“Could Rievor be hiding himself behind some magical cloak?” I asked my other self. “No,” he said. “I believe… — Matt Hughes

“Then how is it done?”

“By magic, I suppose. How else?”

“That is a foolish and flippant answer,” he said. “‘Oh, it’s magic,’ is not a handy solution to every mystery. I am not the child.”

When the Wheel turns, much that is impossible in the old phase becomes commonplace in the new.

“I have a plan.”

“What kind of plan?”

“A daring and bold one,” he said.

“Is that wise?”

“It has to be that kind of plan. It’s that kind of cosmos.”