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〃I did not know she could do that；〃 Rand said softly to Lan； his cheeks hot。
'You； of all people； should have suspected it；〃 the Warder replied。 〃You watched her with your father。 She will wash all the fatigue away。 First from the horses； then from the rest of you。〃
〃The rest of us。 Not you？〃
〃Not me； sheepherder。 I don't need it； not yet。 And not her。 What she can do for others； she cannot do for herself。 Only one of us will ride tired。 You had better hope she does not grow too tired before we reach Tar Valon。〃
〃Too tired for what？〃 Rand asked the Warder。
〃You were right about your Bela； Rand；〃 Moiraine said from where she stood by the mare。 〃She has a good heart； and as much stubbornness as the rest of you Two Rivers folk。 Strange as it seems； she may be the least weary of all。〃
A scream ripped the darkness； a sound like a man dying under sharp knives； and wings swooped low above the party。 The night deepened in the shadow that swept over them。 With panicked cries the horses reared wildly。
The wind of the Draghkar's wings beat at Rand with a feel like the touch of slime； like chittering in the dank dimness of a nightmare。 He had no time even to feel the fear of it； for Cloud exploded into the air with a scream of his own； twisting desperately as if attempting to shake off some clinging thing。 Rand； hanging onto the reins； was jerked off his feet and dragged across the ground； Cloud screaming as though the big gray felt wolves tearing at his hocks。
Somehow he maintained his grip on the reins； using the other hand as much as his legs he scrambled onto his feet； taking leaping； staggering steps to keep from being pulled down again。 His breath came in ragged pants of desperation。 He could not let Cloud get away。 He threw out a frantic hand； barely catching the bridle。 Cloud reared； lifting him into the air； Rand clung helplessly； hoping against hope that the horse would quieten。
The shock of landing jarred Rand to his teeth； but suddenly the gray was still； nostrils flaring and eyes rolling； stiff…legged and trembling。 Rand was trembling as well； and all but hanging from the bridle。 That jolt must have shaken the fool animal； too； he thought。 He took three or four deep； shaky breaths。 Only then could he look around and see what had happened to the others。
Chaos reigned among the party。 They clutched reins against jerking heads； trying with little success to calm the rearing horses that dragged them about in a milling mass。 Only two seemingly had no trouble at all with their mounts。 Moiraine sat straight in her saddle； the white mare stepping delicately away from the confusion as if nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened。 On foot； Lan scanned the sky； sword in one hand and reins in the other； the sleek black stallion stood quietly beside him。
Sounds of merrymaking no longer came from Watch Hill。 Those in the village must have heard the cry； too。 Rand knew they would listen awhile； and perhaps watch for what had caused it； then return to their jollity。 They would soon forget the incident； its memory submerged by song and food and dance and fun。 Perhaps when they heard the news of what had happened in Emond's Field some would remember； and wonder。 A fiddle began to play； and after a moment a flute joined in。 The village was resuming its celebration。
〃Mount！〃 Lan manded curtly。 Sheathing his sword； he leaped onto the stallion。 〃The Draghkar would not have showed itself unless it had already reported our whereabouts to the Myrddraal。〃 Another strident shriek drifted down from far above； fainter but no less harsh。 The music from Watch Hill silenced raggedly once more。 〃It tracks us now； marking us for the Halfman。 He won't be far。〃
The horses； fresh now as well as fear…struck； pranced and backed away from those trying to mount。 A cursing Thom Merrilin was the first into his saddle； but the others were up soon after。 All but one。
〃Hurry； Rand！〃 Egwene shouted。 The Draghkar gave shrill voice once more； and Bela ran a few steps before she could rein the mare in。 〃Hurry！〃
With a start Rand realized that instead of trying to mount Cloud he had been standing there staring at the sky in a vain attempt to locate the source of those vile shrieks。 More； all unaware； he had drawn Tam's sword as if to fight the flying thing。
His face reddened； making him glad for the night to hide him。 Awkwardly； with one hand occupied by the reins； he resheathed the blade； glancing hastily at the others。 Moiraine； Lan； and Egwene all were looking at him； though he could not be sure how much they could see in the moonlight。 The rest seemed too absorbed with keeping their horses under control to pay him any mind。 He put a hand on the pommel and reached the saddle in one leap； as if he had been doing the like all his life。 If any of his friends had noticed the sword； he would surely hear about it later。 There would be time enough to worry about it then。
As soon as he was in the saddle they were all off at a gallop again； up the road and by the dome…like hill。 Dogs barked in the village； their passage was not entirely unnoticed。 Or maybe the dogs smelled Trollocs； Rand thought。 The barking and the village lights alike vanished quickly behind them。
They galloped in a knot； horses all but jostling together as they ran。 Lan ordered them to spread out again； but no one wanted to be even a little alone in the night。 A scream came from high overhead。 The Warder gave up and let them run clustered。
Rand was close behind Moiraine and Lan； the gray straining in an effort to force himself between the Warder's black and the Aes Sedai's trim mare。 Egwene and the gleeman raced on either flank of him； while Rand's friends crowded in behind。 Cloud； spurred by the Draghkar's cries； ran beyond anything Rand could do to slow him even had he wished to； yet the gray could not gain so much as a step on the other two horses。
The Draghkar's shriek challenged the night。
Stout Bela ran with neck outstretched and tail and mane streaming in the wind of her running； matching the larger horses' every stride。 The Aes Sedai must have done something more than simply ridding her of fatigue。
Egwene's face in the moonlight was smiling in excited delight。 Her braid streamed behind like the horses' manes； and the gleam in her eyes was not all from the moon； Rand was sure。 His mouth dropped open in surprise； until a swallowed biteme set him off into a fit of coughing。
Lan must have asked a question； for Moiraine suddenly shouted； over the wind and the pounding of hooves。 〃I cannot！ Most especially not from the back of a galloping horse。 They are not easily killed； even when they can be seen。 We must run； and hope。〃
They galloped through a tatter of fog； thin and no higher than the horses' knees。 Cloud sped through it in two strides； and Rand blinked； wondering if he had imagined it。 Surely the night was too cold for fog。 Another patch of ragged gray whisked by them to one side； larger than the first。 It had been growing； as if the mist oozed from the ground。 Above them； the Draghkar screamed in rage。 Fog enveloped the riders for a brief moment and was gone； came again and vanished behind。 The icy mist left a chill dampness on Rand's face and hands。 Then a wall of pale gray loomed before them； and they were suddenly enshrouded。 The thickness of it muffled the sound of their hooves to dullness； and the cries from overhead seemed to e through a wall。 Rand could only just make out the shapes of Egwene and Thorn Merrilin on either side of him。
Lan did not slow their pace。 〃There is still only one place we can be going；〃 he called； his voice sounding hollow and directionless。
〃Myrddraal are sly；〃 Moiraine replied。 〃I will use its own slyness against it。〃 They galloped on silently。
Slaty mist obscured both sky and ground； so that the riders； themselves turned to shadow； appeared to float through night clouds。 Even the legs of their own horses seemed to have vanished。
Rand shifted in his saddle； shrinking away from the icy fog。 Knowing that Moiraine could do things； even seeing her do them； was one thing； having those things leave his skin damp was something else again。 He realized he was holding his breath； too； and called himself nine kinds of idiot。 He could not ride all the way to Taren Ferry without breathing。 She had used the One Power on Tam； and he seemed all right。 Still； he had to make himself let that breath go and inhale。 The air was heavy； but if colder it was otherwise no different than that on any other foggy night。 He told himself that； but he was not sure he believed it。
Lan encouraged them to keep close now； to stay where each could see the outlines of others in that damp； frosty grayness。 Yet the Warder still did not slacken his stallion's dead run。 Side by side； Lan and Moiraine led the way through the fog as if they could see clearly what lay ahead。 The rest could only trust and follow。 And hope。
The shrill cries that had hounded them faded as they galloped； and then were gone； but that gave small fort。 Forest and farmhouses； moon and road were shrouded and hidden。 Dogs still barked； hollow and distant in the gray haze； when they passed farms； but there was no other sound save the dull drumming of their horses' hooves。 Nothing in that featureless ashen fog changed。 Nothing gave any hint of the passage of time except the growing ache in thigh and back。
It had to have been hours； Rand was sure。 His hands had clutched his reins until he was not sure he could release them； and he wondered if he would ever walk properly again。 He glanced back only once。 Shadows in the fog raced behind him； but he could not even be certain of their number。 Or even that they really were his friends。 The chill and damp soaked through I his cloak and coat and shirt； soaked into his bones； so it seemed。 Only the rush of air past his face and the gather and stretch of the horse beneath him told him he was moving at all。 It must have been hours。
〃Slow；〃 Lan called suddenly。 〃Draw rein。〃
Rand was so startled that Cloud forced between Lan and Moiraine； forging ahead for half a dozen strides before he could pull the big gray to a halt and stare。
Houses loomed in the fog on all sides； houses strangely tall to Rand's eye。 He had never seen this place before； but he had often heard descriptions。 That tallness came from high redstone foundations； necessary when the spring melt in the Mountains of Mist made the Taren overflow its banks。 They had reached Taren Ferry。
Lan trotted the black warhorse past him。 〃Don't be so eager； sheepherder。〃
Disfited； Rand fell into place without explaining as the party moved deeper into the village。 His face was hot； and for the moment the fog was wele。
A lone dog； unseen in the cold mist； barked at them furiously； then ran away。 Here and there a light appeared in a window as some early…riser stirred。 Other than the dog； no sound save the muted clops of their horses' hooves disturbed the last hour of the night。
Rand had met few people from Taren Ferry。 He tried to recall what little he knew about them。 They seldom ventured down into what they called 〃the lower villages；〃 with their noses up as if they smelled something bad。 The few he had met bore strange names； like Hilltop and Stoneboat。 One and all； Taren Ferry folk had a reputation for slyness and trickery。 If you shook hands with a Taren Ferry man； people said； you counted your fingers afterwards。
Lan and Moiraine stopped before a tall； dark house that looked exactly like any other in the village。 Fog swirled around the Warder like smoke as he leaped from his saddle and mounted the stairs that rose to the front door； as high above the street as their heads。 At the top of the stairs Lan hammered with his fist on the door。
〃I thought he wanted quiet；〃 Mat muttered。
Lan's pounding went on。 A light appeared in the window of the next house； and someone shouted angrily； but the Warder kept on with his drumming。
Abruptly the door was flung back by a man in a nightshirt that flapped about his bare ankles。 An oil lamp in one h