To his astonishment his father became furiously angry. "I am astonished that you have been caught in their toils. These Nephites have come here to rob you. Kill this man with your sword. Then turn about and come back to Ishmael with me."
His son defied him: "I will not slay Ammon, neither will I return to the land of Ishmael, but I go to Middoni that I may release the brethren of Ammon, for I know that they are just men, and holy prophets of the true God."
Enraged by his disobedience, his father raised his sword to strike him. Ammon interposed, "You shall not slay your son, though he is better prepared for death than you for he has repented. If you should kill him his blood would cry from the ground, and you might lose your soul."
The old man hesitated; his voice almost broke. "I know that if I should slay my son I should shed innocent blood. It is you that I ought to kill." He turned his blade toward Ammon, but the latter was too quick for him. He whipped out his own sword and with the stroke that had stood him in good stead at Sebus, he disabled the king's right arm. He could not use it. Realizing that the other was at his mercy, Ammon followed up his advantage. "I will smite you unless you grant that my brethren be released from prison."
Lamoni would not interfere. The retainers kept at a respectful distance. In fear of his life the emperor promised, "If you will spare me, I will give you anything you ask, even to half my kingdom."
The Nephite had the old man where he wanted him. "Release my brethren from prison. Let Lamoni retain his kingdom. Be not displeased with him; allow him to be his own master. Then I shall spare you; otherwise I strike."
The emperor's temporary feeling of relief at being spared from this whirlwind Nephite who swept everything before him, was supplanted by wonder. Ammon had asked for nothing for himself,—only for favors for Lamoni. Should he let a stranger be more generous than he? Touched by the missionary's love for his son, he rejoined, "Because this is all you have asked, I shall have your brethren cast out of prison. My son, Lamoni, may retain his kingdom from this time and forever, and I will govern him no more."
"Come, let the mid-day meal be prepared," exclaimed Lamoni, overjoyed at the turn affairs had taken. "We will eat together."
A hastily served meal it was, that consisted mostly of cooked meat and bread taken from leather pouches, but to the diners it was relished with the sauce of interest.
The two rulers asked each other many questions. They exchanged much news of family and national interest. The emperor asked eagerly after his granddaughter Alla. Lamoni, looking at Ammon out of the tail of his eye, explained that she was temporarily indisposed.