"You found what?" Fingo smiled his disbelief, then dropped to his knees and opened the box while the novice watched nervously. The monk stirred the whiskered cylinders in the trays with one finger and whistled softly. "Hillpagan charms, aren’t they? This is old, Francisco, this is really old." He glanced at the note in the lid. "What’s this gibberish?" he asked, squinting up at the unhappy novice.