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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: mechanically, amid his marching escort, through the murky, fog-laden
night, taking no heed of the stir about them, for all Weston Zoyland
was aroused by now.
Ahead of them, and over to the east, the firing blazed and crackled,
volley upon volley, to tell them that already battle had been joined
in earnest. Monmouth's surprise had aborted, and it passed through
Wilding's mind that to a great extent he was to blame for this. But
it gave him little care.
At least his indiscretion had served the purpose of rescuing Ruth from
Lord Feversham's unclean clutches. For the rest, knowing that
Monmouth's army by far outnumbered Feversham's, he had no doubt that
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