Did a burgher sicken and die, witchcraft was charged to the Cagot; did a reckless mob seek to vent its spite, it fell upon the Cagot.
"A Midsummer Drive Through The Pyrenees"
Edwin Asa Dix
While Lascaro waited there, Entered I the lonely hut Of the Cagot, and I clasped Straight his hand in brotherhood.
"Atta Troll"
Heinrich Heine