The group makes it to Watch Hill, quickly moving on to Taren Ferry where they rouse the ferryman to take them across the Taren.
Setting a breakneck pace, the group makes it to Watch Hill in what Rand figures must be a record time. Several members of the party speak longingly about getting some rest and refreshments, but Lan says they can’t stop until they are across the Taren River. Rand protests that the horses have been run to the point of exhaustion, but Moiraine lays hands on them, and suddenly they’re all good as new. The scream of the Draghkar splits the night — the horses panic, and it is difficult to keep them reined in. Moiraine conjures a thick fog to throw off their pursuers, and soon the group reaches Taren Ferry. The ferryman is understandably upset to be woken in the middle of the night, but the glint of gold coins — the universal alarm clock — easily convinces him to take the group across the Taren.