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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: other side. There he crawled out, and gaining the moor lay down awhile
to breathe his lungs. But not for long. The dawn was creeping pale
and ghostly across the solid earth, and a faint fresh breeze was
stirring and driving the mist in wispy shrouds before it. If he
lingered there he might yet be found by some party of Royalist soldiers,
and that would be to undo all that he had done. He rose, and struck
out across the peaty ground. None knew the moors better than did he,
and had he been with Grey's horse that night, it is possible things had
fared differently, for he had proved a surer guide than did Godfrey,
the spy.
At first he thought of making for Bridgwater and Lupton House. By now
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