III.
THE TRANCE.
The queen sent for Ammon to come to the death chamber where the body of the king had lain in state for two days and two nights. Though her husband was apparently dead and the magnificent sepulchre stood gaping for the interment, the grief-stricken wife would not have it so. As in all southern countries, it was the custom to bury a corpse within twenty-four hours after death. The servants began to go about holding their noses as they exclaimed, "He stinketh." In this dilemma, the queen sent for Ammon. She had heard of his fame through Alla.
She met him at the entrance and conducted him into the funeral chapel where she had been keeping sorrowful vigil. Coming out of the sunlight into the damp chamber, a cold chill swept over him. The vast, dimly lighted apartment, constructed entirely of stone, was bare of furnishings except for the bier in the middle where the body was laid out.
As the queen led Ammon over and removed the draperies, displaying the king garbed in his royal robes, she murmured in agonized tones, "They tell me you are a prophet of God, and have power to do mighty works in his name. See, some say that he is dead and ought to be placed in the sepulchre, but to me he is not dead."
The missionary bent low over the wax like face still as a mask. Closely he scrutinized the veins. Looking up he announced, "He is not dead, but he sleepeth in God, and on the morrow he shall rise again; therefore bury him not. Believeth thou this?"
"I believe it will be according as you say."
"Blessed art thou because of thy exceeding faith: I say unto thee, woman, there has not been such great faith among all the people of the Nephites."
All through the still hours of the night the queen kept vigil over the lifeless figure. When the gray dawn stole in through the casement she welcomed it with relief. At the appointed hour when the king should rise came Ammon to give her courage.
As they watched the form stirred, then slowly arose and shook off the shroud. When the king recognized his faithful wife he stretched forth his hand and blest her. His face shone with a transcendent light, and overcome by the spirit, he sank down by the side of the bier. The queen, in sheer weakness of joy embraced him. Ammon fell on his knees and poured forth his soul in prayer and thanksgiving.