It so chanced that Alla was hovering near. She felt strange influences in the air; also was she piqued by this Nephite prophet who ignored her. When she came into the room, beheld the trio on their knees and her father risen from his bed, she uttered shriek after shriek. The frightened servants came running, and when they saw the king risen from the dead they also fell upon their knees.
One alone, Abish, a waiting woman, who had been converted to the gospel sometime before, retained her presence of mind.
"It is the power of God," she opined, and ran carrying the news from house to house.
A vast multitude assembled and when they beheld the spectacle at the palace and noted the Nephite in the strange group, they began to murmur.
"A great evil has come among us," cried one.
"Nay, let it fall on the king's head for harboring the alien," interposed another.
Still others said, "The king has brought destruction on himself for killing his servants when they lost the herds at Sebus."
The friends of the men whom Ammon had slain there heaped their maledictions on the Nephite. One, whose brother had been killed, obsessed with frenzy, drew his sword, and rushed at Ammon, but as he raised his blade to strike him, he himself reeled and fell dead. Was it apoplexy, a deep seated heart trouble, or had the Lord, who promised Ammon that he should pass unscathed through perils, struck him down? The awestruck populace did not know.
"This man is the Great Spirit," said one clinging to some vestiges of the old faith.
"He is a monster," disagreed another.