John also, a magnificent man, keeping in this city one of the offices of the prefects, of whose gravity and truthfulness we are aware, testified to me that a patrician named Valerian had died in the city called Brixia. To him the bishop of that same city, having received a price, granted a place in the church in which he should be buried. This Valerian, indeed, up to a decrepit age had been frivolous and slippery, and scorned to set any measure to his depravities. But that same night on which he was buried, the blessed martyr Faustinus, in whose church his body had been interred, appeared to his guardian, saying: 'Go, and tell the bishop to cast out hence these stinking carcasses which he has placed here;
and if he does not do so, on the thirtieth day he himself shall die.' The guardian feared to confess this vision to the bishop, and being admonished again, he shrank from it. But on the thirtieth day the bishop of that same city, when at the evening hour, sound and unharmed, he had returned to his bed, died by a sudden and unexpected death.