Holy wells & saints · Royal legends · Oxfordshire
St Frideswide and the Blinded King
Binsey, beside Port Meadow, and Christ Church, Oxford
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Long ago, before there was any university in Oxford, there lived a king's daughter called Frideswide. When she was only five years old she was sent to a wise and holy woman to learn her letters, and in a few months, so the old Life says, she knew all hundred and fifty of the Psalms by heart.
When she grew up, she wanted nothing but a life of prayer. Her father built a church in Oxford, and she begged him to give it to her. There she took the veil, and twelve noble girls with her, and they all became nuns.
But a king called Algar had set his heart on marrying her. He sent messengers with sweet words, and when sweet words failed, he told them to use threats, and then force. As soon as they laid hands on her, the messengers were struck blind. All the people were amazed. The messengers begged Frideswide for mercy, she prayed for them, and their sight came back. They went home and told the king.
Algar was furious. That night an angel came to Frideswide in a dream and told her to flee to the river. There she found a boat waiting, with a young man sitting in it, and he carried her and her nuns away up the Thames. When they stepped ashore he vanished. They hid in the woods, in an old hut so thick with ivy that nobody could see the door.
Meanwhile the king rode to Oxford to seize her. But as he came up to the gate of the town, he too was struck blind, and blind he stayed. From that day, people said, the kings of England dreaded to enter Oxford at all.
In the woods Frideswide worked wonders. A little blind girl was cured with the water Frideswide had washed her hands in. A young man who had been chopping wood on a Sunday found his hand stuck fast to his axe handle until Frideswide set it free. At last she came to Binsey, a tangle of thorns the English called Thornbury, near Oxford, and built a little chapel there. It was a long walk to the river for water, so she prayed, and a spring burst out of the ground. The old writer adds that it is still there.
When she felt that she was dying, she went home to her nunnery in Oxford. On the way a leper begged her to kiss him. She made the sign of the cross and kissed him, and he was cured. She was buried in her own church.