Wondrous
Martyrological notice
Wondrous, now, was the holy Ciaran of Saiger. Many cattle he had, for there were ten doors to the shed of his kine and ten stalls for every door, . . . and there were ten calves in every stall, and ten cows with every calf. So long as he was alive Ciaran consumed not any kind,, small or great, of their relish (obsonium) nor of their great produce : but distributed it to the poor and needy of the Lord. Moreover Ciaran had fifty horses broken-in for ploughing and for tilling the earth, but it seems that of what they tilled he ate not a single cake so long as he was alive. This was his dinner every night, a little bit of barley-bread, and spring-water as drink with it, and two roots of sea-fern (?) as relish for it. Now skins of fawns was the raiment that he wore, and a wet quilt over them outside. A bolster of stone was at his head when he used to sleep.
Historical martyrology witness · The Martyrology of Oengus the Culdee (1905)
Wondrous, now, was the holy Ciaran of Saiger. Many cattle he had, for there were ten doors to the shed of his kine and ten stalls for every door, . . . and there were ten calves in every stall, and ten cows with every calf. So long as he was alive Ciaran consumed not any kind,, small or great, of their relish (obsonium) nor of their great produce : but distributed it to the poor and needy of the Lord. Moreover Ciaran had fifty horses broken-in for ploughing and for tilling the earth, but it seems that of what they tilled he ate not a single cake so long as he was alive. This was his dinner every night, a little bit of barley-bread, and spring-water as drink with it, and two roots of sea-fern (?) as relish for it. Now skins of fawns was the raiment that he wore, and a wet quilt over them outside. A bolster of stone was at his head when he used to sleep.