Gonji fairly glowed after the hearty repast. He felt like breaking out in song—one of his mother’s battle skalds would have done nicely had he not feared his hosts would think him mad.During the meal Gonji allowed the glow of satisfaction to shine through, but never did he truly lower his guard. He had long since cultivated a wariness of the too facile friendship of peaceful people. Too often it masked contempt. He was much more at ease in the company of warriors, where true feelings surfaced quickly and could be counted on, however hostile.Among the Gundersens only Wilf wore his emotions like garments, and Gonji found himself warming to the man more readily than to his reserved kin. His hard thews and rough-and-ready exterior belied a spark of genuine, if uncultured, intelligence and a poignant wit. And with amusement Gonji noted in Wilf the buoyant sense of wonder of youth. With capricious ease Wilf shifted from brooding fears for his beloved at the castle, to unreasoning outrage and demands of action against the invaders, to enthusiastic interest in the samurai way of life, the code of bushido, and Gonji’s own experiences in warfare.
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