Ammon's joy in his work was now almost complete. His prayers had been many, his supplications unending, that the Lord would not forget His promise of Eternal Life to many who sat in darkness, and who had no light. He remembered the times when the iniquities of the Lamanites had filled the hearts of the faithful Nephites with pain and sorrow, how the wicked traditions of the Lamanite fathers had prevented both peoples from living together in peace and happiness. Ammon now saw things were changing. He fell upon his knees, and with prayer and thanksgiving poured out his soul to the Great Giver of all these things. Ammon's heart swelled within him. He, like the king and queen, could not contain the brightness of the glory that encircled them, nor the completeness of the joy that rebounded time and time again in their hearts; Ammon also sank down to the ground at the side of the king and queen, overcome by the Majesty of Him who reigns on High.