Local folklore offers a much more colorful explanation for how this limestone rock ended up in the middle of a flat plain. Legend says that the Devil was flying across the landscape, fleeing from Saint Patrick. In a fit of architectural rage, the Devil bit a huge chunk out of the Slieve Bloom Mountains 20 miles to the north, but because the rock was so tough, he broke a tooth and spat the piece out here, creating the Rock of Cashel. If you look north on a clear day, you can still see the gap in the mountains known as the Devil’s Bit. The site is also profoundly linked to Saint Patrick’s ministry. He is said to have baptized King Aengus here in the fifth century. During the ceremony, the Saint accidentally drove his sharp-tipped staff, or crozier, straight through the King’s foot. Remarkably, the King did not cry out, believing the agonizing pain was simply a standard part of the baptismal ritual. Today, you can see the twelfth-century Saint Patrick’s Cross in the museum, which commemorates this historic meeting of pagan royalty and Christian faith.