She was playing a joke on him. She must have been playing a joke. Horus came out of his seat for the second time in as many minutes, having completely forgotten Fatima's words. A toad. A toad? Draped in a velvet cape, with a small crown, sitting upon a throne of toadstools. Amusing touch. He was still staring in shock as he descended the steps of his dais, still staring in shock when he arrived to stand before his mother and stare into the case. If it was the outlander, then... ridiculous. Some Celtic god had turned him into a toad? Horus looked at her, at those eyes twinkling with mirth and something else. She had plans, yes. He could see that very well.
What those plans were... well, it didn't bode well for the outlander, did it?
"How..."
Horus paused. Tapped a finger against the plastic, and was rewarded with a jerking movement from the toad.