Corianton: A Nephite StoryRoberts, B. H. (Brigham Henry)
Religion
Corianton: A Nephite Story
Roberts, B. H. (Brigham Henry)
Latter Day Saints -- Fiction
By this they had reached a lakelet at the lower end of the garden,
from whose moist beach grew several gigantic mango and sycamore trees.
They had passed in the shadow of one of the latter whose inclining
trunk extended far out over the water-lily bedecked lake. Half seating
herself on the inclined tree, she raised her hand to clutch a grape
vine that drooped from a branch above, and as she did so the ample
folds of her sleeve slipped back and left uncovered a beautiful white
arm. And now Corianton noticed for the first time that the form was
supple and finely proportioned. Her head, too, had been covered with a
kind of mantilla which had also partly shrouded her face; this fell
back now, revealing a face of uncommon loveliness, and a profusion of
brown hair.
"You must know then, sir prophet," she said with a light air, "that I
am Joan, from Siron; my father is a Nephite by birth, but when young
met with my mother, taken captive during a war with your people. He
fell in love with the captive, married her and she induced him to go
with her to her people. They settled in Siron where they lived happily
until my mother died. My father still lives, and has never been
entirely rid of the traditions of the Nephites, and hearing that a
party of Nephite prophets were preaching in Antionum, it was his wish
that I should come to our kinsman Seantum, find you, and ask that you
would also preach in Siron."
"But why did you come to me? I do not lead our party, I am youngest in
it."
"Ah, sir prophet, you are more famous than you know. It was Corianton
that we first heard of in Siron; it is he whose eloquence most baffles
the Zoramites, and threatens the disruption of their church--believe
me, sir, I was charged by my father to bid you come."
Oh, flattery! what man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms!
And how those charms are heightened, when flattery falls from beauty's
lips! The vanity of Corianton was well pleased with the words of the
woman; pride swelled his bosom, and he felt exalted above his
brethren.
"For two days I have sought you" (Corianton had been absent two days
from his lodgings), "now I have found you and delivered my message,
will you go to Siron?"
"I cannot say, lady, I must first confer with my brethren, and if by
them it is thought best, I--"
"What! are you not free to come and go where and when you like. Are
you in bondage?"
"No, lady, not in bondage, yet it is mete I counsel with my
associates, and if--"
"And 'if' they give you leave, why then you'll go! Ah me, that is such
liberty as a maiden has under her father's control. I've often wished
myself a man, that I might have a more extended liberty, but if men
cannot act independent of control, it pleases me that I am a woman. I
fear, Sir prophet, that I shall never be a convert to your faith."
"Then I would esteem my success in Siron of little value though I
gained the whole people, if I failed to number one so fair among those
who followed me."
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