Post by King Laman II
This is a tale not of vengeance alone, but of mercy woven through our righteous wrath. Today, I recount how we tracked down Amulon and the priests of Noah, found with our stolen daughters, and how the hearts of our kin—softened by those we sought to save—led to a path unforeseen. Hear me, for this is a story of justice tempered by compassion, and a new bond forged in our lands.
The hunt began after our clash with Limhi’s Nephites, when whispers of Noah’s exiled priests stirred my suspicions. Our daughters, taken from us in the night, were a wound that demanded healing. I rallied my warriors, and we scoured the wilderness, our steps fueled by fury and love. Days stretched long, but at last, we found them: Amulon and his priests, and with them, our daughters, weary but alive.
Amulon, ever the serpent, raised his voice in protest, claiming they meant to protect our daughters, not harm them. I cared little for his words—my eyes were on our kin, their faces a mix of fear and hope. We bound the priests, freeing our daughters, and I prepared to unleash the full weight of our anger upon these men who had dared defile our honor.
A marvel unfolded. Our daughters, strong in spirit despite their ordeal, stepped forward. They spoke not of vengeance but of understanding, their voices soft yet piercing. They told us how these priests, outcasts from their own people, had taken them not out of malice but in desperation, seeking wives to build a life in exile. The priests had treated them with care, they said, and in their time together, bonds had formed—not of captivity, but of choice. My warriors murmured, their swords wavering, and I felt my own heart stir.
I am my father’s son, taught to weigh justice with wisdom. The sight of our daughters, pleading not for blood but for mercy, softened even the hardest among us. I looked upon Amulon and his men, their heads bowed, and saw not only guilt but potential. Could these Nephites, humbled by their deeds, serve our people in a new way? After council with my captains, I made my decree: the priests would not die. Instead, I took them as sons-in-law, binding them to our daughters and our people, a union to heal old wounds. We returned home with songs of reunion, our daughters restored and their chosen husbands at their side. In time, I saw fit to place Amulon over a group of Nephites—Alma and his followers—who had come under our dominion. Amulon, now tied to us by family, proved a capable overseer, ensuring their labor strengthened our lands. Some may question my choice, but I see clearly: mercy has made us stronger, turning foes into kin.
