[p. 49]

On a time when many prisoners had been taken, Philip was overseeing their sale, sitting with his tunic pulled up in an unseemly way. So one of the men who were being sold cried out, ‘Spare me, Philip, for I am a friend of your father's.’ And when Philip askeds ‘Where, sirrah, and how carne you to be such ?’ the man said, ‘I wish to tell you privately, if I may come near you.’ And when hewas brought forward, he said, ‘Put your cloak a little lower, for you are exposing too much of yourself as you are sitting now.’ And Philip said, ‘Let him go free, for it had escaped me that he is a truly loyal friend.’