“The Scottish called it glamer,” Cal said. “Glamour. It’s an old kind of magic. An illusion to make something appear different than it really is. A monster might look like a beautiful maiden. A ruined castle appears to be a golden palace. A baby is…” Her voice drifted off. Apollo found himself speaking to the puppet just as Cal said the children would. “Not a baby,” he whispered. “What a smart boy,” the puppet said. “But this isn’t a fairy tale,” Apollo answered. “Are you sure?”
