I gripped the Schimmel by the head and turned him due left.

Now I remembered where the highroad ran, and I remembered something else.
For it was borne in on me that Laputa had fallen into my hands.
Without any subtle purpose I had played a master game.

He was cut off from his people, without a horse, on the wrong side of the highroad which Arcoll's men patrolled.

Without him the rising would crumble.
There might be war, even desperate war, but we should fight against a leaderless foe.

If he could only be shepherded to the north, his game was over, and at our leisure we could mop up the scattered concentrations.
I was now as eager to get back into danger as I had been to get into safety.