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； he had not meant on the run。 She kept up now only by running as he had not thought she could。 Lan had not wanted Egwene in their number。 Would he slow for her if Bela began to flag？ Or would he try to leave her behind？ The Aes Sedai and the Warder thought Rand and his friends were important in some way； but for all of Moiraine's talk of the Pattern； he did not think they included Egwene in that importance。
If Bela fell back； he would fall back； too； whatever Moiraine and Lan had to say about it。 Back where the Fade and the Trollocs were。 Back where the Draghkar was。 With all his heart and desperation he silently shouted at Bela to run like the wind； silently tried to will strength into her。 Run！ His skin prickled； and his bones felt as if they were freezing； ready to split open。 The Light help her； run！ And Bela ran。
On and on they sped； northward into the night； time fading into an indistinct blur。 Now and again the lights of farmhouses flashed into sight； then disappeared as quickly as imagination。 Dogs' sharp challenges faded swiftly behind； or cut off abruptly as the dogs decided they had been chased away。 They raced through darkness relieved only by watery pale moonlight； a darkness where trees along the road loomed up without warning； then were gone。 For the rest； murk surrounded them； and only a solitary night…bird's cry； lonely and mournful； disturbed the steady pounding of hooves。
Abruptly Lan slowed； then brought the file of horses to a stop。 Rand was not sure how long they had been moving； but a soft ache filled his legs from gripping the saddle。 Ahead of them in the night； lights sparkled； as if a tall swarm of fireflies held one place among the trees。
Rand frowned at the lights in puzzlement； then suddenly gasped with surprise。 The fireflies were windows； the windows of houses covering the sides and top of a hill。 It was Watch Hill。 He could hardly believe they had e so far。 They had probably made the journey as fast as it had ever been traveled。 Following Lan's example； Rand and Thom Merrilin dismounted。 Cloud stood head down； sides heaving。 Lather； almost indistinguishable from the horse's smoky sides； flecked the gray's neck and shoulders。 Rand thought that Cloud would not be carrying anyone further that night。
〃Much as I would like to put all these villages behind me；〃 Thom announced； 〃a few hours rest would not go amiss right now。 Surely we have enough of a lead to allow that？〃
Rand stretched； knuckling the small of his back。 〃If we're stopping the rest of the night in Watch Hill； we may as well go on up。〃
A vagrant gust of wind brought a fragment of song from the village； and smells of cooking that made his mouth water。 They were still celebrating in Watch Hill。 There had been no Trollocs to disturb their Bel Tine。 He looked for Egwene。 She was leaning against Bela； slumped with weariness。 The others were climbing down as well； with many a sigh and much stretching of aching muscles。 Only the Warder and the Aes Sedai showed no visible sign of fatigue。
〃I could do with some singing；〃 Mat put in tiredly。 〃And maybe a hot mutton pie at the White Boar。〃 Pausing； he added； 〃I've never been further than Watch Hill。 The White Boar's not nearly as good as the Winespring Inn。〃
〃The White Boar isn't so bad；〃 Perrin said。 〃 A mutton pie for me； too。 And lots of hot tea to take the chill off my bones。〃
〃We cannot stop until we are across the Taren；〃 Lan said sharply。 〃Not for more than a few minutes。〃
〃But the horses；〃 Rand protested。 〃We'll run them to death； we try to go any further tonight。 Moiraine Sedai； surely you…〃
He had vaguely noticed her moving among the horses； but he had not paid any real attention to what she did。 Now she pushed past him to lay her hands on Cloud's neck。 Rand fell silent。 Suddenly the horse tossed his head with a soft wicker； nearly pulling the reins from Rand's hands。 The gray danced a step sideways； as restive as if he had spent a week in a stable。 Without a word Moiraine went to Bela。
〃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 son