Charlotte cleared her throat. "My gift fer ye, Odo, is bestowed unto ye through these words and in this pyxis. It is my invocation to ye to accept this gift, and with persistence, may ye dwell upon these words and heed my precept ~ fer gift lays within. Gift is my legacy. Blessed be to yer. Anon, yer father."

Odo nodded. "I see it now."

"And what do we do with this?" Charlotte held the vellum up. "Cathal?"

"I cannot influence yer; this is ...