Okay so there is a chance I won't be able to put a chapter up tomorrow evening like usual, if so I will probably either A: put up two tonight, B: put one up in the morning tomorrow, C: put two up the next day.

They ploughed on into the darkness, Lan leading the way with Moiraine, then Rana and the others. Rana kept glancing back, both to check for Trollocs and to check on the others, and her gaze fell on Egwene worriedly.
Bela was a good horse but she was not as fast as the others, and Rana willed for her to run, run faster than she ever had before. She was responsible for this, and refused to let Egwene be left behind, not now. The younger girl should have never had come but she had. And Rana refused to allow that to be the death of her. If Bela slowed Rana would slow too. So she willed for Bela not to slow her skin prickling and her bones feeling as though they were freezing, ready to split open, and Bela ran.
And they sped onwards, past countless farmhouses, racing through the darkness until Lan abruptly slowly and brought the file of horses to a stop.
Rana allowed herself to feel the ache from riding for so long then, staring into the distance and gasping when she realised that the dots of light that looked almost like fireflies were windows. They had made it to Watch Hill. Probably faster than it had ever been made.
Rana slipped off of Cloud, following Lan's example as she patted the horses heaving sides, and she let them talk of resting, let their voices wash over her as she gently soothed the horse.
There would be no rest yet. Not with the Dark One's hounds on their heels.
She felt a prickling sensation and her gaze was drawn to Moiraine, who was walking amongst the horses, and she watched as they visibly seemed to become less tired. "The horses will be fine to ride." she stated suddenly, interrupting the others "But will she?"
Lan raised an eyebrow before nodding, "For now... and when Moiraine is done with the horses she will wash away your fatigue too. We must not stop until we have crossed the Taren, not for longer than a few minutes."
Moiraine reached Rana and nodded at her as she laid her hands on Cloud's neck, then the horse tossed his head with a wicker, full of energy again, and Rana gave Moiraine a quick nod. "Thank you."
Moiraine moved onto Bela and frowned, "Interesting." she gave Rana an unreadable look, "How odd. This horse belonged to you and your father, did it not Rana?" at her nod Moiraine nodded to herself, "It's very odd. Bela doesn't need my help. It's as though someone else has helped her... if I didn't know better I'd have thought that you used the True source to help. I did notice how you kept looking back... but if you used Saidar I'd have sensed it."
Rana stiffened, gripping Cloud's reins tighter, she could remember the sensation she'd felt when she'd been willing Bela to run... but.. how would Moiraine not have sensed it? And a voice in the back of her mind whispered 'Because it wasn't Saidar you used but Saidin.' and in a way it would make sense. The Dragon had been a male, and though she was a woman she was him reborn... it wasn't a comforting thought. "Then it can't have been me Moiraine."
And then a scream ripped through the darkness, a sound like a man dying under sharp knives, and wings swooped low above the party, and with panicked cries the horses reared wildly, and Rana could feel the Draghkars wings beating at her with a touch of slime and she screamed as Cloud raced off, gripping the reins tightly as she dragged along, across the ground, stones digging into her legs as she desperately dragged herself up and ontop of the screaming horse as he reared, and it was all she could do to cling on, and the jolt when he landed made Rana grunt. But the horse stilled, still trembling, as was Rana.
She glanced back at the others, and chaos reigned amongst them, the others were all clinging to their horses. The only ones not disturbed were Moiraine and Lan, both staring at the sky, and Rana couldn't help but notice how the sounds of merrymaking no longer came from Watch Hill; they had heard the scream too. Then slowly the sound returned, and Lan spoke.
"Mount!" he sheathed his sword and leapt onto his stallion, "The Draghkar would not have shown itself unless it had already reported our whereabouts to the Myrddral." there was another shriek from far above, fainter but no less harsh, "It tracks us now. Marking us for the Halfman. He won't be far.
And once everyone had mounted, which was not easy as the horses were fearstruck and they pranced away from the hopeful riders, they were off again, up the road and by the dome like hill. Dogs barked in the village, but it faded quickly behind them, as did the village lights.
They galloped in a tight 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, and the Warder quickly gave up and let them run clustered.
She blocked out the others voices, crouching down low and laying one hand on Cloud's neck, trembling as she tried to calm herself, and then they were in the middle of an icy fog, which she realised was likely caused by Moiraine to offer them cover.
The group clung even tighter together now, afraid of getting lost in the darkness. But they rode fast, with Rana just behind Moiraine and Lan, Cloud trying to push forward between there. She glanced at the others every so often as the shrieks faded. Bela was close behind and to the left of her, and Thom the same to the right. Mat and Perrin were just behind them, shrouded in the fog. She couldn't even see their faces.
Hours passed and Rana began to wonder if they would ever stop, if she would even be able to release the reins.
Then, all of a sudden Lan called, "Slow, Draw rein." and Rana was so started that she almost let Cloud force his way between Lan and Moiraine, managing to drawn him up short just before he came in front of them both.
Houses loomed in the fog on all sides houses strangely tall to Rana's eye. She had never seen this place before but she 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 it's banks. They had reached Taren Ferry.
They edged forward slowly, one dog, unseen in the fog, barked at them furiously before funning away. Other than the dog the only sound in the late hour of the night was the clop of the horses' hooves, and they came to a stop before a tall, dark house that looked exactly like any other in the village.
Fog swirled around the Warder like some as he leaped from his saddle and mounted the stars that rose to the front door, as high above the street as their heads. Ad 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 hand illumined a narrow face with pointed features. He opened his mouth angrily, then let it stay open as his head swiveled to take in the fog, eyes bulging. "What's this?" he said. "What's this?" Chill gray tendrils curled into the doorway, and he hurriedly stepped back away from them.
"Master Hightower," Lan said. "Just the man I need. We want to cross over on your ferry."
"He never even saw a high tower," Mat snickered. Rana made shushing motions at her friend. The sharpfaced fellow raised his lamp higher and peered down at them suspiciously.
After a minute Master Hightower said crossly, "The ferry goes over in daylight. Not in the night. Not ever. And not in this fog, neither. Come back when the sun's up and the fog's gone."
He started to turn away; but Lan caught his wrist. The ferryman opened his mouth angrily. Gold glinted in the lamplight as the Warder counted out coins one by one into the other's palm. Hightower licked his lips as the coins clinked, and by inches his head moved closer to his hand, as if he could not believe what he was seeing.
"And as much again," Lan said, "when we are safely on the other side. But we leave now."
"Now?" Chewing his lower lip, the ferrety man shifted his feet and peered out at the mistladen night, then nodded abruptly. "Now it is. Well, let loose my wrist. I have to rouse my haulers. You don't think I pull the ferry across myself, do you?"
"I will wait at the ferry," Lan said flatly. "For a little while." He released his hold on the ferryman.
Master Hightower jerked the handful of coins to his chest and, nodding agreement, hastily shoved the door closed with his hip.
And with that Lan came down the stairs and the group slowly slipped off their horses, leading them after him and through the fog, Rana limping slightly from her fall with Cloud earlier, though she tried to hide it. She'd have to check and see the state of her legs when they stopped.
She stuck close to her friends as they muttered miserably, and she scowled when she saw how Egwene was walking, tall and proud, with that excited glint still in her eyes. It was a game to hurt, light damned fool that she was.
Rana stopped waling when Lan came to a halt, and she tried to peer through the fog, and perhaps she could see wooden planks there. The ferry landing.