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IN the refectory, it is stated,
there was a fire which had been sent down thither from heaven, and
which St. Serf’s disciples watched by turns in the night, one after
another, that it might not be suffered to go out. On a certain night,
however, when the blessed Kentigern was watching the fire, he was overcome
by sleep, during which the sacred fire died out, or, as is also said, was
put out by some of his fellow disciples who were moved by envy towards
him. "But the holy boy," when he awoke, broke off a frozen branch from a
neighbouring hazel, and, breathing on it in the name of the Holy Trinity,
blow it into a flame, with which he rekindled the sacred lire in the
presence of his companions. The tree of the city arms has sprung out of
this branch. |
