It was for conspiracy with a priest to waste the king's life by sorcery that Eleanor Cobham did penance through the streets of London.

The mist which wrapped the battle-field of Barnet was attributed to the incantations of Friar Bungay.

The one pure figure which rises out of the greed, the selfishness, the scepticism of the time, the figure of Joan of Arc, was looked on by the doctors and priests who judged her as that of a sorceress.
The prevalence of such beliefs tells its own tale of the intellectual state of the clergy.

They were ceasing in fact to be an intellectual class at all.

The monasteries were no longer seats of learning.