At his feet the rocks bristling with green seaweed and tawny wrack seemed like black dragons as they faced the foam of the waves with their monstrous breasts.

He watched the sun descending into the ocean like a red Host whose glorious blood gave a purple tone to the clouds and to the summits of the waves.

And the holy man saw in this the image of the mystery of the Cross, by which the divine blood has clothed the earth with a royal purple.

In the offing a line of dark blue marked the shores of the island of Gad, where St.Bridget, who had been given the veil by St.Malo, ruled over a convent of women.
Now Bridget, knowing the merits of the venerable Mael, begged from him some work of his hands as a rich present.

Mael cast a hand-bell of bronze for her and, when it was finished, he blessed it and threw it into the sea.