CHAPTER 28
What if I can’t keep this under control, George thought, in the huntsman’s office after lunch on Sunday. That glamour in the woods was all external, but now he was trying to change his own appearance again. The last thing he wanted was to trigger that horned man form.
He was afraid to try it alone, but yesterday’s excursion with the glamoured Ceridwen made it clear how much this was a basic tool. He’d have to learn to master it.
He was taking a break, interrupting the selection of materials for his apprentices to study with practice on his glamours. The internal window to the dark nursing pen that still held Aeronwy served as an adequate mirror.
His most recent attempt had yielded an implausibly tall female who strode about like a man and had only the faintest understanding
