He snorts. "Erryone knows that the Baron is as superstitious as they come. Scarcely uses the john else his sign is rising." A pause and he taps his nose. "That's a joke there, girly. I don't talk ill of my liege. But he puts, if one asks me, far too much stock in his soothsayer's jabber and not enough in what's in front of his nose. He gets tellings for all of his projects, and this 'un was to be a prize of his new line." He strokes Star again. "But oh, I don't know the details, but mercury was in retrograde and Equus starred rising forfends the fall of Lupus... something along those claptraps, and he daren't keep her in his stables, else the fall of the house is fortold."
A shake of his head. "For me, magic is what you hold in your hands. A whisper of willow, healing and strength of oak, pulling water from the air. Useful stuff. None of that sidhe frippery. But it brought her to you, so many you'll benefit, eh? She's done well here."