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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: Monmouth's army by far outnumbered Feversham's, he had no doubt that
the advantage must still lie with the Duke, in spite of Feversham's
having been warned in the eleventh hour.
Louder grew the sounds of battle. Above the din of firing a swelling
chorus rose upon the night, startling and weird in such a time and
place. Monmouth's pious infantry went into action singing hymns, and
Wentworth, impatient to be at his post, bade his men go faster.
The night was by now growing faintly luminous, and the deathly grey
light of approaching dawn hung in the mists upon the moor. Objects
grew visible in bulk at least, if not in form and shape, by the time
the little company had reached the end of Weston village and come
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