He had gotten used to riding horses, something he had never been able to do growing up on the island. It was one of the small pleasures of the Three Kingdoms he delighted in. Even though he had spent almost every morning and afternoon of the past two moons in the saddle, it still never got old. He loved the feel of the wind in his hair, the sensation of speed as they flew through the grass. He had made a mistake. In retrospect, he should not have allowed the hunters to go to the island. He had underestimated Ryuu's abilities once again. The young man was gifted, strong. But all the attack had accomplished was to give away Renzo's plans. He was sure of it. They couldn’t come to any other conclusion. When he had approached Shika, he hadn't been surprised when she turned him down, although he had hoped they could work together. They both felt the pressing need to bring the nightblades back to the Three Kingdoms, but Renzo didn't think she had the courage to go as far as was necessary. Change wouldn't happen unless the blades were pushed.
