After the exertions of the day Moroni's features were drawn, his face pallid, and the life had gone out of him. Quickly she went to him and he enveloped her in his arms.
"Come," she said at last, "you are shaking as if you had the ague. I will give you some wine." She poured an amber liquid into a goblet and held it to his lips as he sat down weakly.
"It has been a terrible day," she moaned.
"Yes," he agreed. "Was that what you wanted to see me about?"
"I always want to see you, but I wished to talk to you, about—" she hesitated, "Amalickiah."
"I had to oppose him," said Moroni wearily.
"Yes, and defeated him. You won the people over to your side."
"He would be king."
"He is ambitious but he cannot help it."
"But he should learn that he cannot jeopardize the liberty of a nation to gratify his vaulting ambition."