‘Yeah, I get what you mean, my relationship with my dad was the same’ I confide. ‘When we trained, he was the strictest of all the trainers with me and my siblings. He always seemed to work us harder and longer than anyone else. At the time, I hated it, and felt like it wasn’t fair, but now I’m older, I realise he was showing us all how much he loved us. He would be gutted to lose a warrior in a war, but to lose one of us because he hadn’t trained us to the best of our abilities? That would have devastated him.’
The warrior nods, holding my gaze for a second before picking up the wine and filling both glasses. Handing one to me, he held his own up in a toast, ‘to fathers who taught us everything we needed to know’ he said.
I clinked my glass to his, ‘to fathers who taught us how to take
