[...] One day, when Winifred's father and mother were absent, a youth of royal blood who was out hunting grew thirsty, and coming to Teuyth's home asked for water wherewith to quench his thirst.

Winifred was alone, and the youth, perceiving her great beauty, began to speak to her in a manner that was not fitting. The maiden, wishful to escape his insults, ran from him to the little chapel where Beuno was, but the young man pursued her to the chapel door, where he struck her with his sword in anger that she had run from him. He struck deeper than he meant — the red blood flowed from the throat of the girl, who fell to the ground. Hearing an outcry, Beuno hastened from the chapel. There, fallen across the doorway, lay Winifred, the maiden he had taught, while the young man was hastily galloping away, and where the blood trickled to the ground a spring of clear water bubbled up. Under Beuno's loving care Winifred soon recovered, but to this day there is the famous well of Saint Winifred — that holy well in Flintshire, where sick and infirm people may bathe in its healing waters. Saint Beuno moved from place to place until at last he went to Clynnog, and here he ended his days. [...]