The Cole Trilogy: The Physician, Shaman, and Matters of Choice by Noah Gordon Read Free Book Online

administering cleansing clysters and cutting and shaving hair, he performed surgery and prescribed remedies. Henry did his bidding for more than five years. Farrow was a stern taskmaster; he beat Henry when the apprentice made mistakes, but he taught him everything he knew, and meticulously.
    During Henry’s fourth year in Matlock—it was the year 1002—King Aethelred committed an act that would have far-reaching and terrible consequences. In his difficulties the king had allowed certain Danes to settle in southern England and had given them land, on condition that they would fight for him against his enemies. He had thus bought the services of a Danish noble named Pallig, who was husband to Gunnhilda, the sister of Swegen, King of Denmark. That year the Vikings invaded England and followed their usual tactics, slaying and burning. When they reached Southampton, the king decided to pay tribute again, and he gave the invaders twenty-four thousand pounds to go away.
    When their ships had carried the Norsemen off, Aethelred was shamed and fell into a frustrated fury. He ordered that all Danish people who were in England should be slain on St. Brice’s Day, November 13. The treacherous mass murder was carried out as the king ordered, and it seemed to unlock an evil that had been festering in the English people.
    The world had always been brutal, but after the murders of the Danes life became even more cruel. All over England violent crimes took place, witches were hunted out and put to death by hanging or burning, and a blood lust seemed to take the land.
    Henry Croft’s apprenticeship was almost completed when an elderly man named Bailey Aelerton succumbed while under Farrow’s care. There was nothing remarkable about the death, but word quickly spread that the man had died because Farrow had stuck him with needles and bewitched him.
    The previous Sunday, in the small church in Matlock the priest had disclosed that evil spirits had been heard carousing at midnight about the graves in the churchyard, engaged in carnal copulation with Satan. “It is abominable to our Saviour that the dead should rise through devilskill. They who exercise such crafts are God’s enemies,” he thundered. The Devil was among them, the priest warned, served by an army of witches disguised as human creatures and practicing black magic and secret killing.
    He armed the awestruck and terrified worshipers with a counterspell tobe used against anyone suspected of witchcraft: “Arch sorcerer who attacks my soul, your spell shall be reversed, your curse returned to you a thousandfold. In the name of the Holy Trinity restore me to health and strength again. In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. Amen.”
    And he reminded them of the biblical injunction,
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
“They must be sought out and eradicated if each of you does not wish to burn in the terrible flames of Purgatory,” he exhorted them.
    Bailey Aelerton died on Tuesday, his heart stopping as he hoed in the field. His daughter claimed she had seen needle holes on his skin. No one else had seen them for certain, but Thursday morning a mob came into Farrow’s barnyard just after the barber-surgeon had mounted his horse, preparing to visit patients. He was still looking down at Henry and giving him instructions for the day when they pulled him from the saddle.
    They were led by Simon Beck, whose land abutted Farrow’s. “Strip him,” Beck said.
    Farrow was trembling as they ripped off his clothing. “You are an arse, Beck!” he shouted. “An arse!” He looked older unclothed, his abdominal skin loose and folded, rounded shoulders narrow, muscles soft and wasted, penis shriveled small above a huge purple sac.
    “Here it is!” Beck cried. “Satan’s mark!”
    On the right side of Farrow’s groin, plainly seen, were two small dark specks, like the bite of a serpent. Beck nicked one with the point of his