Alma the Younger by H.B. Moore

Author:H.B. Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fiction, Christian Fiction, Christian Historical Fiction, Religious, inspirational fiction
Publisher: Mirror Press, LLC
Published: 2017-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

The Lord preserveth all them that love him: but all the wicked will he destroy.

—Psalm 145:20

Alma the Younger

"With this seal," Alma said, holding up the high priest seal stolen from his father's house, "We can infiltrate any church in any village, including the main city churches of Zarahemla."

The heads of the council members nodded in agreement.

Alma turned his pointed gaze to Kaman. The festivities of the week had wound down late the previous night, and now the council met in their first official gathering. It had been an eventful week. Gifts of all kinds had been delivered to Alma's new home hourly, sometimes several in an hour, not only from their own village, but from people in surrounding villages who wanted to join in Alma's cause of freedom from king Mosiah's religious edicts.

Alma's wardrobe was now stocked with the finest cloth in Zarahemla, ranging from robes, to fur capes, to several headdresses. he had rows of necklaces and nearly a dozen jeweled rings.

Still, Alma wore little to betray the extravagance in his wardrobe. he did not want to draw undue attention as he traveled about the land or draw notice to his high-ranking status. Wherever he went, he wore the half-moon jade necklace that Belicia had given him concealed beneath his robes.

Inside the Isidro village, he let the splendor show, knowing it made the villagers proud, especially when they could pick out something they had given him. It was amazing that these poor citizens had such luxurious items, but it was mainly because they had seen better days, and now they were not able to trade in their luxury goods for food or sturdy clothing due to the tensions.

The king's sons had spent a couple of nights at Alma's new home already, now that his home was quite a bit more lavish than his old hut. The judgment hall was a two-story building with several bedchambers housed on the upper floor. The main floor consisted of a gathering room, a large cooking room, and Alma's bedchamber.

Enticing aromas drifted into the council room. Kaman had arranged for female servants to provide the food for the judgment hall, now renamed the "chief 's house."

"Step one is to infiltrate their congregations and gain their trust," Alma said. "step two will be to set the traps."

The men on the council looked at him with interest as Alma continued. "Just as I set a trap for a wild boar or a wild turkey, we must proceed with stealth. As we gain information from the congregations, we will take our final revenge for Belicia—our goddess Bel—as she has instructed."

The men knew of Alma's dream and of Belicia's wishes for the village. At the mention of her name, they all lifted the jade necklaces to their lips.

"Excellent!" Kaman declared, rubbing his hands together, a grin spreading on his face.

"Ammon has brought us sheaves of skins for writing on from the king's own temple so that nothing will be suspected." Alma held up a sheaf of skin to demonstrate.

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