It is said that of those thousands, that chivalric host, which was slaughtered at Agincourt, not one in twenty could write his name.

All alike were cruel and had the instincts of barbarians.

While the Duke of Burgundy, the richest prince in Europe, was starving his enemies in secret dungeons in the Bastille, his Orleans rival, Count of Armagnac, not having access to the Bastille, was decapitating Burgundians till his executioners fainted from fatigue.
It is almost with relief that we read of the slaughter of these knightly savages at Agincourt.

If the shipwreck of a mighty kingdom was to be averted, two things must be done.

The decaying corpse of feudalism must be thrown overboard, and the Church must be purified.
Both had fallen from the ideals which created them; the ideal of truth, justice, and spotless honor, and the ideal of divine love and mercy.
Even the semblance of truth and justice and honor had departed from the one; and unspeakable corruption had crept into the other.