Sitting cross-legged on Rand’s bed, Min watched him, in his shirtsleeves, rooting through the coats in the huge ivory-inlaid wardrobe. How could he sleep in this room, with all its black, heavy furniture? A part of her thought absently about moving everything out, replacing it with some carved pieces she had seen in Caemlyn, lightly touched with gilding, and pale draperies and linens that he would find less oppressive. Odd; she had never cared one way or another about furniture, or linens. But that one tapestry of a battle, of a lone swordsman surrounded by enemies and about to be overwhelmed—that definitely had to go. Mostly, though, she just watched him.
There was such an intent look in his morning-blue eyes, and the snowy shirt tightened across the broad of his back when he turned to reach deep into the wardrobe’s interior. He had very good legs, and marvelous calves, shown off well in dark close-fitting breeches, with his boots turned down. Sometimes he frowned, combing fingers through dark reddish hair; no amount of brushing could make it ruly; it always curled slightly around his ears and on the nape of his neck.  It was just that sometimes, near him, thinking clearly became a trifle difficult. That was all.
Coat after embroidered silk coat came out and was tossed to the floor atop the one he had worn to the Sea Folk ship. Could the negotiations still be going half so well without his ta’veren presence? If only she had a really useful viewing of the Sea Folk. As always to her eyes, images and colorful auras flickered around him, most gone too quickly to make out, all but one meaningless to her at the moment. That one viewing came and went a hundred times a day, and whenever Mat or Perrin were present, it encompassed them, too, and sometimes others. A vast shadow lurked over him, swallowing up thousands upon thousands of tiny lights like fireflies that hurled themselves into it in an attempt to fill up the darkness. Today, there seemed to be countless tens of thousands of fireflies, but the shadow seemed larger, too. Somehow that viewing represented his battle with the Shadow, but he almost never wanted to know how it stood. Not that she could really say, except that the shadow always seemed to be winning, to one degree or another. She sighed with relief to see the image go.
A tiny stab of guilt made her shift her seat on the coverlet. She had not really lied when he asked what viewings she had kept back. Not really. What good to tell him he would almost certainly fail without a woman who was dead and gone? He became bleak too easily as it was. She had to keep his spirits up, make him remember to laugh. Except . . .
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Rand.” Saying that might be a mistake. Men were strange creatures in so many ways; one minute they took reasonable advice, and the next did just the opposite. Deliberately did the opposite, it seemed.  And that without his channeling.
“It is a wonderful idea,” he said, tossing down a blue coat with silver embroidery. “I’m ta’veren, and today it seems to be working in my favor for a change.” A green coat with gold embroidery went to the floor.
“Wouldn’t you rather comfort me again?”
 She hoped she was not blushing. Comforting. Where did that idea ever come from? she wondered silently. The aunts who had raised her were gentle, kind women, but they had strong notions of proper behavior. They had disapproved of her wearing breeches, disapproved of her working in stables, the job she loved best, since it brought her into contact with horses. There was no question what they would think of comforting, with a man she was not married to. If they ever found out, they would ride all the way from Baerlon just to skin her. And him, too, of course.
“I . . . need to keep moving while I’m sure it is still working,” he said slowly, then turned quite quickly back to the wardrobe. “This will do,” he exclaimed, pulling out a plain coat of green wool. “I didn’t know this was in there.”
It was the coat he had worn coming back from Dumai’s Wells, and she could see his hands tremble as he remembered. Trying to be casual, she got up and went to put her arms around him, crushing the coat between them as she laid her head against his chest.
“I love you” was all she said. Through his shirt she could feel the round, half-healed scar on his left side. She could recall when he got it as if it were yesterday. That had been the first time she ever held him in her arms, while he lay unconscious and near death.
His hands pressed against her back, squeezing her tight, squeezing the breath out of her, but then, disappointingly, they fell away. She thought he muttered something about “not fair” under his breath. Was he thinking about the Sea Folk while she hugged him? He should be, really. Merana was a Gray, yet it was said the Sea Folk could make a Domani sweat. He should be, but . . . She thought about kicking his ankle. Gently he moved her away and began pulling on the coat.
“Rand,” she said firmly, “you can’t be sure it will have any effect, just because it did on Harine. If you being ta’veren always affected everything, you’d have every ruler kneeling at your feet by now, and the Whitecloaks, too.”
“I’m the Dragon Reborn,” he replied haughtily, “and today I can do anything.” Scooping up his sword belt, he fastened it around his waist. It bore a plain brass buckle, now. The gilded Dragon lay atop the coverlet on the bed. Gloves of thin black leather went on to cover the golden-maned heads on the backs of his hands and the herons branded on his palms. “But I don’t look like him, do I?” He spread his arms, smiling. “They won’t know until it’s too late.”
She almost threw up her hands. “You don’t look much like a fool, either.” And let him take that how he would.  “Rand, as soon as they see the Aiel, they will either run or start fighting. If you won’t take any of the Aes Sedai, at least take those Asha’man. One arrow, and you’re dead, whether you’re the Dragon Reborn or a goatherd!”
“But I am the Dragon Reborn, Min,” he said seriously. “And ta’veren. We are going alone; just you and me. That is, if you still want to come.”
“You’re not going anywhere without me, Rand al’Thor.” She stopped herself from saying he would trip over his own feet if he did. This euphoria was almost as bad as the dark bleakness. “Nandera won’t like this.” She did not know exactly what went on between him and the Maidens—something very peculiar indeed, by the things she had seen—but any hope that that might stop him guttered out when he grinned like a small boy evading his mother.
“She won’t know, Min.” He even had a twinkle in his eye! “I do this all the time, and they never know.” He held out a gloved hand, expecting her to jump when he called.
There really was nothing to do but straighten her green coat, glance into the stand-mirror to make sure of her hair—and take his hand. The trouble was, she was ready to leap if he crooked a finger; she just wanted to make sure he never found out.
In the anteroom, he made a gateway atop the golden Rising Sun set in the floor, and she let him lead her through onto a hilly forest floor carpeted with dead leaves. A bird flashed away, flaring red wings. A squirrel appeared on a branch and chittered at them, lashing a furry white-tipped tail.
It was hardly the sort of woods she remembered from near Baerlon; there were not many real forests anywhere close to the city of Cairhien. Most of the trees stood four or five or even ten paces apart, tall leatherleafs and pines, taller oaks and trees she did not know, running across the flat she and Rand stood on and up a slope that began only a few spans off. Even the undergrowth seemed thinner than back home, the bushes and vines and briars spread out in patches, though some of those were not small. Everything was brown and dry. She plucked a lace-edged handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed at the sweat that suddenly seemed to pop out on her face.
“Which way do we go?” she asked. By the sun, north lay over the slope, the direction she would choose. The city should lie about seven or eight miles in that direction. With luck, they could walk all the way back without encountering anyone. Or better, given her heeled boots and the terrain, not to mention the heat, Rand could decide to give up and make another gateway back to the Sun Palace. The palace rooms were cool compared to this.
Before he could answer, crackling brush and leaves announced someone coming. The rider who appeared on a long-legged gray gelding with bright-fringed bridle and reins was a Cairhienin woman, short and slender in a dark blue, nearly black, silk riding dress, horizontal slashes of red and green and white running from her neck to below her knees. The sweat on her face could not diminish her pale beauty, or make her eyes less than large dark pools. A small clear green stone hung on her forehead from a fine golden chain fastened in black hair that fell in waves to her shoulders.
Min gasped, and not for the hunting crossbow the woman carried casually raised in one green-gloved hand. For a moment, she was sure it was Moiraine. But . . .
“I do not recall seeing either of you in the camp,” the woman said in a throaty, almost sultry, voice. Moiraine’s voice had been crystal. The crossbow lowered, still quite casually, until it pointed rock-steady at Rand’s chest.
He ignored it. “I thought I might like to take a look at your camp,” he said with a slight bow. “I believe you are the Lady Caraline Damodred?” The slender woman inclined her head, acknowledging the name.
Min sighed regretfully, but it was not as if she had really expected Moiraine to turn up alive. Moiraine was the only viewing of hers that had ever failed. But Caraline Damodred herself, one of the leaders of the rebellion against Rand here in Cairhien, and a claimant to the Sun Throne . . . He really was pulling all the threads of the Pattern around him, to have her appear.
Lady Caraline slowly raised the crossbow to one side; the cord made a loud snap, launching the broadhead bolt into the air.
“I doubt one would do any good against you,” she said, walking her gelding slowly toward them, “and I would not like you to think I was threatening you.” She looked once at Min—just a glance that ran head to toe, though Min was sure everything about her was filed away—but aside from that, Lady Caraline kept her eyes on Rand. She drew rein three paces away, just far enough so he could not reach her afoot before she could dig in her heels. “I can only think of one gray-eyed man with your height who might suddenly appear out of nowhere, unless perhaps you are an Aiel in disguise, but perhaps you will be so kind as to supply a name?”
“I am the Dragon Reborn,” Rand said, every bit as arrogant as he had been with the Sea Folk, yet if any ta’veren swirling of the Pattern was at work, the woman on the horse gave no evidence.
Rather than leaping down to fall to her knees, she merely nodded, pursing her lips. “I have heard so very much about you. I have heard you went to the Tower to submit to the Amyrlin Seat. I have heard you mean to give the Sun Throne to Elayne Trakand. I have also heard that you killed Elayne, and her mother.”
“I submit to no one,” Rand replied sharply. He stared up at her with eyes fierce enough to snatch her out of the saddle by themselves. “Elayne is on her way to Caemlyn as we speak, to take the throne of Andor. After which, she will have the throne of Cairhien as well.” Min winced. Did he have to sound like a pillow stuffed full of haughty? She had hoped he had calmed down a bit after the Sea Folk.
Lady Caraline laid her crossbow across the saddle in front of her, running a gloved hand along it. Perhaps regretting that loosed bolt? “I could accept my young cousin on the throne—better she than some, at least—but . . . ” Those big dark eyes that had seemed so liquid suddenly became stone. “But I am not sure I can accept you in Cairhien, and I do not mean only your changes to laws and customs. You . . . change fate by your very presence. Every day since you came, people die in accidents so bizarre no one can believe them. So many husbands abandon their wives, and wives their husbands, that no one even comments upon it now. You will tear Cairhien apart just by remaining here.”
“Balance,” Min broke in hastily. Rand’s face was so dark, he looked ready to burst. Maybe he had been right to come after all. Certainly there was no point letting him throw this meeting away in a tantrum. She gave no one a chance to speak. “There is always a balance of good against bad. That’s how the Pattern works. Even he doesn’t change that. As night balances day, good balances harm. Since he came, there hasn’t been a single stillbirth in the city, not one child born deformed. There are more marriages some days than used to be in a week, and for every man who chokes to death on a feather, a woman tumbles head over heels down three flights of stairs and, instead of breaking her neck, stands up without a bruise. Name the evil, and you can point to the good. The turning of the Wheel requires balance, and he only increases the chances of what might have happened anyway in nature.” Suddenly she colored, realizing they were both looking at her. Staring, more like.
“Balance?” Rand murmured, eyebrows lifting.
“I’ve been reading some of Master Fel’s books,” she said faintly. She did not want anyone to think she was pretending to be a philosopher. Lady Caraline smiled at her tall saddlebow and toyed with her reins. The woman was laughing at her. She would show this woman what she could laugh at!
Abruptly a tall black gelding with the look of a warhorse came crashing through the undergrowth, ridden by a man well into his middle years, with close-cropped hair and a pointed beard. Despite his yellow Tairen coat, the fat sleeves striped with green satin, eyes of a startling pretty blue looked out of his damp, dark face, like pale polished sapphires. Not a particularly pretty man, but those eyes made up for a too-long nose. He carried a crossbow in one leather-gauntleted hand, and brandished a broadhead bolt in the other.
“This came down inches from my face, Caraline, and it has your markings! Just because there’s no game is no reason—” He became aware of Rand and Min just then, and his drawn crossbow lowered toward them. “Are these strays, Caraline, or did you find spies from the city? I’ve never believed al’Thor would continue to let us sit here unhindered.”
Half a dozen more riders appeared behind him, sweating men in fat-sleeved coats with satin stripes and perspiring women in riding dresses with wide, thick lace collars. All carrying crossbows. The last of those riders had not halted, horses stamping and tossing heads, before twice as many came struggling through the brush from another direction and pulled up near Caraline, slight, pale men and women in dark clothes with stripes of color sometimes to below the waist. All with crossbows. Servants afoot came after, laboring and panting with the heat, the men who would dress and carry any downed game. It hardly seemed to matter that none had more than a skinning knife at his belt. Min swallowed, and unconsciously began patting her cheeks with her handkerchief a little more vigorously. If even one person recognized Rand before he knew it . . .
Lady Caraline did not hesitate. “Not spies, Darlin,” she said, turning her horse to face the Tairen newcomers. The High Lord Darlin Sisnera! All that was needed now was Lord Toram Riatin. Min wished Rand’s ta’veren tugging at the Pattern could be just a little less complete. “A cousin and his wife,” Caraline went on, “come from Andor to see me. May I present Tomas Trakand—from a minor branch of the House—and his wife Jaisi.” Min almost glared at her; the only Jaisi she had ever known had been a dusty prune before she was twenty, and sour and bad-tempered to boot.
Darlin’s gaze swept over Rand again, lingered a moment on Min. He lowered his crossbow and bowed his head just a hair, a High Lord of Tear to a minor noble. “You are welcome, Lord Tomas. It takes a brave man to join us in our present circumstances. Al’Thor may loose the savages on us any day.” The Lady Caraline gave him an exasperated look that he made a show of not seeing.
He noted that Rand’s return bow was no more than his, however; noted, and frowned. A darkly handsome woman in his retinue muttered angrily under her breath—she had a long hard face, well-practiced in anger—and a stout fellow, scowling and sweating in a red-striped coat of pale green, heeled his horse forward a few steps as if thinking to ride Rand down.
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,” Rand said coolly, as though he noticed nothing. The Dragon Reborn to . . . The Dragon Reborn to just about anybody, was what it was. Arrogance on a mountaintop. “Not much happens as we expect. For instance, I heard you were in Tear, in Haddon Mirk.”
Min wished she dared speak up, dared say something to soothe him. She settled for stroking his arm. Casually. A wife—now there was a word that suddenly sounded fine—a wife idly patting her husband. Another fine word. Light, it was hard being fair! It was hardly fair, having to be fair.
“The High Lord Darlin is but lately come by longboat with a few of his close friends, Tomas.” Caraline’s throaty tone never changed, but her gelding suddenly pranced, no doubt at a sharp heel, and under cover of regaining control she turned her back to Darlin and shot Rand a brief warning frown. “Do not trouble the High Lord, Tomas.”
“I do not mind, Caraline,” Darlin said, slinging his crossbow from his saddle by a loop. He rode a little closer and rested an arm on his tall saddlebow. “A man should know what he is stepping into. You may have heard the tales about al’Thor going to the Tower, Tomas. I came because Aes Sedai approached me months ago with suggestions that might happen, and your cousin informed me she had received the same. We thought we might put her on the Sun Throne before Colavaere could take it. Well, al’Thor is no fool; never believe he is. Myself, I think he played the Tower like a harp. Colavaere is hanged, he sits secure behind Cairhien’s walls—without an Aes Sedai halter, I’ll wager, no matter what rumor says—and until we find some way to extricate ourselves, we sit in his hand, waiting for him to make a fist.”
“A ship brought you,” Rand said simply. “A ship could take you away.” Abruptly Min realized he was gently patting her hand on his arm. Trying to soothe her!
Startlingly, Darlin threw back his head and laughed. A great many women would forget his nose for those eyes and that laugh. “So it would, Tomas, but I’ve asked your cousin to marry me. She will not say yes or no, but a man cannot abandon even a possible wife to the mercies of the Aiel, and she will not leave.”
Caraline Damodred drew herself up on her saddle, face cold enough to shame an Aes Sedai, but suddenly auras of red and white flashed around her and Darlin, and Min knew. The colors never seemed to matter, but she knew that they would marry—after Caraline had led him a merry chase. More, to her eyes a crown suddenly appeared on Darlin’s head, a simple golden circlet with a slightly curved sword lying on its side above his brows. The king’s crown he would wear one day, though of what country, she could not say. Tear had High Lords instead of a king.
Image and auras vanished as Darlin pulled his horse around to face Caraline. “There’s no game to be found today. Toram has already returned to camp. I suggest we do the same.” Those blue eyes scanned the surrounding trees quickly. “It seems your cousin and his wife have lost their horses. They will wander, in a careless moment,” he added to Rand, in a kindly tone. He knew very well they had no horses. “But I’m sure Rovair and Ines will give up their mounts. A walk in the air will do them good.”
The stout man in the red-striped coat swung down from his tall bay immediately, with a toadying smile for Darlin and one markedly less warm if just as greasy for Rand. The angry-faced woman was a moment later in climbing stiffly from her silver-gray mare. She did not look pleased.
Neither was Min. “You mean to go into their camp?” she whispered as Rand led her to the horses. “Are you mad?” she added before thinking.
“Not yet,” he said softly, touching her nose with the tip of one finger. “Thanks to you, I know that.” And he boosted her onto the mare, then climbed into the bay’s saddle and heeled the animal up beside Darlin.
Heading north and a little toward the west, across the slope, they left Rovair and Ines standing beneath the trees frowning at one another sourly. As they fell in behind with the Cairhienin, the other Tairens shouted laughing wishes that the pair would enjoy the walk.
Min would have ridden alongside Rand, but Caraline put a hand on her arm, drawing her in back of the two men. “I want to see what he does,” Caraline said quietly. Which one, Min wondered. “You are his lover?” Caraline asked.
“Yes,” Min told her defiantly, once she could catch a breath. Her cheeks felt like fire. But the woman only nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, in Cairhien. Sometimes she realized that all the sophistication she had picked up talking to worldly people was about as thick as her blouse.
Rand and Darlin rode knee to knee just ahead, the younger man half a head taller than the older, each wrapped in pride like a cloak. But talking, just the same. Listening was not easy.  The cry of a hawk overhead or the chattering of a squirrel in a tree drowned them. Still, it was possible to overhear snatches.
“If I may say so, Tomas,” Darlin said at one point, as they headed down after the first rise, “and under the Light I offer no disrespect, you are fortunate in having a beautiful wife. The Light willing, I will have one as beautiful myself.”
“Why do they not speak of something important?” Caraline muttered.
 The Lady Caraline did not look half as displeased as she sounded. She herself had never cared whether anyone thought her pretty or not. Well, until she met Rand, anyway. Maybe Darlin’s nose was not all that long.
“I would have let him take Callandor from the Stone,” Darlin said some time later, as they climbed a sparsely treed slope, “but I could not stand aside when he brought Aiel invaders into Tear.”
“I’ve read the Prophecies of the Dragon,” Rand said, leaning forward on the bay’s neck and urging the animal on. A fine glossy appearance the horse had, but no more bottom than his owner, Min suspected. “The Stone had to fall before he could take Callandor,” Rand continued. “Other Tairen lords follow him, so I hear.”
Darlin snorted. “They cringe and lick his boots! I could have followed, if that was what he wanted, if . . .  “Too many ifs, Tomas. There is a saying in Tear. ‘Any quarrel can be forgiven, but kings never forget.’ Tear has not been under a king since Artur Hawkwing, but I think the Dragon Reborn is very like a king. No, he has attainted me with treason, as he calls it, and I must go on as I began. The Light willing, I may see Tear sovereign on its own land once more before I die.”
It had to be ta’veren work, Min knew. The man would never have spoken this way to someone casually met, Caraline Damodred’s supposed cousin or not. But what did Rand think? She could hardly wait to tell him about the crown.
Topping that hill, they suddenly came on a knot of spearmen, some with a dented breastplate or helmet, most without either, who bowed as soon they saw the party. To left and right through the trees, Min could see other groups of sentries. Below, the camp lay spread out in what seemed a permanent haze of dust, down a nearly treeless slope and across the hill-valley and up the next hill. Each of the few tents was large, with some noble’s banner hanging limply on a staff above the peak. Almost as many horses stood tied to picket lines as there were people, and thousands of men and a handful of women wandered among the cookfires and wagons. None raised a cheer as their leaders rode in.
Min studied them over the handkerchief she pressed to her nose against the dust, not caring whether Caraline saw what she was doing. Dispirited faces watched them pass, and grim faces, people who knew they were in a trap. Here and there a House’s con stood stiffly above some man’s head, yet most seemed to be wearing whatever they could find, bits and pieces of armor that often neither matched nor fitted very well. A good many, though, men too tall for Cairhien, wore red coats under their battered breastplates.  Darlin could only have brought a few people with him on a longboat, perhaps no more than his hunting party. Caraline looked to neither side as they rode through the camp, but whenever they came near those men in red coats, her mouth tightened.
Darlin dismounted before a tremendous tent, the largest Min had ever seen, larger than any she had ever imagined, a great red-striped oval, shining in the sunlight like silk, with no fewer than four high conical peaks, each with the Rising Sun of Cairhien stirring above in a lazy breeze, gold on blue. The strumming of harps drifted out amid the murmur of voices, like the sounds of geese. As servants took away the horses, Darlin offered his arm to Caraline. After a very long pause, she laid her fingers lightly on his wrist with no expression whatsoever, letting him escort her inside.
“My Lady wife?” Rand murmured with a smile, extending his arm.
Min sniffed and put her hand atop his. She would rather have hit him. He had no right to make a joke of that. He had no right to bring her here, ta’veren or no ta’veren. He could be killed here, burn him! But did he care if she spent the rest of her life weeping? She touched one of the striped doorflaps as they went in, and shook her head in wonder. It was silk. A silk tent!
No sooner were they inside than she felt Rand stiffen. Darlin’s shrunken retinue and Caraline’s jostled around them with insincere murmurs of apology. Between the four main tentpoles, long trestle tables groaning with food and drink stood about the colorful carpets that had been laid for a floor, and there were people everywhere, Cairhienin nobles in their finery, a few soldiers with the fronts of their heads shaved and powdered, plainly men of high rank by the fine cut of their coats. A handful of bards strolled playing through the crowd, picked out as much by a loftier air than any noble as by the carved and gilded harps they carried. Yet Min’s eyes flew as if pulled to the sure source of Rand’s worry, three Aes Sedai talking together in shawls fringed green and brown and gray. Images and colors flashed around them, but not a thing she could make sense of. A swirl in the crowd revealed another, a comfortably round-faced woman. More images, more flaring colors, but all Min needed was the red-fringed shawl looped over her plump arms.
Rand tucked her hand under his arm and patted it. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “Everything is going well.” She would have asked him what they were doing there, but she was afraid he would tell her.
Darlin and Caraline had vanished into the crowd along with their followers, yet as a bowing serving man with stripes of red, green and white on his dark cuffs offered a tray of silver goblets to Rand and Min, she reappeared, shaking off the importunings of a hatchet-faced fellow in one of those red coats. He glared at her back as she took a goblet of punch and waved the servant away, and Min’s breath caught at the aura that suddenly flashed around him, bruised hues so dark they seemed nearly black.
“Don’t trust that man, Lady Caraline.” She could not stop herself.  She clamped her teeth shut before saying more.
Caraline glanced over her shoulder as the hatchet-faced man turned away abruptly. “I could believe it easily of Daved Hanlon,” she said wryly. “His White Lions fight for gold, not Cairhien, and loot worse than the Aiel. Andor became too hot for them, it seems.” That with an arch glance at Rand. “Toram has promised him a great deal of gold, I think, and estates I know.”  “Do you know the man, Jaisi?”
Min could only shake her head. How to explain what she did know about Hanlon now, that his hands would be red with more rapes and murders before he died? If she had known when or who . . . But all she knew was that he would. Anyway, telling about a viewing never changed it; what she saw happened, no matter who she warned. Sometimes, before she had learned better, it had happened because she warned.
“I’ve heard of the White Lions,” Rand said coldly. “Look among them for Darkfriends, and you won’t be disappointed.” They had been some of Gaebril’s soldiers; Min knew that much, and little more, except that Lord Gaebril had really been Rahvin. It stood to reason that soldiers serving one of the Forsaken would include Darkfriends.
“What of him?” Rand nodded toward a man across the tent whose long dark coat had as many stripes as Caraline’s dress. Very tall for a Cairhienin, perhaps less than a full head shorter than Rand, he was slender except for broad shoulders, and strikingly good-looking, with a strong chin and just a touch of gray at his dark temples. For some reason, Min’s eyes were drawn to his companion, a skinny little fellow with a large nose and wide ears, in a red silk coat that did not fit him very well. He kept fingering a curved dagger at his belt, a fancy piece with a golden sheath and a large red stone capping the hilt that seemed to catch the light darkly. She saw no auras around him. He seemed vaguely familiar. They were both looking at her and Rand.
“That,” Caraline breathed in a tight voice, “is Lord Toram Riatin himself. And his constant companion these past days, Master Jeraal Mordeth. Odious little man. His eyes make me want to take a bath. They both make me feel unclean.” She blinked, surprised at what she had said, but recovered quickly. Min had the feeling little put Caraline Damodred off her stride for long. In that, she was very like Moiraine. “I would be careful were I you, Cousin Tomas,” she went on. “You may have wrought some miracle or ta’veren-work on me—and perhaps even on Darlin—though I cannot say what it might come to—I make no promises—but Toram hates you with a passion. It was not so bad before Mordeth joined him, yet since . . . Toram would have us attack the city immediately, in the night. With you dead, he says, the Aiel would go, but I think it is you dead he seeks now even more than he does the throne.”
“Mordeth,” Rand said. His eyes were locked to Toram Riatin and the skinny fellow. “His name is Padan Fain, and there are one hundred thousand golden crowns on his head.”
Caraline nearly dropped her goblet. “Queens have been ransomed for less. What did he do?”
“He ravaged my home because it was my home.” Rand’s face was frozen, his voice ice. “He brought Trollocs to kill my friends because they were my friends. He is a Darkfriend, and a dead man.” Those last words came through clenched teeth. Punch splashed to the carpet as the silver goblet bent in his gloved fist.
Min felt sick for him, for his pain—she had heard what Fain had done in the Two Rivers—but she put a hand on Rand’s chest in near panic. If he gave way now, channeled with who knew how many Aes Sedai around . . . “For the Light’s sake, take hold of yourself,” she began, and a woman’s voice spoke pleasantly behind her.
“Will you present me to your tall young friend, Caraline?”
Min looked over her shoulder, right into an ageless face, cool-eyed beneath iron-gray hair pulled up into a bun from which dangled small golden ornaments. Swallowing a squeak, Min coughed. She had thought Caraline had taken her in in one glance, but these cool eyes seemed to know things about her she herself had forgotten. The Aes Sedai’s smile, as she adjusted her green-fringed shawl, was not nearly so pleasant as her voice.
“Of course, Cadsuane Sedai.” Caraline sounded shaken, but she smoothed her tone well before she finished introducing her visiting “cousin” and his “wife.” “But I fear Cairhien is no place for them at present,” she said, all self-possession once more, smiling regret that she could not keep Rand and Min longer. “They have agreed to take my advice and return to Andor.”
“Have they?” Cadsuane said dryly. Min’s heart sank. Even if Rand had not spoken of her, it was clear from the way she looked at him that she knew him. Tiny golden birds and moons and stars swayed as she shook her head. “Most boys learn not to stick their fingers into the pretty fire the first time they are burned, Tomas. Others need to be spanked, to learn.
“Do I?” She eyed him from head to toe, and made it seem no very great distance. “Well, it seems I shall soon see whether or not you need spanking.” Those cool eyes drifted to Min, to Caraline, and with a final hitch to her shawl, Cadsuane herself drifted away into the crowd.
Min swallowed the lump in her throat, and was pleased to see Caraline do the same, self-possession or no. Rand—the blind fool!—stared after the Aes Sedai as though intending to go after her. This time it was Caraline who laid a hand on Rand’s chest.
“I take it you know Cadsuane,” she said breathily. “Be careful of her; even the other sisters stand in awe of her.” Her throaty tones took on a note of gravity. “I have no idea what will come of today, but whatever it is, I think it is time you were gone, ‘Cousin Tomas.’ Past time. I will have horses—”
“This is your cousin, Caraline?” said a deep, rich man’s voice, and Min jumped in spite of herself.
Toram Riatin was even better-looking close up than at a distance, with the sort of strong male beauty and air of worldly knowledge that would have attracted Min before she met Rand. Well, she still found them attractive, just not as much as she did Rand. His firm-lipped smile was quite appealing.
Toram’s gaze fell to Caraline’s hand, still on Rand’s chest. “The Lady Caraline is to be my wife,” he said lazily. “Did you know that?”
Caraline’s cheeks reddened angrily. “Do not say that, Toram! I have told you I will not, and I will not!”
Toram smiled at Rand. “I think women never know their minds until you show them. What do you think, Jeraal? Jeraal?” He looked around, scowling. Min stared at him in amazement. And he was so pretty, with just the right air of . . . She wished she could call up viewings at will. She very much wanted to know what the future held for this man.
“I saw your friend scurry off that way, Toram.” Mouth twisted with distaste, Caraline gave a vague wave of her hand. “You will find him near the drink, I think, or else bothering the serving girls.”
“Later, my precious.” He tried to touch her cheek, and looked amused when she stepped back. Without a pause he transferred his amusement to Rand. And the sword at his side. “Would you care for a little sport, cousin?  With practice swords, of course.”
“Certainly not,” Caraline laughed. “He is a boy, Toram, and scarce knows one end of that thing from the other. His mother would never forgive me, if I allowed—”
“Sport,” Rand said abruptly. “I might as well see where this leads. I agree.”


REVERSAL OF FORTUNE A film review by Mark R. Leeper Copyright 1990 Mark R. Leeper
Capsule review: Famous lawyer Alan Dershowitz defends Claus von Bulow in this adaptation of Dershowitz's book. While none of the characters is anyone you would really want to know or even deal with, some of the re-assessment of what appears initially to be an "open and shut" case is reminiscent of TWELVE ANGRY MEN. Rating: high +1 (-4 to +4).
There is an old exchange where one person says, "The rich are different from us." And the other person responds, "Yes, they have more money." REVERSAL OF FORTUNE gives us glimpses into quite a few things but one is the lifestyles of the very rich. What we see is less than totally inviting. In REVERSAL OF FORTUNE our first impressions of Claus von Bulow play off all our prejudices against the European aristocracy. He is cultured, cold, emotionless, and calculating. He seems a marble statue that has been granted the power of speech. In a sense he is the damsel-in-distress of this piece. As the film begins he has already been found guilty of the attempted murder of his wife Sunny. To avoid going to prison he gets trial lawyer and professor of law Alan Dershowitz to defend him. Of course, as a matter of record Dershowitz did successfully appeal the conviction and in a retrial had von Bulow acquitted of the charges. REVERSAL OF FORTUNE, based on Dershowitz's own book, is the story of how Alan Dershowitz defended the impassive Claus von Bulow.
The film also gives us a view into Dershowitz's unorthodox defense procedures. He turns his house into a workshop with teams in each room researching the legal ramifications of a different piece of evidence against von Bulow. The teams even have sweatshirts labeled with the piece of evidence they are working on. Dershowitz may be bragging about the completeness of his approach but, in fact, one may wonder at the fairness of expending this magnitude of resource in a legal action. Dershowitz moralizes why he should take the case even if von Bulow is so likely guilty, but the audience never works up the respect for him and his methods that it has for the dramatized Clarence Darrow in INHERIT THE WIND or the dramatized Louis Nizer in A CASE OF LIBEL. His causes are not so noble and his fees are higher. As unflattering as this film was to Claus, whose only moments of humanity seem to be when he is having fun with his own ghoulish image in the press, REVERSAL OF FORTUNE is far less flattering to Sunny. This daughter of the idle rich is shown to have been mostly dead already by his own actions. She is totally idle and self-indulgent. Her hours out of bed, which number only six a day, are a constant struggle to pass through he system every drug she can lay her shaking hands on. Regardless of anything Claus did, we are led to believe that death or near-death was the expected and logical result of an incredibly self-destructive lifestyle. If she was really as portrayed, one wonders how she survived as long as she did.
In addition to Dershowitz's moralizing, there is one more piece of moralizing that is irritating in the film. The film pokes fun at von Bulow's patronizing, if well-intentioned, attitude toward Dershowitz being Jewish. Yet several times the camera takes opportunities to remind us that Dershowitz is not just a lawyer, he is a JEWISH lawyer. Camera angles are chosen to show a painting on a Jewish theme in Dershowitz's office or to show a menorah in his home. The camera is just as hung up on religion as is von Bulow.
Of the three stars, Glenn Close as Sunny von Bulow has top billing and got the least screen time. She does, however, narrate the story in spite of the fact that it makes little sense to have a narrator who is speaking from a coma and who was less than a clear thinker even before her coma. Some attention has been paid to Jeremy Irons's performance as Claus, though I have always thought it is easier to be convincingly weird than to be convincingly normal.
On the whole, REVERSAL OF FORTUNE panders a bit too much to the fans of crime "docudramas." But it is told with wit and subtlety. I would give it a high +1 on the -4 to +4 scale.
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Deep State & Democrats will not be happy until every leading Trump supporter is jailed or destroyed
by Jim Hoft | The Gateway PunditEarlier today former Trump adviser and Republican activist and author Roger Stone was convicted on SEVEN CHARGES — all process crimes — in the corrupt courtroom of Amy Berman Jackson in Washington DC.
Stone now faces up to 50 Years in Prison — or a life sentence.
Democrats will likely cheer this news. Roger Stone has been a very effective GOP activist for decades.
Now according to reporters covering the Roger Stone trial the Deep State prosecutor is eyeing charges against Alex Jones.
Mike Adams at Natural News reported:
The same prosecutor who ran the rigged “kangaroo court” show trial against Roger Stone is on the courtroom floor demanding the immediate arrest and indictment of Alex Jones, according to sources who have spoken directly to Natural News in the last few minutes.
Reporters who have been covering the trial have contacted Alex Jones, warning him that the deep state is now leapfrogging off the “victory” against Roger Stone, aiming to silence Alex Jones by having him arrested. The charge? According to sources, Alex Jones is now being accused of calling for a mass uprising against tyranny. Such a call is not a crime, by the way. It is enshrined in the Bill of Rights.
When Democrats call for protests, of course, that’s characterized as “justice.” When Trump supporters call for peaceful, lawful protests, that’s smeared as a crime.
“This is the closest level of naked tyranny I have ever seen,” said Alex Jones on his live InfoWars.com broadcast today. “This is a message to the deep state that says to anybody who supports Trump in 2020, we are going to bankrupt you, we are going to put you in prison, we’re coming for your children and we’re going to destroy you,” Jones added.
In a private phone call with Alex that took place over the last few minutes, Alex told Natural News that the deep state was seeking to imprison or murder every influential Trump supporter so that no voices could speak out against the impeachment show trial being rigged / run by congenital liar Rep. Adam Schiff (loonbag-CA).
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| Sponsor: | National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke (NINDS) |
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| Information provided by: | National Institutes of Health Clinical Center (CC) |
| ClinicalTrials.gov Identifier: | NCT00001549 |
The purpose of this study is to improve understanding of neurological conditions. Patients participating in this study will continue receiving medical care, routine laboratory tests, and diagnostics tests (X-rays, CT-scans, and nuclear imaging), from their primary care physician. Doctors at the NIH plan to follow these patients and offer advice and assistance to their primary care physicians.
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| Study Type: | Observational |
| Official Title: | Diagnosis and Natural History Protocol for Patients With Neurological Conditions |
| Estimated Enrollment: | 600 |
| Study Start Date: | October 1995 |
| Estimated Study Completion Date: | January 2006 |
The objective of this protocol is to provide diagnosis and follow Experimental Therapeutics Branch (ETB) patients not currently entered on another research protocol. No investigational treatments will be administered on this protocol, and the NIH physicians will be playing largely a consultative role to the patient's primary physician.
| Genders Eligible for Study: | Both |
| Accepts Healthy Volunteers: | No |
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Patients may be included on this protocol if they have an identifiable neurological disorder or represent a diagnostic puzzle. These disorders would include patients with Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease, multiple system atrophy, progressive supranuclear palsy, restless legs syndrome, other cognitive and movement disorders, and diagnostic puzzles.
Patients 18-90 years of age, inclusive, are eligible.
| ClinicalTrials.gov Identifier: | NCT00001549 History of Changes |
| Other Study ID Numbers: | 960009, 96-N-0009 |
| Study First Received: | November 3, 1999 |
| Last Updated: | March 3, 2008 |
| Health Authority: | United States: Federal Government |
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Opening a Window of Discovery on the Dynamic Universe
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meas_mosaic: determine consistent astrometry and photometry for multiple images
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NewHandler returns an http.Handler that wraps h, intercepting any h2c traffic. If a request is an h2c connection, it's hijacked and redirected to s.ServeConn. Otherwise the returned Handler just forwards requests to h. This works because h2c is designed to be parseable as valid HTTP/1, but ignored by any HTTP server that does not handle h2c. Therefore we leverage the HTTP/1 compatible parts of the Go http library to parse and recognize h2c requests. Once a request is recognized as h2c, we hijack the connection and convert it to an HTTP/2 connection which is understandable to s.ServeConn. (s.ServeConn understands HTTP/2 except for the h2c part of it.)
▹ Example


The situation was that, I needed to mock multiple external service within my application in order to test my application.
These external services are being consumed using HTTPPoison the popular elixir http client. The mock is achieved using the Mock library
# ~/multi_mocks.exs
Import Mock
#Mock multiple functions of the same module
test "Test special service that will call other supporting endpoints" do
with_mock(
HTTPoison,
post!: fn
endpoint_a, _, _ -> %HTTPoison.Response{body: endpoint_a_response_body}
endpoint_b, _, _ -> %HTTPoison.Response{body: endpoint_b_response_body}
endpoint_c, _, _ -> %HTTPoison.Response{body: endpoint_c_response_body}
end
) do
assert {:ok, _} = call_to_special_servicer()
end
end
#Mock multiple modules with their functions
with_mocks([
{ModuleA, [],
[
function_a: fn _, _ -> mock_desired_return end,
function_b: fn _, _ -> mock_desired_return end
]},
{ModuleB, [], [function_c: fn _, _ -> mock_desired_return end]},
{ModuleC, [],
[
function_d: fn _ -> mock_desired_return end,
function_e: fn _ -> mock_desired_return end
]}
]) do
assert left = right
end
Explanation
when call_to_special_service\0
is called from within the test, during execution when HTTPPoison.post!\3
fired with the given endpoints as url, the call results to the respective responses. With this we can easily pretend as if it was the real external service that was in action.


Installation¶
First Steps with Windows¶
If you are running Windows, you will first need to install Microsoft Visual Studio. If you do not already have a copy, the free community edition will work and can be downloaded here. Visual Studio (VS) can be installed in parallel with conda, just be sure to finish installing VS before moving on to installing cis_interface.
Setting up your Conda environment¶
For the purpose of the hackathon, we recommend using a conda environment with Python 3.6 installed. Conda allows you to have multile development environments with different versions of Python and/or software packages on the same machine. While this is not strictly necessary, it is recommended as it will help to ensure that you are using the same version of cis_interface and its dependencies as everyone else.
If you do not already have conda on your machine, download and install Anaconda from here.
Once Anaconda (or Miniconda) is installed you can create a new Python 3.6 environment for the hackathon by entering the following at your terminal prompt (or Anaconda prompt for Windows):
$ conda create -n cis python=3.6
On Linux/MacOS, the created environment can be activated by calling:
$ source activate cis
On Windows, this can be done by calling the following from the Anaconda prompt:
$ activate cis
Verify that the correct version of Python is now being used.:
$ python --version
Installing cis_interface¶
Directions for installing the cis_interface package and its dependencies can be found here. We recommend installing via conda and/or pip for the purpose of the hackathon.
Get Hackathon Materials¶
To get started, we will walk through transforming an example model and
connecting it to other models. To make sure we are all on the same page,
create a cis_home
directory somewhere that you will remember and can
access from the command line and then move into that directory:
$ mkdir cis_home
$ cd cis_home
The tutorial will use this directory as a reference for naming files and running the examples.
The materials for the hackathon tutorials are in a git repository on GitHub called hackathon2018.
Using Git¶
If you have a GitHub account, are familiar with git, and would like to save changes you make to the hackathon materials for future reference, you can fork the hackathon2018 repository (Fork button in the upper right)
and clone your fork on your machine into the cis_home
directory.:
$ git clone https://github.com/[your username]/hackathon2018.git
Via Download¶
If you don’t have a GitHub account or don’t know git, you can download the repository as a .zip or .tar.gz archive from the GitHub page by clicking Download ZIP in the box that drops down when you click the green Clone or Download button.
You can also download a tagged version of the materials from here.
Once downloaded, extract the repository into the cis_home
directory.
Running Tests¶
From the hackathon2018
directory, run the tests to ensure that everything
is working:
$ cd hackathon2018
$ ./run_tests.sh
The tests script will display output from some of the models we will be using. If you have any errors, please let us know so we can track down any issues you might be having. Warnings are OK.


Accidents
You may be able to claim Industrial Injuries Disablement Benefit, if;
- you were employed when the accident or event happened
- you were on an approved employment training scheme or course when the accident or event happened
- the work accident or event that caused your illness or disability happened in England, Scotland or Wales
Diseases
You can claim IIDB if you were employed in a job or were on an approved employment training scheme or course that caused your disease. The benefit covers more than seventy diseases, including;
- asthma
- chronic bronchitis or emphysema
- deafness
- pneumoconiosis (including silicosis and asbestosis)
- osteoarthritis of the knee in coal miners
- prescribed disease A11 (previously known as vibration white finger)
- iffuse mesothelioma and a number of other asbestos-related diseases such as primary carcinoma of the lung
The scheme also covers asbestos related diseases including:
- pneumoconiosis (asbestosis)
- diffuse mesothelioma
- primary carcinoma of the lung with asbestosis
- primary carcinoma of the lung without asbestosis but where there has been extensive occupational exposure to asbestos in specified occuptions
- unilateral or bilateral diffuse pleural thickening
"You can't claim Industrial Injuries Disablement Benefit if you were self-employed"


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In browsers that have native position:sticky support, this is not normally possible, so the polyfill overrides the browser.


AngularJS - Multiple Timers Example
Timer 1:
Timer 2:
Timer 3:
{{minutes}} minutes, {{seconds}} seconds.
Start Timers
Stop Timers


Extensions
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public extension HintMetrics
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public extension PathDataType
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public extension RegionOverlap


Man shot by Police in Tauranga after hostage incident
by New Zealand PoliceMan shot by Police in Tauranga after lengthy hostage incident
Attribute to Superintendent Andy McGregor, Bay of Plenty District Commander:
A man has died after being shot by police at a property in Bellevue, Tauranga today.
Police had initially been called to the property in Oriana Crescent at around 12.25am today, after a man threatened his partner with a knife.
The woman managed to escape the house, making her way to a neighbour’s house to call Police. Three children remained in the house, along with the man.
On arrival, Police were informed about concerns for the children in the house.
Due to those concerns, Police entered the property, where they found the man holding a large machete to the throat of one of the children.
The man retreated into a wardrobe with that child and a second child.
Police withdrew immediately, and were able to facilitate the safe escape of a third child at the same time.
The Police Negotiation Team and Armed Offenders Squad have been in attendance at the property since early this morning, working to bring the situation to a safe and peaceful conclusion, however the man only intermittently engaged with attempts to communicate with him.
Police’s concerns for the two children remaining in the house grew as the day went on.
Medical advice received was that there were grave concerns for the children’s health due not only to their age, but a lack of food and a potential for dehydration given the high temperature in the area of the house where the man had barricaded himself with the children.
Police entered the property shortly after 3pm, where they were confronted by the man.
He was shot by police and pronounced dead at the scene.
The two children who had been kept hostage are safe and uninjured.
Police are working to support the family.
This was an experience nobody should have to go through and all involved will need ongoing care and support as they come to terms with today’s events.
Our staff have also been left shaken by this incident.
The IPCA have been notified of this incident and our Critical Incident Investigation is also under way.
The man’s death will be referred to the Coroner.
As part of an ongoing scene examination, cordons will remain in place on Oriana Crescent, however residents of the street are free to come and go. We would like to thank residents for their cooperation and assistance today.


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Feminist, Roboticist, Anti-Capitalist, Eccentric, Pacifist, Optimist
Hi! I'm Robyn; I'm somewhere between a hacker and maker. I'm a cofounder of HAEQS, a Berlin based Queer*-Feminist Hack-Collective, and I'm a student of Humanoid Robotics at The Beuth University of Applied Sciences Berlin. I'm also a member of the Edinburgh Hacklab, and was a regular face at the Metalab in Vienna before moving the Berlin in 2015.
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Whether in Robotics, Wearables or Art projects, I center my projects on the fluid connection between the familiar and the new, or unfamiliar.


Before Change
// Check message response
assert response.success == True
assert response.content == {"msg": "User created successfully!"}
// Check database
assert len(users) == 1
user = users.query(email="owner@gmail.com")[0]
After Change
"current_user": owner_id,
}
try:
build_syft_msg(domain, CreateUserMessage, second_user_content, generic_key)
pytest.fail("We shouldn"t execute this line!")
except Exception as e:
assert str(e) == "Role ID not found!"
// Check database
assert len(users) == 1
def test_create_second_user_with_owner_role_name(database, domain, cleanup):


%matplotlib inline
from matplotlib import pyplot as plt
from os import path
import numpy as np
import cv2
import pandas as pd
# display a list of images with titles
def show_images(images,titles=None, scale=1.3):
"""Display a list of images"""
n_ims = len(images)
if titles is None: titles = ['(%d)' % i for i in range(1,n_ims + 1)]
fig = plt.figure()
n = 1
for image,title in zip(images,titles):
a = fig.add_subplot(1,n_ims,n) # Make subplot
if image.ndim == 2: # Is image grayscale?
plt.imshow(image)
else:
plt.imshow(cv2.cvtColor(image, cv2.COLOR_RGB2BGR))
a.set_title(title)
plt.axis("off")
n += 1
fig.set_size_inches(np.array(fig.get_size_inches(), dtype=np.float) * n_ims / scale)
plt.show()
# finding the eye
def find_eye(image, thresh = 4, size=256):
gray = cv2.cvtColor(image, cv2.COLOR_BGR2GRAY)
# Canny edge finder
edges = np.array([])
edges = cv2.Canny(gray, thresh, thresh * 3, edges)
# Find contours
# second output is hierarchy - we are not interested in it.
contours, _ = cv2.findContours(edges, cv2.RETR_EXTERNAL, cv2.CHAIN_APPROX_SIMPLE)
# Now let's get only what we need out of it
hull_contours = cv2.convexHull(np.vstack(np.array(contours)))
hull = np.vstack(hull_contours)
def createMask((rows, cols), hull):
# black image
mask = np.zeros((rows, cols), dtype=np.uint8)
# blit our contours onto it in white color
cv2.drawContours(mask, [hull], 0, 255, -1)
return mask
mask = createMask(image.shape[0:2], hull)
# returning the hull to illustrate a few issues below
return mask, hull
The images supplied vary drastically in their palettes. To enable feature extraction we need to first normalize them to the same color scheme. We pick a reference image and apply color transfer to the rest:
img_path = "/kaggle/retina/train/sample"
# this is the image into the colors of which we want to map
ref_image = cv2.imread(path.join(img_path, "6535_left.jpeg"))
# images picked to illustrate different problems arising during algorithm application
image_names = ["16_left.jpeg", "10130_right.jpeg", "21118_left.jpeg"]
image_paths = map(lambda t: path.join(img_path, t), image_names)
images = map(lambda p: cv2.imread(p), image_paths)
# let's see what we've got
image_titles = map(lambda i: path.splitext(i)[0], image_names)
show_images(images, image_titles, scale = 0.8)
show_images([ref_image], ["reference image"], scale = 0.8)
#Pyramid Down & blurr
# Easy-peesy
def pyr_blurr(image):
return cv2.GaussianBlur(cv2.pyrDown(image), (7, 7), 30.)
ref_image = pyr_blurr(ref_image)
images = map(lambda i: pyr_blurr(i), images)
# here is the histogram of the reference image green channel:
hist_green = cv2.calcHist([ref_image], [1], None, [256], np.array([0, 255]))
fig = plt.figure()
plt.bar(np.arange(256), hist_green, width=2, color='g', edgecolor='none')
fig.set_size_inches(np.array(fig.get_size_inches(), dtype=np.float) * 2)
plt.show()
The above histogram has two peaks with lots of 0 values - not surprising, since we are computing it over the entire image. We need to mask off the background
# we should really take it over the masked region, to remove the irrelevent background
mask, hull = find_eye(ref_image)
hist_green = cv2.calcHist([ref_image], [1], mask, [256], np.array([0, 255]))
fig = plt.figure()
plt.bar(np.arange(256), hist_green, width=2, color='g', edgecolor='none')
fig.set_size_inches(np.array(fig.get_size_inches(), dtype=np.float) * 2)
plt.show()
Let's find the CDF. This code is heavily influenced by the LINQ way of doing everything at once without writing loops. I am starting to do better in Python, though, I promise.
old_images = images
images = [ref_image]
# always return colors between 0 and 255
def saturate (v):
return map(lambda a: min(max(round(a), 0), 255), v)
# given a list of images, create masks for them
def get_masks(images):
return map(lambda i: find_eye(i)[0], images)
# list of masks
maskHull = get_masks(images)
# list of lists of channels
channels = map(lambda i: cv2.split(i), images)
# match mask to channel
imMask = zip(channels, maskHull)
# area of the image (the |I| constant in the CDF formaula above)
nonZeros = map(lambda m: cv2.countNonZero(m), maskHull)
# grab three histograms - one for each channel
histPerChannel = map(lambda (c, mask): \
[cv2.calcHist([cimage], [0], mask, [256], np.array([0, 255])) for cimage in c], imMask)
# compute the cdf's.
# they are normalized & saturated: values over 255 are cut off.
cdfPerChannel = map(lambda (hChan, nz): \
[saturate(np.cumsum(h) * 255.0 / nz) for h in hChan], zip(histPerChannel, nonZeros))
# let's see a cdf over the green channel (plot the first image CDF)
fig = plt.figure()
plt.bar(np.arange(256), cdfPerChannel[0][1], width=2, color='g', edgecolor='none')
fig.set_size_inches(np.array(fig.get_size_inches(), dtype=np.float) * 2)
plt.show()
# code above neatly in one function
def calc_hist(images, masks):
channels = map(lambda i: cv2.split(i), images)
imMask = zip(channels, masks)
nonZeros = map(lambda m: cv2.countNonZero(m), masks)
# grab three histograms - one for each channel
histPerChannel = map(lambda (c, mask): \
[cv2.calcHist([cimage], [0], mask, [256], np.array([0, 255])) for cimage in c], imMask)
# compute the cdf's.
# they are normalized & saturated: values over 255 are cut off.
cdfPerChannel = map(lambda (hChan, nz): \
[saturate(np.cumsum(h) * 255.0 / nz) for h in hChan], \
zip(histPerChannel, nonZeros))
return np.array(cdfPerChannel)
# compute color map based on minimal distances beteen cdf values of ref and input images
def getMin (ref, img):
l = [np.argmin(np.abs(ref - i)) for i in img]
return np.array(l)
# compute and apply color map on all channels of the image
def map_image(image, refHist, imageHist):
# each of the arguments contains histograms over 3 channels
mp = np.array([getMin(r, i) for (r, i) in zip(refHist, imageHist)])
channels = np.array(cv2.split(image))
mappedChannels = np.array([mp[i,channels[i]] for i in range(0, 3)])
return cv2.merge(mappedChannels).astype(np.uint8)
# compute the histograms on all three channels for all images
def histogram_specification(ref, images, masks):
cdfs = calc_hist(images, masks)
mapped = [map_image(images[i], ref[0], cdfs[i, :, :]) for i in range(len(images))]
return mapped
# the fruit of our labor
images = old_images
refMask = get_masks([ref_image])
refHist = calc_hist([ref_image], refMask)
masks = get_masks(images)
histSpec = histogram_specification(refHist, images, masks)
print "Reference Image"
show_images([ref_image], ["Ref"], scale = 0.9)
print "Original Images"
show_images(images, titles = image_titles, scale = 0.9)
print "Mapped Images"
show_images(histSpec, titles = image_titles, scale = 0.9)
At this point it seems like a good idea to filter out the background noise which appears to be present in image 21118_left: to at least make sure the background is entirely black, so that future steps of the algorithm could mask it out easily.
Not a problem:
def mask_background(image, mask):
# copy to preserve the original
im = image.copy()
im[mask == 0, :] = 0
return im
maskedBg = [mask_background(h, m) for (h, m) in zip(histSpec, masks)]
print "Masked Background"
show_images(maskedBg, titles=image_titles, scale=0.9)
Now what?! This does not look desirable at all! Since we were histogramming using a mask, and our mask appears to have consumed so much of the actual image, we need to do something about it. Let's take a look at the mask. This is a problem we handled in the previous post.
mask, _ = find_eye(images[2], 1)
show_images([mask], scale = 0.9)
let's apply all possible masks and see how they influence the resulting image:
mask, _ = find_eye(images[2], 4)
masks[2] = mask
histSpec = histogram_specification(refHist, [images[2]], [masks[2]])
print "Defective mask: We apply the mask we got by thresholding the Canny filter at 4 prior to color transfer"
show_images(histSpec, titles = image_titles[2:], scale = 0.9)
mask, _ = find_eye(images[2], 1)
masks[2] = mask
histSpec = histogram_specification(refHist, [images[2]], [masks[2]])
print "Corrected Mask: Applying the mask above (Canny threshold = 1) prior to color transfer "
show_images(histSpec, titles = image_titles[2:], scale = 0.9)
maskedBg = [mask_background(h, m) for (h, m) in zip(histSpec, [masks[2]])]
print "Masked Background: Actually mask the background by applying appropriate masks"
show_images(maskedBg, titles=image_titles[2:], scale=0.9)


Journal Information
Journal ID (nlm-ta): Breast Cancer Res
Title: Breast Cancer Research : BCR
ISSN (print): 1465-5411
ISSN (electronic): 1465-542X
Publisher: BioMed Central
Breast Cancer Research was launched in 1999 with the aim of providing a home for translational research in breast cancer [1]. The field of translational research has advanced considerably over the past ten years, and the journal has evolved over this time to meet the changing needs of the breast cancer research community. As we celebrate Breast Cancer Research's 10th birthday, we take this opportunity to reflect on the journal's growth over the last decade.
Breast Cancer Research is committed to open access publication of research articles, and remains the only journal in the breast cancer field dedicated to open access. Open access means research is universally and freely available via the Internet. Authors retain their own copyright, allowing them to grant any third party the right to use, reproduce and disseminate the article. Open access has broad benefits both for scientists and the general public. Anyone with an Internet connection is able to read the research for free without having to rely on access to a library with a subscription. For example, the 2006 paper by Scutt et al. [2] received wide coverage [3] and was instantly available for any interested patients or clinicians – something that is much more difficult for articles published in subscription based journals.
Over the last ten years, there have been massive leaps forward in open access publishing. Many more journals now offer open access options, and there is more support for this publishing model within the scientific community. In particular, many funders now advocate open access by making it a condition of funding that a version of the accepted article is made available in a public repository such as PubMed Central. A recent exciting development has been the announcement of the National Institutes of Health (NIH) Public Access Policy [4], which comes into place in April this year.
Open access allows our research to be accessible to a vast potential audience, with over 80,000 articles downloaded from our website every month. Indeed, our most highly accessed article from Arpino and colleagues [5] has been downloaded over 35,000 times since publication. Our highly visible research is complemented by educational reviews and timely opinion pieces. The type of articles published has changed over the years, expanding in 2003 to encompass endocrinology [6], and adding new sections such as clinical trial updates [7].
Breast Cancer Research has always aimed to make the most of the advantages available online over the traditional print format, and in 2005 the print version of the journal was discontinued. This reflects a general publishing trend away from print in the way readers now find articles of interest. The journal's online functionality means you can search PubMed or Google Scholar for related articles, post and read comments, email articles to colleagues and even post articles directly to social networking sites such as Facebook. In the pipeline are online tools for our referees, and a revamped design for the homepage, which will give the website a cleaner, easy-to-navigate new look.
In addition to developing online functionality, the journal has always strived to provide access to the latest research as quickly as possible. Our average time from submission to giving authors a first decision is less than 6 weeks, and for the past year we have published all research articles as soon as they are accepted. Articles now have their final citation and are listed in PubMed on the day they are accepted – a service unique to Breast Cancer Research amongst our competitor breast cancer journals. All our research articles are immediately archived in repositories such as PubMed Central to ensure that our articles will be permanently available.
Of course, one measure of a journal's success that is highly valued amongst our authors and readers is that of the Impact Factor. Breast Cancer Research currently has an impact factor of 4.16, ranking us the second most cited breast cancer journal, according to the 2006 Journal Citation Report [8]. Breast Cancer Research also compares very favourably using the new SCImago Journal Rank [9]. SCImago takes into account the citation record of the journal you are being cited by and ranks Breast Cancer Research 26th out of all 139 oncology journals, an impressive placing for a niche journal.
Breast Cancer Research has had a very impressive first ten years. As we celebrate the journal's continued growth, we would like to thank our Editorial Board for their ongoing support, as well as our authors and reviewers who all contribute to the journal's success. We hope to continue to evolve, and look forward to the journal's progress over the next decade!
NIH Public Access Policy http://grants.nih.gov/grants/guide/notice-files/NOT-OD-08-033.html
Breast Cancer Research Clinical trial updates http://breast-cancer-research.com/articles/clinicaltrialupdates.asp
Journal Citation Reports http://portal.isiknowledge.com/portal.cgi?DestApp=JCR&Func=Frame
SCImago Journal & Country Rank http://www.scimagojr.com/


Berkeley DB uses key/data pairs to identify elements in the database. That is, in the general case, whenever you call a Berkeley DB interface, you present a key to identify the key/data pair on which you intend to operate.
For example, you might store the key/data pairs:
Key: Data: fruit apple sport cricket drink water
In each case, the first element of the pair is the key, and the second is the data.
To store the first of these key data pairs into the database, you would call the Berkeley DB interface to store items, with fruit as the key, and apple as the data. At some future time, you could then retrieve the data item associated with fruit, and the Berkeley DB retrieval interface would return apple to you.
While there are many variations and some subtleties, all accesses to data in Berkeley DB come down to key/data pairs.
Both key and data items are stored in simple structures (called DBTs) that contain a reference to memory and a length, counted in bytes. The key and data items can be arbitrary binary data of practically any length.


Preparation time
30 mins to 1 hour
Cooking time
10 to 30 mins
Serves
Serves 4
Preheat the oven to 190C/375F/Gas 5.
For the almond purée, in a medium-sized pan melt the butter and sweat the chopped shallots until soft and transparent. Season with salt, to taste.
Add the milk and almonds and bring to the boil. Cook for 30 minutes.
Place the almonds and shallots into a blender with a few tablespoons of the milk they have been cooked in. Blend to make a fine purée. Adjust the consistency by adding more cooking liquid if required and a dash of cream and almond oil to taste.
Return the purée to a smaller pan, season with salt and freshly ground black pepper and keep hot.
For the trout, melt the butter with the olive oil in a non-stick, ovenproof pan. Heat until the butter is foaming. Season the trout with salt and freshly ground black pepper before placing them into the pan. Cook for approximately three minutes on the first side before carefully turning the trout over and transferring the pan to the oven for ten minutes.
Remove the pan from the oven. Squeeze the lemon juice over the trout and leave to rest for a few minutes.
To serve, spoon some of the hot almond purée onto each serving plate before placing the fish onto the plate. Add the parsley to the warm cooking oil in the pan, stir, then spoon over and around the fish.


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My name is Michał Lach and I am 23 years old. I am a front-end developer from Gdynia, Poland.
As a graduate of Internet Technology with 3 years commercial experience working in various web related roles in a front end development.
I create websites that allow the user to experience your website in the best and most appropriate way suited to the device they are using. By working using progressive enhancement, a website is delivered with a responsive layout that can best make use of the space available on the smallest to largest devices. Cross browser compatibility is ensured by using feature detection so older browsers still in use today provide a solid experience, whilst modern browsers can go the next step and enhance the users time spent on your site.
Writing semantic markup that is documented and easy to read means it can be maintained and scaled in the future, and allows co-workers to quickly pick it up.
For many projects I rely on tools and open-source libraries such as jQuery, AngularJS, LESS, Git, Grunt, Bower, and Modernizr. I also create my own tools, boilerplates and share them on Github.