"Dear Amalickiah! You must tell me."
As he recited the incidents of the day she drank in his words with her soul in her eyes.
Strange spectacle that, of Zorabel, the charmer. She had recognized Moroni as the coming man and had deliberately set out to fascinate him. But as she entrapped him with her hundred coquetries, she found herself in the toils. The fresh young general had stirred her as no other man ever had and the proud Zorabel was now avowedly the abject slave of love.
In her sweet presence the exigencies of the camp were forgotten, the turmoil of the day faded away, and Moroni felt a calm descend on his spirit.
II.
MORONI RAISES THE STANDARD OF LIBERTY.
Moroni sat in his study bent over a message which read, "Amalickiah has stirred up an insurrection to gain the kingdom," when a young lawyer entered and accosted him. The newcomer had formerly been the general's secretary and an affectionate familiarity existed between them.
"What is it now?" asked Moroni pushing his papers aside, for something in the other's air suggested matters of import.
