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The following story is very long and quite personal. Anyway if you're curious about how it was that Bruce Springsteen in swimming trunks sang Backstreets for my daughter, by the side of a very exclusive swimming pool, then read ahead.
The Italian magazine TEMPI publishes a very positive review by Lorenzo Albacete (a NY Times columnist) of the book "The Life That You Save May Be Your Own - An American Pilgrimage," by Paul Elie. It is the comparative biography of four Catholic American writers: Flannery O'Connor, Walker Percy, Dorothy Day, and Thomas Merton. It gets my attention mainly because I love Flannery O'Connor, and I don't know that Walker Percy - one of Springsteen's favorite writers - was Catholic. I go buy this book on-line: it is June 23, and when it comes to delivery options I realize it could be an interesting book for Bruce, so I select 3-5 days delivery and decide that if the book arrives before Milan show I will try to give it to Springsteen.
Friday June 27 I have to interview Nils Lofgren. A face-to-face interview has been declined, and it will be a phoner. Nils - I'm told - is at 2-hours drive from Milan. I guess he's in Cernobbio on the Como's Lake, at Villa d'Este Hotel, where I know Bruce is staying. Nils probably wants to protect Springsteens' privacy. The phone number I receive confirms Villa d'Este hypothesis.
In the afternoon a parcel arrives: it's Elie's book. I start reading it immediately: the prologue, the first chapter. It is about the American pilgrimage of those four writers, a pilgrimage being defined as "a journey undertaken in light of a story." How many points of contact with Springsteen's music: his own journey is a pilgrimage, and his art belongs to the root of that big American tradition that includes F. O'Connor and the others. I have to give him this book. I write a dedication letter inside the book, where I thank Bruce and make connections between his music and the book's themes.
I know the delivery will be very hard: Villa d'Este is well known for its high security level and privacy respect. It is almost impossible to get in. I take with me wife and kids: at least if my plan fails we will have an ice-cream while walking lake side. We arrive at Villa d'Este: outside a dozen fans are waiting, a security guy watches the entrance.
I'm pushing the stroller with my son Simone, 1 year old, while my wife Rosa walks hand in hand with Chiara, 4 years old. We get in as if we were guests, no problem at the first security barrier, but at the second one the security guy approaches us. I explain that I have a book to deliver and in the meantime Simone, usually an unfriendly crying baby, smiles and wave his hand. The security guy smiles too: we're incredibly inside!
Villa d'Este is not a traditional hotel: it is a large complex of mansions in a big garden, golf club, a main building near an unique pool floating on the lake, and a private boat park. We walk about half a mile to arrive at the reception. At the reception desk I ask for a post-it that I put on the book's cover, I write "for Bruce Springsteen" and hand the book to the receptionist. He looks at me in suspicion and asks if we are guests. "No, I'm here just for the book" - "Does *he* know about it?" - "Sure, that's why I'm here"
We go out and I'm going toward the exit. I don't consider looking for Springsteen: the complex is large, and I'm already satisfied by the book delivery. Besides I can easily imagine my wife complaining "we won't spend the whole afternoon looking for Springsteen, right?" Unexpectedly Rosa says: "it's such a wonderful place, why don't we take a walk here?"
While we wander around we arrive at the lake floating pool. Inside the main large pool there is a built-in Jacuzzi, and Bruce is there, laughing out loud, talking to what looks like a microphone, or probably a mobile phone handed to him by two guys there in the pool. We sit down and look around. On our left there are Nils and Roy with their wives. Patti Scialfa is just a little more distant. Chiara tries hard to recognize Bruce, but the real problem is Simone: after ten minutes he starts crying out loud, everybody looks at us, and I am very embarrassed.
I'm even more embarrassed by the idea of being recognized by Nils, since I've met him in London few weeks before. He might think I've used the phone number to get the address.
My wife walks Simone around (he's learning to walk) in order to calm him. I wait for the right moment to approach Bruce: it will be hard since it's relax time and I don't want to harass him.
My mobile rings a couple of times: it's friends of mine calling and I tell them where I am and what I'm doing. I switch off the phone to avoid further calls and I suddenly realize that Bruce is gone. My wife reaches me and asks me why I haven't joined her: Patti and a friend of hers were playing with my kids. Rosa doesn't speak English and I could have easily got into a conversation with them. The right moment has been wasted, and Bruce is gone.
Things get worse: Simone keeps on crying. In the meantime Patti is eating with friends at a table not far from our place. I ask what time is it: ten to six. I wait a little longer, then I decide to try: since Patti played with my kids I ask Chiara to give her a CD I had with me. The CD is "I'm A Big Girl Now," the bootleg compilation of outtakes, TV appearances, and rare b-sides, produced by Cathy V., an American friend of mine. My daughter doesn't want to go alone, and ask me to join her. We go. We approach Patti and I tell her that my daughter has a gift for her. Patti hugs Chiara, then the usual questions: "what's your name?" "How old are you?" Then she takes the CD. She stares at it, looks at me, then at the back cover for the song list, and a beautiful smile appears on her face. "This is incredible: I've recorded these songs when I was 20." This is not completely true, anyway I avoid to contradict her... "I don't have them anymore, how did you get them?" - "The magic of Internet!" - I reply - "It's a fan-project, a not-for-profit compilation done by a fan of yours" - "Wonderful!"
It's done! Patti is on cloud nine, and we didn't turn out to be harassers. "I'm going to call my husband!," but the guy that was eating with her replies that Bruce is quite busy right now. "Tell Bruce to come here immediately! It's very important!," and while the guy goes away to call Bruce I think to myself that it's the same story everywhere: wives rule. While waiting for Bruce I ask Patti when her new album will be released. "It's done, it's finished. It will be released next year when Bruce's tour is over." I kindly ask if we can trust Springsteens when it comes to release dates. She laughs and reply that "yes! you can believe me on this! At least this time."
Bruce arrives in swimming trunks, with his typical walking, and he appears to me as disappointed. He sits down and Patti starts talking about the CD, commenting songs one by one: "this one is the one that does sha-la-la, this other one is the one that does li-li-li. This one has been written in that session, you remember it? This one has been recorded in that studio, etc." Bruce is not excited, asks for a hamburger that he will eat while he obliges to listen to Patti. I introduce myself in the conversation telling her there is also a second volume, "Some Things Baby", and if she is interested I could send her a copy. "Absolutely, please" and talking to a red headed girl she says: "give him the address." I have paper but I haven't a pen, so the girl goes away looking for a pen (that night at home I will realize I had four - F O U R - sharpie pens with me...)
Two kids approach Bruce for autographs, and he takes the pen that just arrived. Bruce has some problem with the spelling of the name Letizia and I help him. The red headed girl turns out to be Kelly K., Patti's assistant, and she writes the address on my notebook. I was expecting a Shore Fire Media address, or maybe a Jon Landau Management address... or even a Sony New York address... this is not the case, the address is that one: Rumson, NJ. Kelly writes down her email address too and says to me: "send the CD to Patti. Anything you need, just ask me." WOW! Then she asks me if I want something signed. "Yes, I would be pleased! Let me get it."
I reach into my bag. I have the DVD special edition of The Rising, the limited edition CD single "Live and Rare," Nils' complete discography, the last album by Soozie Tyrell, the last one by Clarence Clemons, and... my copy of the book SONGS. I pick up SONGS already enjoying what is going to happen. I hand the book to Patti and she hands it to Bruce. I stop her saying that I only want Patti's signature. Bruce is puzzled, looks at me with a priceless face, and hands the book back to Patti. She is also surprised, but the trick is soon revealed: the book already has a wonderful dedication by Bruce on the first page, while on the second there are all E-Street band members' signatures but Patti's. We all laugh, and Patti signs near the other E-Streeters, even if the white space is limited, and doesn't exploit Bruce's page with its large white space available.
Time to go. Chiara has been grabbing my leg all along. Rosa has been with Simone, but she was able to set up a kind of gesture conversation with Patti. Patti explained to Rosa she has three kids, and Rosa points to Kelly as if she was one of the kids. Kelly and Patti laugh out loud while Patti in Italian says "no, little, little kids." All in all Bruce up to now hasn't been that much talkative: maybe he's not really disappointed, but surely he is not forthcoming. I try to take time telling them that tomorrow we will be at the show, and Chiara will be with us: her first live show. I propose to tell a story about Chiara.
Every Thursday night my wife goes out with her friends and I stay home with the kids. When the "Live In NYC" DVD was released, I experienced its powerful effect on Chiara (at the time 2 and a half years old). One of those Thursday, we had already seen the DVD a couple of times, I was going to put on the latest Neil Young DVD, introducing Neil as Bruce's friend. While I was handling the disc, all of a sudden Chiara asks: "does he play 'hiding on the backstreets'?" As you can imagine Neil Young was immediately archived and the third showing of Springsteen's "Live in NYC" ruled that night. As a father I was very proud of Chiara's musical taste (she doesn't speak English, and - I swore - she's exposed to many different artists, not only Bruce)
While I'm telling this story, Bruce starts singing without waiting for the end. There he was, in his seat, in swimming trunks, with his hand toward Chiara. Chiara's arms hold tight to my right leg: "Hiding on the Backstreets... Hiding on the Backstreets..." Up to now I've been relatively calm and relaxed. I haven't been overcome by my emotions, as the previous times I've met Bruce. There has been time enough to familiarize with the Springsteens being there at the swimming pool, Patti playing with my kids, talking with Patti, the CD, Bruce's arrival, the autographs. The intensity has been increasing gradually. But Bruce singing Backstreets, here, now, to Chiara... I can't help but thinking "it's a dream... it's so surreal it cannot be true... it's not possible" trying in vain to focus on Bruce's voice. It looked like eternity... finally I get to listen to Bruce, just in time for the final, sweet and intense, "we swore forever friends," sang with an incredible voice, as a whisper, with that hand toward Chiara (yes *that* hand, the one you see in the "Live in NYC"), with such a tenderness for Chiara that I was speechless, and still I have goose bumps.
Once again: time to go. Oh well... it's so many years I long for a photo with Bruce... but in swimming trunks he isn't going to agree.I try with a shy "I guess it's not the right time to have a photo together" Bruce is nodding his head as to confirm it is not the right time, but Patti rules: "you must have a picture with his daughter at least." Bruce calls Chiara: "C'mon baby, c'mon," but Chiara is stone-like grabbing my leg. Patti insists: "you scare her. You should have a picture with her father, and she will relax." Bruce stands up, reaches us, crouches to be as high as Chiara, who sits on my leg, between Bruce and me.
I hand the camera to Rosa, and she sits Simone on a chair. With my best smile I tell Rosa: "if you fail this photo I'm going to ask for divorce." I see her scrambling around with the camera. It takes so long I have to say to Bruce something like: "she knows that if she fails this photo I might get upset." First click. "A second one please" I suggest, quite worried about the first one. Patti steps in asking me if I want her to take the picture, so that Rosa could join us. Without thinking about it I reply that I would prefer her to take care of Simone: I'm worried he could fall off the chair. Second click. The pictures will not turn out that good, anyway they are a nice souvenir and at least it is clear it's me, Chiara, and Bruce.
My wife will ask me later if I told Patti to take care of Simone. "Yes. Why do you ask this?" - "Just because she has been very kind: she has wrapped him with her arms while he was seated, then since he was still uncomfortable she took him in her arms and played with him." I missed this part completely. I've asked Patti Scialfa to baby-sit Simone: unreal.
Ok, now is really time to go. We shake hands, hugs and kisses for the kids, promises ("I will send you the CD"), and when it's my turn with Bruce I tell him about the book at the reception for him. He thanks me, but he's clearly not that much interested. I add it's about Flannery O'Connor and Walker Percy, and then he turns to me quite surprised: "Really?" - "Sure! It's in English, it's a new book." This time he really thanks me.
While going out I ask what time is it: 7PM. As strange as it can be, to the first friends asking about this story I reply we've been with Bruce and Patti about 20 minutes: I need my wife to make me realize it's been 40-50 minutes. We swore: forever friends.
Friday night I've organized a dinner with friends from all over the world: I'm very late, I know someone will be already at the restaurant waiting. Just to add to my being late Chiara wants to join me and Leo: we're going out without her since she is supposed to go to bed early, in order to stand the show the next day. The reason she wants to join us: she thinks we're going out for dinner with the Springsteens. I smile... as if we were friends with Bruce and Patti... The dinner turned out to be crowded, some people showed up at the last minute. It's very hot, but it seems almost everybody is having a good time. We sing until 1AM, and there is even time for an acoustic Rosalita. Someone comments: "let's hope for a better version tomorrow!"
The next day I try to finalize Soozie Tyrell's interview with no luck. It must be written somewhere that I won't do it: I had to ask for rescheduling the interview from Dublin to Milan, this time I don't get a timely confirmation, because PC and mobile phone fail at the wrong moment. Leo and I spend the whole day looking for cables we need to set up our exciting experiment: record the show from the IEM transmissions. It will turn out to be a complete failure: late that night, back from the show, very tired, Leo and I will spend our last energies listening to the tapes looking for something good: it's all crap. The only consolation is to think about a friend I've never met sending me more than $3000 in receivers: "the trust is deep" he wrote. We swore: forever friends.
It's Saturday afternoon: with Rosa, Chiara and a few friends we head down to the show, at the San Siro Stadium. A journalist and a photographer approach us for pictures and a mini-interview. They are from Repubblica, one of the main Italian newspapers. At the end of the interview I add: "we spent one hour yesterday with the Springsteens in a very exclusive swimming pool, but don't write about it since nobody would believe us." The next day our picture is in the newspaper: talk about the chances of meeting the Springsteens and then the next day to have your picture and interview in a newspaper (no mention of the swimming pool)... good karma is flowing around us. And hundreds of phone calls on the arrival for my mobile...
As for the show, it has been the best ever for me (many pictures here). I cannot judge in a objective way, but in a subjective way for me it has been the best ever. It has probably been the show I've watched less, since all my attention was for Chiara: she danced, sang, clapped until the end. We had reserved seats, where it wasn't raining as hard as on the floor. Anyway my daughter was always pushing me to the front of the balcony, where it was raining harder, and she wasn't concerned at all about her mother being seated behind (and quite silent). Chiara was asking for our friends: "where is Maria Claudia?" - "She is on the floor, in the front stage" - "Dad, why don't we join her? Why are we so far from the stage?" On Empty Sky Chiara asks me: "why is this song so sad? Why is Bruce so sad?" - "Because it talks about a husband suffering the loss of his wife" - "Oh, I understand. This is why he's sad and wants to sing it with Patti." About Waiting On A Sunny Day: "I think this is my favorite one along with 'hiding on the backstreets'."
There are plenty of friends around us: Tiziana, Davide, Walter, Sue, Linda, Leo, Frank, many parents of our friends included. Paolo and his family. I also introduce Chiara to a bald guy, with a Live 75-85 parody t-shirt with Duffy Duck instead of Bruce. He's well known among Italian Springsteen fan and I tell Chiara: "he is a mean guy: every time I invite him for dinner he refuses. He doesn't want to be a friend of ours." Chiara immediately replies: "stop inviting him." Then later she says: "maybe he's just too shy to accept your invitation."
During My City Of Ruins for the first time Chiara asks when we'll get back home. Two minutes later Dancing In The Dark sees her dancing very excited. Rosa finally joins us, and we all dance together. It's Rosalita time. All of a sudden Chiara stops and says to me: "I'm going to call Leo to join us dancing." I know the show is going to end, and I watch her naively stepping up. She's going to call her friend Leo. We swore: forever friends.
We are going out very slowly. There is time enough to say hi to everybody. Unexpectedly Linda hugs me, as Mary-Ellen the night before: I've exchanged a couple of emails with them before, and I've met them yesterday night for the first time. It is the moment I realize that Springsteen music has really built a community of trust and love.
A sandwich on the way out (half for me, half for Chiara) and we walk to our car. My daughter still has questions: "Dad, why didn't Bruce played 'hiding on the backstreets'?" I ponder the answer.... then reply: "Because he already played that one yesterday for you" - "Oh, I got it!"  I take her in my arms. She says: "you're a really good dad, I don't want to lose you, for a very long time."
The next day I drive Leo to the airport: he's leaving. That evening we get back to Villa d'Este: Kelly wrote me Bruce hasn't received the book, "could you forward it home, please?" The Springsteens are gone, but this time we cannot get in: Rosa, Simone and two friends of ours have to wait outside. I am the only one to get in, but I take Chiara with me. We arrive at the swimming pool and Chiara asks: "Are Bruce and Patti back home in America?" - "Yes, they are" - "They flew back with Leo, all together, right?" I smile... we swore: forever friends.


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Samsung Galaxy S10 family receives Note10's auto hotspot, improved device search, and more
by Manuel VonauThe Galaxy S10 series received a slew of Note10 features when it was updated back in September, but Samsung doesn't stop there. This month brings another round of notable improvements to the flagship series, including intelligent suggestions for device and gallery searches, an automatic Wi-Fi hotspot, and an update to the media editing suite on DeX.
In the photo gallery, Samsung has added intelligent keyword suggestions when you're searching for images. If you type 'cat,' for example, the app recommends 'Manx cats' or 'Persian cats.' I'd be surprised if this query in particular works reliably, though. The local device search has seen similar improvements and now also taps into content available on streaming apps.
In the notification shade, the addition of a Smart Things shortcut lets you easily view and control compatible devices connected to your phone and your smart home. It's not clear if you can turn this off in case you don't own any Smart Things devices.
Auto Hotspot is another new feature coming from the Note10. Once set up, your S10 will automatically establish a hotspot with other Samsung devices if they share the same Samsung account or family hub. A new Wi-Fi tips helper should also make it easier to troubleshoot connections.
DeX for the S10 has seen the addition of improved media editing tools. Among the usual features, its rudimentary photo and video editors let you add stickers to your content.
You can check if the update is available to you on your S10, S10+, or S10e in Settings, but you'll also receive a notification once it's automatically downloaded and ready to install. Since the launch date is dependant on your country and carrier, it might take quite some time until it reaches you.
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Football: Spanish Super Cup to be held in Saudi Arabia, says federation source
MADRID: The Spanish Super Cup tournament will be played in Saudi Arabia in January 2020, a source from the national soccer association (RFEF) told Reuters on Monday (Nov 11), confirming long-mooted plans that have already attracted criticism in and outside Spain.
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid and Valencia will contest the revamped tournament between Jan 8 and Jan 12, with both semi-finals and the final taking place at the 62,000-capacity King Abdullah Sports City stadium in Jeddah.
When reports of the move broke in September, former Spain women's international Veronica Boquete heavily criticised the decision, saying it represented "the victory of money and business above sport, above everything else".
A ban on women attending soccer matches in the deeply conservative Muslim kingdom was lifted in 2017 as part of a wider easing of social restrictions championed by Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman.
Under his rule, the kingdom has lifted a ban on women driving, eased rules on gender segregation and women’s dress code, and chipped away at a guardianship system that gives male relatives control over key decisions in women’s lives.
However, some barriers remain and several women activists have been put on trial.
The federation source said the organisation can guarantee women will face no restrictions on entering the stadium during the Spanish Super Cup.
Saudi Arabia continues to face Western criticism over its human rights record, especially since the October 2018 killing of Saudi journalist Jamal Khashoggi inside the kingdom’s Istanbul consulate.
Spain's acting junior minister for sport, Maria Jose Rienda, said the government would not support holding the competition "in countries where women's rights are not respected".


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Custom default loading template
This example displays the usage of the `ld-loadable` component with a loading component that is registered as a default for all `ld-loadable` components in that module.
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This example displays the usage of the `ld-loadable` component with a loading component that is registered as a default for all `ld-loadable` components in that module.
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House Hunting: $14-Million Homes In Three Wealthy Coastal Markets
Puplished on April 7th, 2021
Without a doubt, no housing markets feel more of a pull than those on the coast. From fair weather to fresh breezes to breathtaking views, coastal properties continue to be some of the most sought after,
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Goldman Sachs, Bangalore, India
Application Developer - AD01, June 2012 - July 2015
- Designed and developed multiple low latency, SOA driven web applications.
- Contributed to the open source Java Collections library (GS-Collections) and an in-house MVC framework (GS-GLUI).
- Developed an Android app ‘Impact’. Designed to help candidates through the recruiting process.
- Designed the scaffolding and communication paradigm for an application. The new design eliminated the code redundancy and improved the overall performance of the underlying services by about 30%.
- Introduced and worked on tools and frameworks for JavaScript task runner and end to end testing. Increased the code coverage by 40% and helped in integrating the module with the continuous and integration builds.
- Performed performance engineering involving the JEE platform and RDBMS systems.
- Emerged as a special point of contact for the technologies such as Java, Angular JS, Android in the team.
- Regular speaker at technical training sessions and Tech Net sessions organized every year for fresh hires
Cisco Systems, Bangalore, India
Summer Intern, May 2011 - July 2011
- Worked on the study and analysis of IPv6 addresses and understanding the Cisco IOS parser. It aimed to
build an automated IPv6-Tool for conversion of IPv4 IOS configuration into equivalent IPv6 configuration.
It involved the full GUI and backend implementation of the module.
International Institute of Information Technology, Hyderabad
Research Intern, May 2010 - July 2010
Area : Natural Language Processing
- Worked on the various aspects of Natural Language Processing and its application in the Language Processing of South Asian languages. Working in the largest academic centre of speech and language technology in South Asia, I worked on the research and development of the software called Sanchay. The project involved incorporation of Java APIs for various data formats like SSF, CoNLL, LTAGSpinal format in Sanchay.


Agrotech Lab
Course goals
The goal of this course is to give a first hands-on experience with experimental design data collection, analysis and reporting. We want students to creatively engage with their projects, finding by themselves solutions to the challenges they encounter. The role of the teaching staff will be to consult and advise, not spoon-feed solutions.
The main values we would like to promote: curiosity, independence, creativity, and a can-do attitude.
Guiding questions and Description
This course deals with the design of a simple experiment focusing on data collection and analysis. The guiding questions throughout this course are:
- What is my research question?
- What data is needed?
- How will data be collected?
- How will data be analyzed?
- How will data be reported?
Throughout the course, students will critically engage with each of these questions, and as a case study, will build an experiment to monitor the flow of water in the soil-plant-atmosphere continuum, first a joint experiment for the whole class and then a private project which will be selected from a list of topics. The list of projects covers several disciplines, including biological and microbiological science, as well as soil and water sciences. The culmination of this course will be a final project, in which students will devise an experiment and apply the acquired tools to a subject of their choosing, and submit a report on it. See below some of the past projects developed in our course.
The monitoring and control systems to be build are based on the ESP32, a versatile (and cheap!) microcontroller. The ESP32 is similar to the Arduino, with the advantage that it has inbuilt Wi-Fi and Bluetooth features.
2020-2021 Projects
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Yedidya and Yehuda: GitHub page , Instructables
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Adar and Gabriel: GitHub page
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Shani and Nir: GitHub page
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Liron and Yuval: GitHub page


coordinates for the vertical left clipping pane
coordinates for the vertical right clipping pane
coordinates for the horizontal bottom clipping pane
coodinates for the top horizontal clipping pane
Specify the distances to the near depth clipping plane. Must be positive.
Specify the distances to the far depth clipping planes. Must be positive.
4x4 perspective projection matrix
creates a transformation that produces a parallel projection
coordinate for the left vertical clipping planes.
coordinate for the right vertical clipping planes.
coordinate for the bottom horizontal clippling pane.
coordinate for the top horizontal clipping pane
Specify the distances to the nearer and farther depth clipping planes. These values are negative if the plane is to be behind the viewer.
Specify the distances to the nearer and farther depth clipping planes. These values are negative if the plane is to be behind the viewer.
4x4 orthographic transformation matrix
creates a perspective projection matrix
Specifies the field of view angle, in degrees, in the y direction.
Specifies the aspect ratio that determines the field of view in the x direction. The aspect ratio is the ratio of x (width) to y (height).
Specifies the distance from the viewer to the near clipping plane (always positive).
Specifies the distance from the viewer to the far clipping plane (always positive).
4x4 perspective projection matrix
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through our culinary questionaire. You will be given 30 seconds to complete after you click on your
first answer.
There are 28 cups in 1 Gallon.
There are two 1/3cups in 1 cup.
There are 3 liters in 1 Gallon.
Water boils at 100 degrees.
The difference between sauteing and pan-frying is that
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There are 8 tablespoons in 1/2 cup.


bif(i1, i2, i3)
Return the bitwise "if" of its integer arguments.
The inputs are treated as if represented in two's complement, even if they are not
represented that way internally. For each bit set in i1
, the corresponding bit of the result is taken from i2
, and
for each bit not set in i1
, the corresponding bit of the result is taken from i3
.
number_to_string(bif(0b101010, 0b111000, 0b001100), 2)
// 101100


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SoftImage Tips and Tricks
<EMAIL_ADDRESS>updated 2/26/2002
The following document contains certain advice for getting models and
animations through the
soft2egg converter in one piece. Some of these restraints are
due to differences between Panda
and SoftImage and some are workarounds for SoftImage idiosyncrasies.
The first section is advice
for set-up, modelling, and animation. The second section describes
some frequently seen problems
after conversion attempts. If you have any questions please don't hesitate
to ask.
Section I - Set-up
Hierarchy naming:
The converter needs to ignore
most of the constraint hierarchies and they are not always
flagged invisible so the
code will ignore any nodes (and anything below them) with the
following strings in their
names:
con-
con_
fing-
eyes-
faces-
head-
camRIG
bars
If you don't do this, the
converter will make geometry for the sliders and the camera. I freely
admit there is some kruft
in this keyword list.
Model naming:
Try to make the models have
consistent names through the revision process. SoftImage is
terrible about appending
version numbers onto everything in the scene file (null12_1_1, etc.)
Each time a model name changes
it's highly likely that a makefile or the show code will break.
While it is possible to
"fix" this with wildcards (null12*) it is undesirable as this is no longer
unique and can cause other
problems.
NURBS Textures:
Textures applied to closed
NURBS surfaces in Soft will have problems in Panda. This is because
Soft uses phantom vertices
in their NURBS representation and this seems to affect where they
start and stop applying
the texture. This can be fixed by shifting the NURBS parameterization.
You can do this on the surface
in question through the Soft GUI, or you can do for all surfaces
in the scene upon conversion
with the "-x" option to soft2egg.
Model scale:
It seems the general convention
here in the VR Studio has been for the animators to scale the
character models up by a
factor of four while animating. I believe this is because Soft has limited
precision. Thus models should
be scaled by a factor of one fourth to look right in Panda.
Non-uniform scaling of joints:
A non-uniform scale is one
that is not the same in all three axes (ie x=1, y=1, z=0.5). If an
animation puts a non-uniform
scale on any joint then you must place the key word "scale-" in
the name of the joint that
does that scale.
Face shape trickiness:
Currently SAAPHIRE (the SoftImage
API) is broken when it comes to reading expressions
which determine shape weights.
Because of this you MUST put the expressions in strict order
of the shape numbers they
affect (ie the expression for shape 0 must be before 1, etc.)
Animating Nulls:
When constructing a skeleton
for the player the converter looks at the skeleton nodes in Soft.
If you are animating a null
directly through some relationship you need to make the converter
aware of that by flagging
the null with the prefix "joint-" in its name. Alternatively, you
can
do a "GroupAsSkeleton" on
the null in question to make it actually part of the skeleton. It will
then have a tiny "Skel"
above the node in the Soft's schematic view.
The Minus One Frame:
Our animation system works
by computing offsets from a neutral pose in the -1 frame of the
scene file. If the character
is not in the "jesus pose" at frame "-1" all bets are off. Animation
should not start on anything
in the scene until frame "1".
Section II - Known Pathologies
Part not where it should be:
Frequently Soft does not
update the position of parts that are moved and skinned. It will look
right in Soft until you
cut it out of the hierarchy. If the geometry stays where it is after cutting
it is fine. If it
pops to a different position it will be problematic. We never did find
a way to make
Soft update its position
but we did find a fix: do a "duplicate immediate" on the geometry while
it is in the correct position;
cut out the old geometry and delete it; skin up the new copy you just
made.
Part stretched out while animating:
If you put a non-uniform
scale on a joint and don't tag it as described above it will most likely
be extremely stretched out
and creepy looking on playback (like Edward Scissorhands). There are
other things that can cause
this too (like scaling an egg model and not the egg anim channel and
vice versa). But when in
doubt, throw in the "scale-" flag.


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Macros | |
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Typedefs | |
| typedef void(* | fl_task_reinit_method_t) (struct fl_task_t_ *) |
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| typedef void(* | fl_task_terminate_method_t) (struct fl_task_t_ *) |
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By filing this application under Section 482 Cr.P.C, the petitioner seeks invocation of the extraordinary power of this Court and to issue a limited direction to the Court below for deciding the application under Section 47 of the Water (Prevention and Control of Pollution) Act, 1974 (for brevity the "Act, 1974") and application under Section 205 of Cr.P.C.
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Greg Hurrell
I just tried it out with the version of MacVim I have (installed via Homebrew, it's 7.4 with patches 1-258, and the folder it's installed into is "7.4-73_1", which I suppose corresponds to snapshot 73), and it works.
In my vimrc I have
let g:CommandTMaxHeight=30
. I open Command-T and see 30 entries in the list, then I do::let g:CommandTMaxHeight=5 :CommandTFlush
and open it again and see only 5 entries.
I see you don't have an explicit
g:
prefix in your example, but I'd expect it to work either way. -
Andri Moell
Turned out to be a compile mismatch. The
matcher.c
was compiled against Ruby v1.9.3 from Homebrew, yet the Mac ships with Ruby 2.0 and/or MacVim depends on Ruby 2.0 nowadays. Everything worked except all values out of the passed-in option hash were read asnil
in C. Limit was therefore ignored.Not your fault, of course.  ;-)
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Andri Moell
I don't think I can close this bug myself. Please do it for me. Thanks! One more reason to use a ready made issue tracker or migrate over to one of those code hosting sites. ;-)
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Greg Hurrell
Yep, I'll close it. Glad to hear you got it working.
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Gray first light came while Rand still trudged through the forest. At first he did not really see. When he finally did, he stared at the fading darkness in surprise. No matter what his eyes told him, he could hardly believe he had spent all night trying to travel the distance from the farm to Emond’s Field. Of course, the Quarry Road by day, rocks and all, was a far cry from the woods by night. On the other hand, it seemed days since he had seen the black-cloaked rider on the road, weeks since he and Tam had gone in for their supper. He no longer felt the strip of cloth digging into his shoulders, but then he felt nothing in his shoulders except numbness, nor in his feet, for that matter. In between, it was another matter. His breath came in labored pants that had long since set his throat and lungs to burning, and hunger twisted his stomach into queasy sickness.
Tam had fallen silent some time before. Rand was not sure how long it had been since the murmurs ceased, but he did not dare halt now to check on Tam. If he stopped he would never be able to force himself to start out again. Anyway, whatever Tam’s condition, he could do nothing beyond what he was doing. The only hope lay ahead, in the village. He tried wearily to increase his pace, but his wooden legs continued their slow plod. He barely even noticed the cold, or the wind.
Vaguely he caught the smell of woodsmoke. At least he was almost there if he could smell the village chimneys. A tired smile had only begun on his face, though, when it turned to a frown. Smoke lay heavy in the air—too heavy. With the weather, a fire might well be blazing on every hearth in the village, but the smoke was still too strong. In his mind he saw again the Trollocs on the road. Trollocs coming from the east, from the direction of Emond’s Field. He peered ahead, trying to make out the first houses, and ready to shout for help at the first sight of anyone, even Cenn Buie or one of the Coplins. A small voice in the back of his head told him to hope someone there could still give help.
Suddenly a house became visible through the last bare-branched trees, and it was all he could do to keep his feet moving. Hope turning to sharp despair, he staggered into the village.
Charred piles of rubble stood in the places of half the houses of Emond’s Field. Soot-coated brick chimneys thrust like dirty fingers from heaps of blackened timbers. Thin wisps of smoke still rose from the ruins. Grimy-faced villagers, some yet in their night clothes, poked through the ashes, here pulling free a cookpot, there simply prodding forlornly at the wreckage with a stick. What little had been rescued from the flames dotted the streets; tall mirrors and polished sideboards and highchests stood in the dust among chairs and tables buried under bedding, cooking utensils, and meagre piles of clothing and personal belongings.
The destruction seemed scattered at random through the village. Five houses marched untouched in one row, while in another place a lone survivor stood surrounded by desolation.
On the far side of the Winespring Water, the three huge Bel Tine bonfires roared, tended by a cluster of men. Thick columns of black smoke bent northward with the wind, flecked by careless sparks. One of Master al’Vere’s Dhurran stallions was dragging something Rand could not make out over the ground toward the Wagon Bridge, and the flames.
Before he was well out of the trees, a sooty-faced Haral Luhhan hurried to him, clutching a woodsman’s axe in one thick-fingered hand. The burly blacksmith’s ash-smeared nightshirt hung to his boots, the angry red welt of a burn across his chest showing through a ragged tear. He dropped to one knee beside the litter. Tam’s eyes were closed, and his breathing came low and hard.
“Trollocs, boy?” Master Luhhan asked in a smoke-hoarse voice. “Here, too. Here, too. Well, we may have been luckier than anyone has a right to be, if you can credit it. He needs the Wisdom. Now where in the Light is she? Egwene!”
Egwene, running by with her arms full of bed sheets torn into bandages, looked around at them without slowing. Her eyes stared at something in the far distance; dark circles made them appear even larger than they actually were. Then she saw Rand and stopped, drawing a shuddering breath. “Oh, no, Rand, not your father? Is he . . . ? Come, I’ll take you to Nynaeve.”
Rand was too tired, too stunned, to speak. All through the night Emond’s Field had been a haven, where he Tam would be safe. Now all he could seem to do was stare in dismay at her smoke-stained dress. He noticed odd details as if they were very important. The buttons down the back of her dress were done up crookedly. And her hands were clean. He wondered why her hands were clean when smudges of soot marked her cheeks.
Master Luhhan seemed to understand what had come over him. Laying his axe across the shafts, the blacksmith picked up the rear of the litter and gave it a gentle push, prodding him to follow Egwene. He stumbled after her as if walking in his sleep. Briefly he wondered how Master Luhhan knew the creatures were Trollocs, but it was a fleeting thought. If Tam could recognize them, there was no reason why Haral Luhhan could not.
“All the stories are real,” he muttered.
“So it seems, lad,” the blacksmith said. “So it seems.”
Rand only half heard. He was concentrating on following Egwene’s slender shape. He had pulled himself together just enough to wish she would hurry, though in truth she was keeping her pace to what the two men could manage with their burden. She led them halfway down the Green, to the Calder house. Char blackened the edges of its thatch, and smut stained the whitewashed walls. Of the houses on either side only the foundation stones were left, and two piles of ash and burned timbers. One had been the house of Berin Thane, one of the miller’s brothers. The other had been Abell Cauthon’s. Mat’s father. Even the chimneys had toppled.
“Wait here,” Egwene said, and gave them a look as if expecting an answer. When they only stood there, she muttered something under her breath, then dashed inside.
“Mat,” Rand said. “Is he . . . ?”
“He’s alive,” the blacksmith said. He set down his end of the litter and straightened slowly. “I saw him a little while ago. It’s a wonder any of us are alive. The way they came after my house, and the forge, you’d have thought I had gold and jewels in there. Alsbet cracked one’s skull with a frying pan. She took one look at the ashes of our house this morning and set out hunting around the village with the biggest hammer she could dig out of what’s left of the forge, just in case any of them hid instead of running away. I could almost pity the thing if she finds one.” He nodded to the Calder house. “Mistress Calder and a few others took in some of those who were hurt, the ones with no home of their own still standing. When the Wisdom’s seen Tam, we’ll find him a bed. The inn, maybe. The Mayor offered it already, but Nynaeve said the hurt folk would heal better if there weren’t so many of them together.”
Rand sank to his knees. Shrugging out of his blanket harness, he wearily busied himself with checking Tam’s covers. Tam never moved or made a sound, even when Rand’s wooden hands jostled him. But he was still breathing, at least. My father. The other was just the fever talking. “What if they come back?” he said dully.
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,” Master Luhhan said uneasily. “If they come back . . . Well, they’re gone, now. So we pick up the pieces, build up what’s been torn down.”  For the first time Rand realized that the heavyset man was as tired as he was himself, if not more so. The blacksmith looked at the village, shaking his head. “I don’t suppose today will be much of a Bel Tine. But we’ll make it through. We always have.”  “There’s work waiting for me. Don’t you worry, lad. The Wisdom will take good care of him, and the Light will take care of us all. And if the Light doesn’t, well, we’ll just take care of ourselves. Remember, we’re Two Rivers folk.”
Still on his knees, Rand looked at the village as the blacksmith walked away, really looked for the first time. Master Luhhan was right, he thought, and was surprised that he was not surprised by what he saw. People still dug in the ruins of their homes, but even in the short time he had been there more of them had begun to move with a sense of purpose. He could almost feel the growing determination. But he wondered. They had seen Trollocs; had they seen the black-cloaked rider? Had they felt his hatred?
Nynaeve and Egwene appeared from the Calder house, and he sprang to his feet. Or rather, he tried to spring to his feet; it was more of a stumbling lurch that almost put him on his face in the dust.
The Wisdom dropped to her knees beside the litter without giving him so much as a glance. Her face and dress were even dirtier than Egwene’s, and the same dark circles fined her eyes, though her hands, too, were clean. She felt Tam’s face and thumbed open his eyelids. With a frown she pulled down the coverings and eased the bandage aside to look at the wound. Before Rand could see what lay underneath she had replaced the wadded cloth. Sighing, she smoothed the blanket and cloak back up to Tam’s neck with a gentle touch, as if tucking a child in for the night.
“There’s nothing I can do,” she said. She had to put her hands on her knees to straighten up. “I’m sorry, Rand.”
For a moment he stood, not understanding, as she started back to the house, then he scrambled after her and pulled her around to face him. “He’s dying,” he cried.
“I know,” she said simply, and he sagged with the matter-of-factness of it.
“You have to do something. You have to. You’re the Wisdom.”
Pain twisted her face, but only for an instant, then she was all hollow-eyed resolve again, her voice emotionless and firm. “Yes, I am. I know what I can do with my medicines, and I know when it’s too late. Don’t you think I would do something if I could? But I can’t. I can’t, Rand. And there are others who need me. People I can help.”
“I brought him to you as quickly as I could,” he mumbled. Even with the village in ruins, there had been the Wisdom for hope. With that gone, he was empty.
“I know you did,” she said gently. She touched his cheek with her hand. “It isn’t your fault. You did the best anyone could. I am sorry, Rand, but I have others to tend to. Our troubles are just beginning, I’m afraid.”
Vacantly he stared after her until the door of the house closed behind her. He could not make any thought come except that she would not help.
Suddenly he was knocked back a step as Egwene cannoned into him, throwing her arms around him. Her hug was hard enough to bring a grunt from him any other time; now he only looked silently at the door behind which his hopes had vanished.
“I’m so sorry, Rand,” she said against his chest. “Light, I wish there was something I could do.”
Numbly he put his arms around her. “I know. I . . . I have to do something, Egwene. I don’t know what, but I can’t just let him . . . ” His voice broke, and she hugged him harder.
“Egwene!” At Nynaeve’s shout from the house, Egwene jumped. “Egwene, I need you! And wash your hands again!”
She pushed herself free from Rand’s arms. “She needs my help, Rand.”
“Egwene!”
He thought he heard a sob as she spun away from him. Then she was gone, and he was left alone beside the litter. For a moment he looked down at Tam, feeling nothing but hollow helplessness. Suddenly his face hardened. “The Mayor will know what to do,” he said, lifting the shafts once more. “The Mayor will know.” Bran al’Vere always knew what to do. With weary obstinacy he set out for the Winespring Inn.
Another of the Dhurran stallions passed him, its harness straps tied around the ankles of a big shape draped with a dirty blanket. Arms covered with coarse hair dragged in the dirt behind the blanket, and one corner was pushed up to reveal a goat’s horn. The Two Rivers was no place for stories to become horribly real. If Trollocs belonged anywhere it was in the world outside, for places where they had Aes Sedai and false Dragons and the Light alone knew what else come to life out of the tales of gleemen. Not the Two Rivers. Not Emond’s Field.
As he made his way down the Green, people called to him, some from the ruins of their homes, asking if they could help. He heard them only as murmurs in the background, even when they walked alongside him for a distance as they spoke. Without really thinking about it he managed words that said he needed no help, that everything was being taken care of. When they left him, with worried looks, and sometimes a comment about sending Nynaeve to him, he noticed that just as little. All he let himself be aware of was the purpose he had fixed in his head. Bran al’Vere could do something to help Tam. What that could be he tried not to dwell on. But the Mayor would be able to do something, to think of something.
The inn had almost completely escaped the destruction that had taken half the village. A few scorch marks marred its walls, but the red roof tiles glittered in the sunlight as brightly as ever. All that was left of the peddler’s wagon, though, were blackened iron wheel-rims leaning against the charred wagon box, now on the ground. The big round hoops that had held up the canvas cover slanted crazily, each at a different angle.
Thom Merrilin sat cross-legged on the old foundation stones, carefully snipping singed edges from the patches on his cloak with a pair of small scissors. He set down cloak and scissors when Rand drew near. Without asking if Rand needed or wanted help, he hopped down and picked up the back of the litter.
“Inside? Of course, of course.  Your Wisdom will take care of him. I’ve watched her work, since last night, and she has a deft touch and a sure skill. It could be a lot worse. Some died last night. Not many, perhaps, but any at all are too many for me. Old Fain just disappeared, and that’s the worst of all. Trollocs will eat anything. You should thank the Light your father’s still here, and alive for the Wisdom to heal.”
Rand blotted out the words—He is my father!—reducing the voice to meaningless sound that he noticed no more than a fly’s buzzing. He could not bear any more sympathy, any more attempts to boost his spirits. Not now. Not until Bran al’Vere told him how to help Tam.
Suddenly he found himself facing something scrawled on the inn door, a curving line scratched with a charred stick, a charcoal teardrop balanced on its point. So much had happened that it hardly surprised him to find the Dragon’s Fang marked on the door of the Winespring Inn. Why anyone would want to accuse the innkeeper or his family of evil, or bring the inn bad luck, was beyond him, but the night had convinced him of one thing. Anything was possible. Anything at all.
At a push from the gleeman he lifted the latch, and went in.
The common room was empty except for Bran al’Vere, and cold, too, for no one had found time to lay a fire. The Mayor sat at one of the tables, dipping his pen in an inkwell with a frown of concentration on his face and his gray-fringed head bent over a sheet of parchment. Nightshirt tucked hastily into his trousers and bagging around his considerable waist, he absently scratched at one bare foot with the toes of the other. His feet were dirty, as if he had been outside more than once without bothering about boots, despite the cold. “What’s your trouble?” he demanded without looking up. “Be quick with it. I have two dozen things to do right this minute, and more that should have been done an hour ago. So I have little time or patience. Well? Out with it!”
“Master al’Vere?” Rand said. “It’s my father.”
The Mayor’s head jerked up. “Rand? Tam!”  “Perhaps the Light hasn’t abandoned us altogether. I was afraid you were both dead. Bela galloped into the village an hour after the Trollocs left, lathered and blowing as if she’d run all the way from the farm, and I thought . . . No time for that, now. We’ll take him upstairs.” He seized the rear of the litter, shouldering the gleeman out of the way. “You go get the Wisdom, Master Merrilin. And tell her I said hurry, or I’ll know the reason why! Rest easy, Tam. We’ll soon have you in a good, soft bed. Go, gleeman, go!”
Thom Merrilin vanished through the doorway before Rand could speak. “Nynaeve wouldn’t do anything. She said she couldn’t help him. I knew . . . I hoped you’d think of something.”
Master al’Vere looked at Tam more sharply, then shook his head. “We will see, boy. We will see.” But he no longer sounded confident. “Let’s get him into a bed. He can rest easy, at least.”
Rand let himself be prodded toward the stairs at the back of the common room. He tried hard to keep his certainty that somehow Tam would be all right, but it had been thin to begin with, he realized, and the sudden doubt in the Mayor’s voice shook him.
On the second floor of the inn, at the front, were half a dozen snug, well-appointed rooms with windows overlooking the Green. Mostly they were used by the peddlers, or people down from Watch Hill or up from Deven Ride, but the merchants who came each year were often surprised to find such comfortable rooms. Three of them were taken now, and the Mayor hurried Rand to one of the unused ones.
Quickly the down comforter and blankets were stripped back on the wide bed, and Tam was transferred to the thick feather mattress, with goose-down pillows tucked under his head. He made no sound beyond hoarse breathing as he was moved, not even a groan, but the Mayor brushed away Rand’s concern, telling him to set a fire to take the chill off the room. While Rand dug wood and kindling from the woodbox next to the fireplace, Bran threw back the curtains on the window, letting in the morning light, then began to gently wash Tam’s face. By the time the gleeman returned, the blaze on the hearth was warming the room.
“She will not come,” Thom Merrilin announced as he stalked into the room. He glared at Rand, his bushy white brows drawing down sharply. “You didn’t tell me she had seen him already.  I don’t know . . . maybe the Mayor could do something, could make her see . . . ” Hands clenched in anxious fists, Rand turned from the fireplace to Bran. “Master al’Vere, what can I do?” The rotund man shook his head helplessly. He laid a freshly dampened cloth on Tam’s forehead and avoided meeting Rand’s eye. “I can’t just watch him die, Master al’Vere. I have to do something.” The gleeman shifted as if to speak. Rand rounded on him eagerly. .”Do you have an idea? I’ll try anything.”
“I was just wondering,” Thom said, tamping his long-stemmed pipe with his thumb, “if the Mayor knew who scrawled the Dragon’s Fang on his door.” He peered into the bowl, then looked at Tam and replaced the unlit pipe between his teeth with a sigh. “Someone seems not to like him anymore. Or maybe it’s his guests they don’t like.”
Rand gave him a disgusted look and turned away to stare into the fire. His thoughts danced like the flames, and like the flames they concentrated fixedly on one thing. He would not give up. He could not just stand there and watch Tam die. My father, he thought fiercely. My father. Once the fever was gone, that could be cleared up as well. But the fever first. Only, how?
Bran al’Vere’s mouth tightened as he looked at Rand’s back, and the glare he directed at the gleeman would have given a bear pause, but Thom just waited expectantly as if he had not noticed it.
“It’s probably the work of one of the Congars, or a Coplin,” the Mayor said finally, “though the Light alone knows which. They’re a large brood, and if there’s ill to be said of someone, or even if there isn’t, they’ll say it. They make Cenn Buie sound honey-tongued.”
“That wagonload who came in just before dawn?” the gleeman asked. “They hadn’t so much as smelled a Trolloc, and all they wanted to know was when Festival was going to start, as if they couldn’t see half the village in ashes.”
Master al’Vere nodded grimly. “One branch of the family. But none of them are very different. That fool Darl Coplin spent half the night demanding I put Mistress Moiraine and Master Lan out of the inn, out of the village, as if there would be any village at all left without them.”
Rand had only half listened to the conversation, but this last tugged him to speak. “What did they do?”
“Why, she called ball lightning out of a clear night sky,” Master al’Vere replied. “Sent it darting straight at the Trollocs. You’ve seen trees shattered by it. The Trollocs stood it no better.”
“Moiraine?” Rand said incredulously, and the Mayor nodded.
“Mistress Moiraine. And Master Lan was a whirlwind with that sword of his. His sword? The man himself is a weapon, and in ten places at once, or so it seemed. Burn me, but I still wouldn’t believe it if I couldn’t step outside and see . . .  “Winternight visits just beginning, our hands full of presents and honeycakes and our heads fall of wine, then the dogs snarling, and suddenly the two of them burst out of the inn, running through the village, shouting about Trollocs. I thought they’d had too much wine. After all . . . Trollocs? Then, before anyone knew what was happening, those . . . those things were right in the streets with us, slashing at people with their swords, torching houses, howling to freeze a man’s blood.” He made a sound of disgust in his throat. “We just ran like chickens with a fox in the henyard till Master Lan put some backbone into us.”
“No need to be so hard,” Thom said. “You did as well as anyone could.  Master al’Vere gave himself a shake. “It’s still almost too much to believe. An Aes Sedai in Emond’s Field. And Master Lan is a Warder.”
“An Aes Sedai?” Rand whispered. “She can’t be. I talked to her. She isn’t . . . She doesn’t . . . ”
“Did you think they wore signs?” the Mayor said wryly. “ ‘Aes Sedai’ painted across their backs, and maybe, ‘Danger, stay away’?” Suddenly he slapped his forehead. “Aes Sedai. I’m an old fool, and losing my wits. There’s a chance, Rand, if you’re willing to take it. I can’t tell you to do it, and I don’t know if I’d have the nerve, if it were me.”
“A chance?” Rand said. “I’ll take any chance, if it’ll help—”
“Aes Sedai can heal, Rand. Burn me, lad, you’ve heard the stories. They can cure where medicines fail.  Why didn’t you speak up, instead of letting me flail around?”
“I’m a stranger here,” Thom said, looking longingly at his unlit pipe, “and Goodman Coplin isn’t the only one who wants nothing to do with Aes Sedai. Best the idea came from you.”
“An Aes Sedai,” Rand muttered, trying to make the woman who had smiled at him fit the stories. Help from an Aes Sedai was sometimes worse than no help at all, so the stories said, like poison in a pie, and their gifts always had a hook in them, like fishbait. Suddenly the coin in his pocket, the coin Moiraine had given him, seemed like a burning coal. It was all he could do not to rip it out of his coat and throw it out the window.
“Nobody wants to get involved with Aes Sedai, lad,” the Mayor said slowly. “It is the only chance I can see, but it’s still no small decision. I cannot make it for you, but I have seen nothing but good from Mistress Moiraine . . . Moiraine Sedai, I should call her, I suppose. Sometimes”—he gave a meaningful took at Tam—“you have to take a chance, even if it’s a poor one.”
“Some of the stories are exaggerated, in a way,” Thom added, as if the words were being dragged from him. “Some of them. Besides, boy, what choice do you have?”
“None,” Rand sighed. Tam still had not moved a muscle; his eyes were sunken as if he had been sick a week. “I’ll . . . I’ll go find her.”
“The other side of the bridges,” the gleeman said, “where they are . . . disposing of the dead Trollocs. But be careful, boy. Aes Sedai do what they do for reasons of their own, and they aren’t always the reasons others think.”
The last was a shout that followed Rand through the door. He had to hold onto the sword hilt to keep the scabbard from tangling in his legs as he ran, but he would not take the time to remove it. He clattered down the stairs and dashed out of the inn, tiredness forgotten for the moment. A chance for Tam, however small, was enough to overcome a night without sleep, for a time at least. That the chance came from an Aes Sedai, or what the price of it might be, he did not want to consider. And as for actually facing an Aes Sedai . . . He took a deep breath and tried to move faster.
The bonfires stood well beyond the last houses to the north, on the Westwood side of the road to Watch Hill. The wind still carried the oily black columns of smoke away from the village, but even so a sickly sweet stink filled the air, like a roast left hours too long on the spit. Rand gagged at the smell, then swallowed hard when he realized its source. A fine thing to do with Bel Tine fires. The men tending the fires had cloths tied over their noses and mouths, but their grimaces made it plain the vinegar dampening the cloths was not enough. Even if it did kill the stench, they still knew the stench was there, and they still knew what they were doing.
Two of the men were untying the harness straps of one of the big Dhurrans from a Trolloc’s ankles. Lan, squatting beside the body, had tossed back the blanket enough to reveal the Trolloc’s shoulders and goat-snouted head. As Rand trotted up, the Warder unfastened a metal badge, a blood-red enamelled trident, from one spiked shoulder of the Trolloc’s shirt of black mail.
“Ko’bal,” he announced. He bounced the badge on his palm and snatched it out of the air with a growl. “That makes seven bands so far.”
 A walking staff, covered from end to end in carved vines and flowers, lay across her knees, and her dress had the rumpled look of having been worn too long. “Seven bands. Seven! That many have not acted together since the Trolloc Wars. Bad news piles on bad news. I am afraid, Lan. I thought we had gained a march, but we may be further behind than ever.”
Rand stared at her, unable to speak. An Aes Sedai. He had been trying to convince himself that she would not look any different now that he knew whom . . . what he was looking at, and to his surprise she did not. She was no longer quite so pristine, not with wisps of her hair sticking out in all directions and a faint streak of soot across her nose, yet not really different, either. Surely there must be something about an Aes Sedai to mark her for what she was. On the other hand, if outward appearance reflected what was inside, and if the stories were true, then she should look closer to a Trolloc than to a more than handsome woman whose dignity was not dented by sitting in the dirt. And she could help Tam. Whatever the cost, there was that before anything else. He took a deep breath.
“Mistress Moiraine . . . I mean, Moiraine Sedai.” Both turned to look at him, and he froze under her gaze. Not the calm, smiling gaze he remembered from the Green.  Aes Sedai. Breakers of the world. Puppeteers who pulled strings and made thrones and nations dance in designs only the women from Tar Valon knew.
“A little more light in the darkness,” the Aes Sedai murmured. She raised her voice. “How are your dreams, Rand al’Thor?”
He stared at her. “My dreams?”
“A night like that can give a man bad dreams, Rand. If you have nightmares, you must tell me of it. I can help with bad dreams, sometimes.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my . . . It’s my father. He’s hurt. It’s not much more than a scratch, but the fever is burning him up. The Wisdom won’t help. She says she can’t. But the stories—” She raised an eyebrow, and he stopped and swallowed hard. Light, is there a story with an Aes Sedai where she isn’t a villain? He looked at the Warder, but Lan appeared more interested in the dead Trolloc than in anything Rand might say. Fumbling his way under her eyes, he went on. “I . . . ah . . . it’s said Aes Sedai can heal. If you can help him . . . anything you can do for him . . . whatever the cost . . . I mean . . . ” He took a deep breath and finished up in a rush. “I’ll pay any price in my power if you help him. Anything.”
“Any price,” Moiraine mused, half to herself. “We will speak of prices later, Rand, if at all. I can make no promises.  I will do what I can, but it is beyond my power to stop the Wheel from turning.”
“Death comes sooner or later to everyone,” the Warder said grimly, “unless they serve the Dark One, and only fools are willing to pay that price.”
Moiraine made a clucking sound. “Do not be so gloomy, Lan. We have some reason to celebrate. A small one, but a reason.” She used the staff to pull herself to her feet. “Take me to your father, Rand. I will help him as much as I am able. Too many here have refused to let me help at all. They have heard the stories, too,” she added dryly.
“He’s at the inn,” Rand said. “This way. And thank you. Thank you!” They followed, but his pace took him quickly ahead. He slowed impatiently for them to catch up, then darted ahead again and had to wait again.
“Please hurry,” he urged, so caught up in actually getting help for Tam that he never considered the temerity of prodding an Aes Sedai. “The fever is burning him up.”
Lan glared at him. “Can’t you see she’s tired?  I don’t know that you are worth it, sheepherder, no matter what she says.”
Rand blinked and held his tongue.
“Gently, my friend,” Moiraine said. Without slowing her pace, she reached up to pat the Warder’s shoulder. He towered over her protectively, as if he could give her strength just by being close. “You think only of taking care of me. Why should he not think the same of his father?” Lan scowled, but fell silent. “I am coming as quickly as I can, Rand, I promise you.”
The fierceness of her eyes, or the calm of her voice—not gentle, exactly; more firmly in command—Rand did not know which to believe. Or perhaps they did go together. Aes Sedai. He was committed, now. He matched his stride to theirs, and tried not to think of what the price might be that they would talk about later.


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EugineAll-New Discovery not only looks truly at home in the city, but also drives impeccably off-road. It takes towing capability to a new level, with a capacity of up to 3.500kg and a suite of features available to help make towing effortless and assured. Its optimised geometry coupled with unique Land Rover technologies ensure it delivers class-leading all-terrain capabilities.
AnsahAll-New Discovery not only looks truly at home in the city, but also drives impeccably off-road. It takes towing capability to a new level, with a capacity of up to 3.500kg and a suite of features available to help make towing effortless and assured. Its optimised geometry coupled with unique Land Rover technologies ensure it delivers class-leading all-terrain capabilities.
KwameAll-New Discovery not only looks truly at home in the city, but also drives impeccably off-road. It takes towing capability to a new level, with a capacity of up to 3.500kg and a suite of features available to help make towing effortless and assured. Its optimised geometry coupled with unique Land Rover technologies ensure it delivers class-leading all-terrain capabilities.
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