The bonfire burned brightly, the night air was warm, the welcoming feast was simple yet solemn. Simple in the food that was served, solemn in the samurai's etiquette.
King Aweit sat in the central seat of honor, with Xiulote taking the place nearby. One after another, the military leaders came forward, successively toasting the king and his highness, then presenting the flowers of spring, along with the most precious spoils of war. Aweit watched the assembly with a smile, engaging in cordial conversations, occasionally praising the achievements of various commanders-in-chief, then inquiring about the casualties of the troops. Xiulote, on the other hand, maintained his silence, nodding to the officers while contemplating the next steps in his plan.
When the round of toasts from the generals was complete and the situation of the Northern Army was more or less clear, Aweit stood up from the main seat with a laugh and raised his glass to address the officers magnanimously.
