhism.) Siddhartha's father was a king, and he grew up in luxury. He married and had a son, but the fat and happy life wasn't for him. Discontented, he strayed from his home to see how the little people lived. Siddhartha encountered four people during these excursions. Had he encountered a clown, a juggler, a puppy and a sweet young thing, it would have changed the course of Eastern civilization. But young Siddhartha's roaming led him to a series of downers. The sight of an old man taught him the inevitability of decay.  The sight of a corpse taught him the inevitability of death. The sight of a monk taught him that serenity was the best one could hope for in life. Siddhartha took up the practice of yoga in order to begin purifying his soul. But he found that yoga alone wasn't enough to reach enlightenment, not even bikram yoga or yogaerobics. Upping the ante, he fasted and denied himself all the pleasures of life for several years. Realizing he was heading toward a joyless life and an early death, Siddhartha decided this approach wasn't working out either. Exasperated, he parked himself under a tree, vowing not to leave the spot until he had achieved enlightenment. According to Buddhist scriptures, "he neither bathed, nor rinsed his mouth, nor did he ease himself; but was wholly taken up by the delights of the Trances, of the Paths, and of the Fruits." Despite temptations from evil spirits and a series of supernatural distractions, Siddhartha emerged from his ordeal smelly and enlightened, and assumed the title of Buddha, which means "enlightened one." The deities of 10,000 worlds commended him for his accomplishment, but he didn't let it go to his head. Buddha recited the formal Buddha's creed, articulating the basic premise that would go on to inspire billions:
Through birth and rebirth's endless round,The concept outlined here, more or less, is that human existence consists of an extremely long cycle of birth, death and reincarnation in which the traveling soul continually refines itself in search of divine wisdom. By demolishing his ego, the attachment to self and mind, Buddha freed himself from earthly desires and attachment to material things. Buddha had reached Nirvana without the pain of sleeping with Courtney Love -- a blissful liberation from the cycle of reincarnation through direct communion with the divine. Now officially the founder of a religion, Buddha did what anyone would do. He went looking for disciples. He started with his former colleagues in asceticism, who were relieved to discover they could start eating again. The platform he outlined was based around "four noble truths" and an "eightfold path." The truths were:
Newly enlightened, Buddha took his message to the streets. Unlike Jesus, he opted out of an early and painful death in favor of a long life peacefully propagating his beliefs. While Jesus benefitted from the quick surge in popularity which comes from a spectacular death, Buddha had the advantage of 50 extra years personally teaching people his beliefs, a big plus in terms of making sure his followers were getting it right and perhaps one reason why you don't read too much about Buddhist Crusades and Inquisitions. For the remainder of his life, Siddhartha Buddha traveled the plains of India and Pakistan, winning followers and setting up his religion. Despite an assassination attempt employing the time-honored tool of political enmity -- a wild elephant -- Buddha lived to the ripe old age of 80, and died in his bed. As the deities of 10,000 worlds wept, Buddha relinquished his spirit, continuing to issue precepts of enlightenment the whole time. His final words to his disciples summed it up: "And now, O priests, I take my leave of you; all the elements of being are transitory. Work out your salvation with diligence." Passing through four trances, Siddhartha Buddha is said to have entered Nirvana.
The Many Faces Of BuddhaBut that's not quite the end of the story. As Buddhism developed over the years, a set of tales laid out the afterlife -- prelife -- of the Enlightened One. Depending on your flavor of Buddhism, and there are several, you might believe that Buddha has had up to seven incarnations on this earth, and you probably believe he'll be back for the big finale.Aside from Siddhartha, there are a few incarnations of Buddha that get talked about on a fairly regular basis. They include:
Buddha Says..."He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes." |


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The gallery below presents sample snapshots of the various websites I have contributed to for the School of Public Health. This webwork demonstrates my ability to work within Indiana University's web content management system (WCMS) and in maintaining and updating sites that make use of IU's Web Framework for responsive and accessible web applications.
Pritzker Research Directory
The Pritzker Research Directory is a pilot project demonstrating a process to develop a family of IIT branded websites for research faculty.
Facebook campaign examples guiding social media visitors to non-profit community events.
Shown below are thumbnail, banner, and facebook newsfeed samples that guided visitors to a non-profit
community website where opportunities to view available donations and join the community are offered.
Reviewing analytics for campaigns like these increased facebook page pageviews 129% and increased
reach 100%.
College Website
This website landing page is pure CSS including a secondary department specific mega
menu. Bounce rate, exit rate, time on page, and interactions with scrolled content all improved after
this update. The current site has since been redeveloped. The following link is a snapshot of the site
I designed and developed found on archive.org. Visit the site »
Reunion Event Website
This website supported "CS2050: Shaping Chicago's Tech Ecosystem," a College of Science
Computer Science Department reunion event with registration, scheduling, and fundraising
opportunities. Visit the site »
Research Group Website
This website uses Wordpress to deliver research group information, news, and events
to visitors. Visit the
site »
Arts Organization Website
This website supports communication and fundraising for an arts organization featuring
events and an annual festival. Visit the site
»
Newcity Magazine Web Presence
This project worked to improve the user experience for visitors of the Newcity family of
web content spanning art, culture, design, music, etc. Visit the site »
Display Signage System
Display signage system built using Wordpress and delivered to screens in department
office lobbies with custom content for each department.
Posters
Posters promoting lectures of the College of Science at Illinois Institute of Technology
Identity Campaign
Identity campaign materials for the College of Science at Illinois Institute of
Technology
Other Print Materials
Other print materials for the College of Science at Illinois Institute of Technology
Other Things
Branding for a MC-10 a Chicago-based theatre collective and a poster for The Sadness
Show... a Valentine's Day Spectacle for Pivot Arts in Chicago
Moments of Time
After my grandparents passed, my mother extended the invitation to come to the house and
retrieve items to remember grandma (Elizabeth [above left]) and grandpa (Frank [above right]).  After printing all of the number of 3″
x 5″ black and white family photo negatives in my bathroom darkroom, I took the developed photos to my
classroom critique where the professor questioned the permissions I had to create with these photos.
Yes, my mother and her sister, Sister Mary. So yes, Mother and Sister gave me permission. The
following gallery shares the depiction. Seven books sewn with a thread taller than myself during a
night longer than many others in Champaign in a room that was narrower to the north, wider to the
south, and where the western light gave flight to many a fancy.
Video Series
Videos produced for The Everydays Series where prompts were provided and a week for production was given. Prompts included 'to go without', 'futility or possibility', 'somewhere over somewhere', 'the difference is Y', 'from little things, big things grow'.
Thanks for watching...
One more thing
Another The Everydays Series response to the question "Does trust have a meaning anymore?".
Threshold of trust
I commute from Evanston to 31st and State Street in Chicago and back most every working day. Especially in winter, there must be trust between more than a few things. Me. The bike. The weather. The cars. The buildings that block the wind. If a building that once was there is no longer there the wind finds a way through.
The building, the restaurant that once was here was a place. Waiters, waitresses, cooks, food, hostesses, proprietors, diners, meals, tables, booths, and on some nights, musicians their families and fans. You trust that things will always be. But things change. They always do. My daughter played music here. Played guitar with her class. Her teacher tuned her guitar.
Her class performed with her teachers.
Her brother looked on and on.
The wind finds its way through here but I trust the memories to keep me warm.
Skills
Front-end web development; Visual design; Design thinking; Clear and concise writing strategies; User research;
User testing; Analytics; Accessibility; Salesforce; Email marketing; Social media; Adobe Creative Cloud (Indesign,
Photoshop, Illustrator, Dreamweaver, Premiere, Audition, Acrobat); Microsoft Office (Word, Excel,
PowerPoint); Google Apps (Analytics, Docs, Sheets, Slides); Salesforce; HTML/CSS/Javascript; Bootstrap; Wordpress
and Drupal development; Web-based Digital Signage Development; Mac + PC.


BEST OF THE BEST 2 A film review by James Berardinelli Copyright 1993 James Berardinelli
Date Released: 3/5/93 Running Length: 1:43 Rated: R (Extreme violence, language, mature themes)
Starring: Eric Roberts, Phillip Rhee, Christopher Penn, Ralf Moeller, Wayne Newton Director: Robert Radler Producers: Peter E. Strauss and Phillip Rhee Screenplay: Max Strom and John Allen Nelson Music: David Michael Frank Released by The Movie Group (through Twentieth Century Fox)
Alex (Eric Roberts) and Tommy (Phillip Rhee) are martial arts experts (last seen in the uninspired BEST OF THE BEST). When one of their friends is killed in an underground pit-fight against the sadistic, bloodthirsty brute Brakus (Ralf Moeller), the situation becomes personal. Alex and Tommy are determined to get Brakus--if he doesn't get them first, that is.
BEST OF THE BEST 2 is a shameless celebration of blood and violence--a human cockfight with little style and no subtlety. In many films of this nature, the difference between the good guys and the bad guys is that the good guys let the defeated villains live (and presumably face a court hearing), while the bad guys kill everyone in sight. That isn't the case in this movie. There's no real discrimination between who does the killing. Good guys and bad guys end up with blood on their hands.
There's no doubt who's good and who's bad, either. The film goes through a rather unnecessarily blunt depiction of Brakus as a devil incarnate. By the same token, Alex and Tommy are presented as caring people who only kill when pushed to it. None of this "characterization" is particularly effective, except in showing how truly one-dimensional the script--and the people who populate it--is.
I suppose most people that go to see this film will be expecting a lot of fight sequences and little else. That's exactly what they get. There's a slight visceral appeal to some of these moments, but it's not enough to do more than momentarily stir the blood. The humor in this movie, when it's intentional, is off-key and the dialogue is hopelessly mired in banalities.
Watching BEST OF THE BEST 2, with a villain who can barely speak English and the death of a friend to motivate the events of the film, I was strongly reminded of ROCKY IV, one of the weakest and least-watchable movies of Stallone's saga. One would think that if one of the Rocky films was going to be imitated, the movie makers would choose one of the better entries in that series.
I cannot, in good conscience, recommend this to a casual movie-goer. The film is aimed at a specific group of people--male teenagers--and those who go into BEST OF THE BEST 2 with open eyes (not expecting plot, characters, dialogue, or anything better than mediocre acting) will probably be reasonably satisfied. Death and violence have become so commonplace in the cinema that it's difficult to be shocked by the gratuitous quantities in this movie, especially considering the motives of the people behind the picture.
Rating: 5.1 (D+, *1/2)
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Won't play if Davis Cup tie against India not shifted back to Pakistan: Aisamul Haq
by https://tribune.com.pk/author/4730/abdul-majid-awan/, Tribune.com.pkTennis star Aisamul Haq has written a letter to the president of the Pakistan Tennis Federation (PTF), Saleem Saifullah, saying that he will opt out of the Davis Cup tie against India if the match is played on a neutral venue.
According to the details, Aisam has written that it is sad that the International Tennis Federation shifted the match out of Pakistan by citing security as the reason.
He reasoned that “thousands of Indians are roaming around in Pakistan at the Kartarpur Corridor and also in the country. No Indian has any reservations on security”.
He further added: “Sri Lanka cricket team came and played in Lahore. Teams from Bangladesh have played in different cities. British royal couple visited Islamabad and Lahore. The Prime Minister of Holland is coming to Pakistan. After looking at all this, shifting the venue of the Pakistan-India match to a neutral venue is unfair.”
He protested that he will not play the tie if the decision to shift it to a neutral venue is not taken back.
“I have always played to earn respect for Pakistan. This is the reason I am raising my voice against the decision.”
It should be mentioned here that the Davis Cup tie between Pakistan and India was supposed to take place on November 29 in Islamabad, but the Indian Tennis Federation had reservations and so the venue was changed.


This package contains suites for functional tests (frontend, backend, data saving/retrieval). The request sub-package is obsolete in the current iteration of the design.


| mpyc.numpy | index github.com/lschoe/mpyc/blob/v0.9/mpyc/numpy.py |
This module acts as a stub to avoid a (hard) dependency for the numpy package.
If the numpy package is not available, MPyC still runs but with less functionality.
Use of NumPy can be disabled to avoid loading the numpy package.
If NumPy is enabled (available and not disabled), the MPyC runtime supports array
types---along with vectorized implementations---for secure numbers and the underlying
finite field types. The array types are accessible through the 'array' attribute,
e.g., for secint48=mpc.SecInt(48), the array type is secint48.array and the array type
for the underlying prime field is secint48.field.array.
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I Alone Level-up: Chapter 75
On that crossroad in the past, Jinwoo had selected the Blessed Random Box over the Cursed Random Box . It was from that Blessed Random Box that he had obtained the Demon Castle Key . Through that key, he had earned many things . Level-ups, new items, and… so much gold that he was starting to worry if he had to start spending it .
‘Even if the same choice was presented to me, I would pick the Blessed Random Box . ’
However, that didn’t mean that he was not curious about what the other choice would have resulted in . The blessed box that would give him what he “wanted”, and the cursed box that would give him what he “needed” . Just what was the thing that he “needed” from the cursed box?
‘The Blessed Random Box certainly had what I wanted . ’
And now, Jinwoo had the opportunity to finally satisfy his curiosity .
‘ . ’
Jinwoo waited for the System’s reply with an anxious heart . For some reason, the System appeared to be more delayed in its response than usual .
ring~!
Abating his worries, the System’s reply came a moment later,
| You’ve chosen the “Cursed Random Box” . . |
| The chosen item will now be provided . . |
shooo-
A small box appeared in front of his feet .
‘Alright!’
With a shaking heart, Jinwoo picked up the box . He was shocked when he picked it up; its weight was very familiar to him .
Could it be?. .
Jinwoo quickly opened the box . His eyes were widened .
“ . This is?”
After leaving the Demon Castle, Jinwoo quickly headed home . The first thing he wanted to do was wash-up . It was a luxury not afforded while being in the Dungeon for a week . Although he could obtain water from the System’s shop, he had neither the time nor the place to clean his body .
‘After all, showering while being in a place packed with monsters is a bit…’
splash-
Feeling the heat of the water wash over his body, the Hunter finally felt like he had left the Dungeon .
‘This is why home is the best . ’
After showering, Jinwoo had changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat on the bed with a wet towel draped over his head . It was time to review some things . First, he pulled up the status screen .
‘Status screen . ’
ring~
Screens filled with enough words to spin one’s eyes appeared . Jinwoo’s gaze stopped at the stat screen .
| Available stat points: 20. |
The bonus stat points from the quest was neatly waiting for his decision . Of course, Jinwoo put it all into intelligence .
ring~
. .
| Stats. Strength: 178 Constitution: 137 Agility: 147 Intelligence: 149 Sense: 119 |
Finally, intelligence began to overtake the other stats . It was not quite at the strength stat’s level, but compared to the past, it had made an amazing progress .
Strength, Constitution, Agility, Intelligence, Sense .
A balance was forming across the attributes .
‘There are no wasted stats . ’
Before he knew it, he underwent periods where he had solely invested into a single attribute . Periods where he had solely invested into strength, periods where he had solely invested into agility, and lately, the period where he had solely invested into intelligence . Now, he fully understood that each stat had its own benefits and uses .
‘You know…’
Now that he had reached this point, what if he just distributed his points evenly across the board from now on?
An All-Stat Player .
A desire for something like that appeared in Jinwoo’s mind . It was a rather happy quandary, born out of knowing that not a single attribute was useless .
‘Once intelligence reaches the level of strength, let’s raise the other stats accordingly . ’
Having made his decision, Jinwoo turned to the skill screen . The third reward was in that space .
| Reward 3 . Unknown Reward. |
Because of just how great the first and second rewards were, Jinwoo had not paid much attention to this unknown third reward, having looked at it with a passing curiosity . Still, he was not a man to ignore any reward given to him .
| Reward 3 will now be provided . . |
What appeared in his hand with the message was a scroll, similar to the Entry Permits from the Demon Castle .
‘What’s this?’
Surprised at the reward giving him an unexpected item, Jinwoo unfurled the scroll .
| Recipe: Holy Water of Life [1]. |
| Learn how to craft the “Holy Water of Life” . . |
Jinwoo’s eyes widened .
‘I can make an item myself?’
Only the Mage-class Awakened Beings could make weapons with magic power… Oh wait, he was technically a Mage-class now .
‘Still, to think that I can make an item if I just have the recipe…’
Jinwoo heart began to race . At the same time, a question appeared in his mind . Just what exactly could he make?
‘What’s a Holy Water of Life?’
Jinwoo read over the item information of Holy Water of Life on the recipe scroll .
| Holy Water of Life. |
| Rarity: S. Type: Consumable. Heal any and every illness . . Effects will only be shown after a full bottle is used . .
The moment he read the words, Jinwoo thought of his mother in the hospital . Through his experiments with Yoo Jinho, Jinwoo knew that potions can be used on other people . If he could truly obtain this Holy Water of Life, it meant that he could save his mother . The hands that held the scroll trembled in excitement . The ingredients were simple .
‘Fragment of the World Tree . ’
Was obtained after killing Volkhan on the 50th Floor .
‘The Spring Water from the Echoing Forest’ [2]
Was obtained after killing Metus on the 75th Floor .
And the last ingredient .
‘ . The Purified Blood of the Demon King . ’ [3]
This was the only item he had not obtained yet . However, looking at the floors he had gotten the two ingredients, it was clear to him where the last would come from .
The top of the tower .
‘It’ll probably come from the final boss of the Demon Castle on the 100th Floor . ’
As such, clearing the Demon Castle Dungeon would net him all the ingredients to craft the Holy Water of Life .
It was in this moment Jinwoo realized,
“Ah . ”
He uttered without thinking . The shock of his realization was that great .
What if… the thing that he “wanted” from the Blessed Random Box was this Holy Water of Life?
‘Mother…’
His eyes glistened with tears at the thought of seeing his mother healthy again .
ring~
| You may learn a crafting skill through Recipe: Holy Water of Life . |
| Would you like to learn the crafting skill?. |
At the electronic tone, Jinwoo snapped back to reality . To craft the Holy Water of Life, he had to succeed in conquering the Demon Castle . In order to accomplish that, he had to quickly obtain the proper raiding gear and return . There was no time to be lost in his feelings .
“ . Teach me . ”
| You’ve learned how to make Holy Water of Life. |
‘This is not a dream, is it?’
As if reminding him, the skill screen now showed a section for crafting skills .
| Crafting Skills. -Consumable: Holy Water of Life (2/3) |
The numbers at the end probably referred to the number of ingredients he had on hand .
‘Oh right . Forgot about this . ’
Jinwoo took out an item next to the Spring Water in the inventory . It was a necklace made out of skulls of small animals .
| The Monarch of Demons’ Necklace. |
| Rarity: S. Type: Accessory. Agility +20, Intelligence +20. Set: The Crown Jewels of the Monarch of Demons 1 . The Monarch of Demons’ Earrings 2 . The Monarch of Demons’ Necklace 3 . The Monarch of Demons’ Ring. Set Bonus: 1 . ??? (2 Items) 2 . ??? (3 Items) |
The Spring Water from the Echoing Forest wasn’t the only thing he had earned from the Guide of Souls . He had also obtained this rather distasteful looking necklace filled with bad vibes .
‘Why are all these necklaces like this…’
Jinwoo’s face scrunched at thinking about the dog collar he was “wearing” right now . He held the Monarch of Demons’ Necklace to his neck .
ring~
| Would you like to replace the “Gatekeeper’s Necklace” with the “Monarch of Demons’ Necklace”?. |
The boost from the two items were pretty similar . Both of them increased two stats by 20 . However, the new item had a set effect .
‘Exchange’
shooo-
| The “Monarch of Demons’ Necklace” has been equipped . . |
The skull necklace disappeared and was replaced with a dog collar in Jinwoo’s hand . He put away the dog collar into his inventory and checked the set bonus of the Crown Jewels of the Monarch of Demons .
| The Monarch of Demons’ Necklace. |
| . . Set Bonus: 1 . All Stats +5 (2 Items) 2 . ??? (3 Items) |
‘All stats increased by five . ’
Just a single set bonus was equivalent to increasing his levels by five, and there was still one set bonus remaining .
‘The Monarch of Demons’ Ring…’
Usually in video games, the set bonuses became better and better as you equipped more items in the set . In that line of thinking, the unrevealed set bonus should be something crazy .
Still, the S-rank equipments he had earned were but the side benefits of his time spent in the Demon Castle .
The true benefit was the great leap he had made in his levels . Jinwoo looked at the progress he made while climbing 77 floors and smiled .
‘I went up 16 levels in one week . ’
It was a speed unthinkable in the C-rank Dungeons . This was the result of his efforts spent in the wild(?) for seven days . Of course, he still had business left in the place, but the Demon Castle Raid was an incredible success .
‘But there’s this…’
One thing he could not understand . Jinwoo held the item from the Cursed Random Box under the light from a lamp .
‘What is this?’
It was a black key that seemed to absorb all light . No information box popped when he stared at it .
‘I’ve never had the information box not pop up from an item from the System…’
Just Instant Dungeon Keys were rare enough from normal Random Boxes, but he had never seen something like this before .
‘Where do I even use this?’
Because it was an item from a “cursed” box, he did feel a little anxious holding it . Still, it was something that had been earned with effort, so he couldn’t just throw it away .
‘I’m sure I’ll find a use for it someday . ’
After all, the Cursed Random Box did say it’ll give him something he needed .
Returning the key back to the inventory, Jinwoo stood up . Now, he had to focus on obtaining artifacts to help clear the Demon Castle .
‘And there’s something I want to sell . ’
However, the problem was that an E-rank Hunter could not easily buy or sell high-level artifacts . If a low-ranking Hunter (and Jinwoo was known to be the weakest) put up an item for auction (an item that even high-rankers would be pressed to obtain), who wouldn’t be suspicious of him? Same goes for buying . With the title of “E-rank Hunter” attached to him, it was hard for Jinwoo use the funds he had amassed .
‘It’ll be hard to explain where I want to use the artifacts too . ’
And so, he had to overcome this awkward situation .
“Is it time…”
Time to cast aside the facade of the E-rank .
Ranking Retest .
It was time for him to earn his true ranking .
The Hunter’s expression became serious .
‘At my current level, I probably won’t be used by others against my will . ’
From the start, that was one of the objectives of leveling up . To prevent a stronger power from forcing him under their control, Jinwoo had masqueraded as an E-ranker .
But now? He was able to stand face to face against Baekho’s Guildmaster Baek Yoonho . No, even if it wasn’t Baek Yoonho, he was confident that he could remain strong in front of anyone . There was no longer any reason to hide his powers .
ba dum, ba dum, ba dum
Thinking about throwing away that annoying title of “E-rank” that plagued his past, Jinwoo’s heart began to beat faster .
‘Before that,’
There was one thing he had to check . Jinwoo turned on his Hunter phone . After a week of no contact, his phone was filled with missed calls and messages . Most of them were unknown numbers . He felt sorry, but he did not particularly want to check who they were .
‘If it’s urgent, I’m sure they’ll call again . ’
With a cool mind, he kept going down the call history and found the number he wanted . Jinwoo called the number .
[Follow me~]
Before the song even finished a verse, the person on the other end picked up the phone with an incredible speed .
- “Hyungnim!”
Was he in the Dungeon for that long? To think that this brat’s voice would sound so welcoming . Jinwoo smiled and opened his mouth,
“Did the talk with your father go well?”
- “Yes! It went well, hyungnim!”
‘Oh yeah?’
That was good to hear . Jinwoo did not want to take the retest while Yoo Jinho and his father’s deal was not completed . And if their side was all good, he had no problems anymore . He had guessed that Yoo Jinho’s happy greeting meant good news, but hearing it from the young man’s mouth gave him the assurance he needed .
- “Hyungnim! I was actually going to go see you about-”
click .
‘Huh?’
The call was suddenly ended . Jinwoo checked his phone; it had died because the battery ran out .
‘Well… I did forget to charge it before going into the Demon Castle . ’
Still, it was good that he was able to confirm Yoo Jinho had succeeded . Jinwoo changed his clothes . The Association HQ was not far from here . He could finish the retest in an instant .
“Oh right . ”
Jinwoo was half way out of the door and quickly came back in . He forgot about his little sister . She would probably worry if her brother, who said he’d be home after a week, left the house again without a word . He left a brief note on the kitchen table .
[Oppa came home and left . ]
With a satisfied smile, Jinwoo left the house .
It had been a long time since Jinwoo had stood before the Awakened Being Ranking Test Office .
‘Has it been four years?’
Maybe five? With a nostalgic face, Jinwoo walked up to the employee at the reception desk . The employee didn’t even look up,
“Your proof of identity and contact information please . ”
Remembering how the proceedings went last time, Jinwoo put down the documents he had already prepared .
‘Hmm?’
The employee looked at Jinwoo’s proof of identity and tilted his head,
“This is a Hunter’s License . ”
“Yep . ”
The employee looked confused,
“If you have any complaints about the results of your rank, that’s for a different office . ”
“No, I’m here for a retest . ”
“Huh?”
The employee looked back and forth between Jinwoo’s face and the license then put up a finger,
“O-one moment . ”
The employee stood up and went behind him to a middle-aged man who looked like he had a temper .
“Deputy, some Hunter came here for a retest, what should I do?”
“Retest? What’s his current rank?”
“E-rank, sir . ”
The deputy looked behind the employee at Jinwoo .
“It happens from time to time . Deluded Hunters who come here, unable to accept their reality . ”
“So you think that man is?”
The deputy nodded,
“Reawakened my ass… He’s just unable to accept the fact that other Hunters earn a ton and are more famous than him . ”
“Ah . ”
“People like that become a headache if you entertain them for too long . Just tell him that he’ll have to pay the retest fee and send him to the testing building . ”
“Yes, sir . ”
Having rid of his worries, the employee returned to the reception desk . The deputy stared at the employee and Jinwoo and clicked his tongue, then returned his gaze to his computer . Suddenly, the deputy’s fingers stopped . That Hunter’s name… He felt like he had heard it before .
‘Where was it?’
After the man disappeared off to the testing building, he quietly went up to the employee .
“That E-rank Hunter just now, what was his name?”
“It was Sung Jinwoo . Do you know him?”
“No, I don’t think so . ”
But the deputy couldn’t shake the feeling he had heard of the name before . Combing over his memories, he suddenly realized and widened his eyes .
‘Ah!’
That man had asked him! To let him know if a Hunter named Sung Jinwoo came to the testing office . Why didn’t he remember?! The deputy disappeared to a corner and quickly called someone .
ring, ring
- “Hello, this is Baek Yoonho . ” [4]
“Ah, Guildmaster Baek . It’s about that Hunter you asked about before . That Hunter Sung Jinwoo . He really came here . I mean, how did you know he would come?”
- “Sung Jinwoo-ssi came to the testing office?”
“Yes, he just requested a retest just now . ”
- “ . ”
The deputy thought the call was ended, but a moment later, an urgent voice continued across the phone,
- “Could you please delay his testing, even for a little bit? I’ll be right there . ”
The deputy tilted his head .
Was he mistaken? That Baekho’s Guildmaster’s voice sounded anxious .
‘What a strange day . ’
Unfortunately, the matter was already out of his hands . The deputy scratched his temple and replied,
“Er… He already left for the testing building . ”
. .
Translator’s Notes:
[1]: “Recipe: Holy Water of Life” (도안: 생명의 신수): two parts here to go over,
1 . “Recipe” (도안): lit . “design” . “Design” is probably more appropriate in context of learning new crafting items, but I went with “recipe” since the crafting item in question is a consumable .
2 . “Holy Water of Life” (생명의 신수): “life” 생명 + “god” 신 + “water” 수 . Closest cultural approximation of “god water” (신수) is the ceremonial water used in certain east asian religious rites, so I decided to go with “holy water” .
[2]: “Spring Water from the Echoing Forest” (메아리 숲의 샘물): quite literal . “Echo” 메아리 + “forest” 숲 + “spring water” 샘물
[3]: “Purified Blood of the Demon King” (정화된 악마왕의 피): quite literal . “Purified” 정화된 + “demon king” 악마왕 + “blood” 피 . Please note that this is one of the reasons why I translated 군주 as “Monarch” and not “King” . It’s because the word 왕 (“King”) exists, and that word can only be really used for “King” .
[4]: corrected a mistake on the original . Baek Yoonho’s name is written as Baek Yoonhob . :P