The same thing happened to the holy gardener, Phocas.

The soldiers were really distressed, for they had conceived a great friendship for him.

I saw him led with his two companions to a small neighbouring town, where they were questioned.

They were not put in prison, but permitted to go whither they pleased, as prisoners on their word, and only made to wear a distinctive park on the shoulder.

Later, they were all three beheaded on a hill, situated between the little town and Longinus's house, and there buried.