The Latin & Irish Lives of Ciaran: Translations Of Christian Literature. Series V. Lives Of; The Celtic Saints
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The Latin & Irish Lives of Ciaran: Translations Of Christian Literature. Series V. Lives Of; The Celtic Saints
Ciaran, Saint, abbot of Clonmacnois
18. Now it came to pass that there was scarcity of corn and sustenance
in that school, so that it was necessary for a strong man of them in
turn to protect the sack of grain that was being carried to the mill.
It happened that Ciaran, in his turn, was carrying a sack of oats to
the mill. As he was opening the sack, he said, "O Lord," said he, "I
would that this were fine wheat, so that it were a great and a kindly
and a pleasant satisfaction to the elders." And so it came to pass:
the angel of God took the mill in his hands, and he [Ciaran] was
rendering his Psalms in purity of heart and mind, and the oats which
were being put in were choice wheat as they were coming out.
Now the daughter of the bailiff of the mill came, amorous for Ciaran;
and she gave her love to him, for fairer was he in form than any other
of his time. "Most hard for thee is that,"[22] said Ciaran. "Is it not
these things to which thou shouldest give heed--the passing of the
world, and the Day of Judgment, and the pains of Hell to shun them,
and the rewards of Heaven to earn them?" When the maiden went home,
she tells that tale to her father and her mother. They came and
offered the maiden to Ciaran. "If she sacrifice her virginity to God,"
said Ciaran, "and if she serve Him, I will be in union with her." Then
the maiden offered her virginity to God and to Ciaran, and her folk
offered their perpetual service and perpetual subjecthood to Ciaran
from that onward.
When they went to their house, a portion was sent to Ciaran by them,
to wit, three wheaten cakes, with their meed of suet and flesh, and
a vessel full of ale. When the servants left it, and received a
blessing, he said, "Mercy on us," said he, "it is not right for us to
eat of this, with exclusion of the other brethren." Thereafter he cast
all the food, after shredding it fine, upon the mill, and he cast the
ale likewise, so that all was turned to fine flour.
When Ciaran perceived the servant spying on him at the roof-ridge,
he spake a word against him, saying, "May the crane," said he, "take
thine eye out of thy head!"[23] And so it came to pass; for a pet
crane plucked his eye out of his head, so that it was on his cheek as
he was going home. The bailiff came straightway with the servant, and
they did obeisance to Ciaran, and he offered the mill with all its
land to Ciaran for the healing of the lad. Ciaran laid his palm on the
eye and put it in its place, and he made the sign of the cross upon it
so that it became sound.
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