The Physician (The Cole Trilogy)

The Physician (The Cole Trilogy)

Noah Gordon

Language: English

Pages: 765

ISBN: 1453271104

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Now a major motion picture: Noah Gordon’s beloved masterwork—read by millions in thirty-five countries
In eleventh-century London, a child holds the hand of his dying mother and is terrified, aware something is taking her. Orphaned and given to an itinerant barber-surgeon, Rob Cole becomes a fast-talking swindler, peddling a worthless medicine. But as he matures, his strange gift—an acute sensitivity to impending death—never leaves him, and he yearns to become a healer.
Arab madrassas are the only authentic medical schools, and he makes his perilous way to Persia. Christians are barred from Muslim schools, but claiming he is a Jew, he studies under the world’s most renowned physician, Avicenna. How the woman who is his great love struggles against her only rival—medicine—makes a riveting modern classic.
The Physician is the first book in Noah Gordon’s Dr. Robert Cole trilogy, which continues with Shaman and concludes with Matters of Choice.

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lined with sheepskin; a cone-shaped turban support called a qalansuwa; and a brown turban. “Do you have green?” “This is better. The green turban is poor, heavy stuff, worn by students and the poorest of the poor.” “Nevertheless I want it,” Rob insisted, and Khuff gave him the cheap green turban and a hard look of scorn. Minions with watchful eyes leaped to do the captain’s bidding when he called for his personal horse, which turned out to be an Arab stallion bearing resemblance to the gray

the skin and is therefore the best place for cutting.” When the surgeons opened the Sultan corruption sprang forth, Khendi said, and to rid Mahmud of the remaining pus, they inserted drains. “Did the cutting scalpel have a round blade or a pointed one?” al-Juzjani asked. “Did they dose him for the pain?” “Were the drains fashioned of tin or of linen wicks?” “Was the pus dark or white?” “Were there traces of blood in it?” “Lords! My lords, I am a drovers’ captain and not a hakim!” Khendi

house without looking back at the gray monk. Now he was less afraid of arrest than of killers hired by a powerful man to get rid of an embarrassment. He hurried to Thorne’s stables and paid his bill and took his horse. At the house on Thames Street, he paused only long enough to collect the things that had become essential parts of his life. He was weary of leaving places in a desperate hurry and then of traveling vast distances, but he had become swift and expert at it. When Brother Paulinus

by juggling. While you have their eyes I go to this left tunic pocket, where blue is always kept. I appear to cover a cough with my hand, and the coil of ribbon is in my mouth. In a moment, when their attention again is on me, I discover the ribbon’s end between my lips and pull it, bit by bit. When the first knot reaches my teeth, it slips. When the second knot arrives I know I am at two yards, and I cut the ribbon and present it.” Rob was delighted to learn the trick yet let down by the

the blood rushing into his cheeks. “I didn’t intend to deceive him. I wished to see for myself the results of your couching,” he said. “And it seemed the simplest way to explain my interest.” Merlin smiled and nodded. As they rode he explained the surgical method he had used to remove Thorpe’s cataracts. “It is not an operation I would advise anyone doing on his own,” he said pointedly, and Rob nodded, for he had no intention of going off to operate on any person’s eyes! Whenever they came to a

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