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    Charming Sharra
    Charming Sharra
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    Charming Sharra

    By Lawrence Watt-Evans

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    Life can be hard in Ethshar of the Sands, especially when you're an aging diva whose husband has just left you. Never mind that he gave her their house and plenty of money. Never mind that he no longer loves her and never wants to see her again. Or hear her voice. Or interact with her in any way, shape, or form. Dulzan just wants his freedom to be a humble carpenter.
    Sharra wants Dulzan, though, and that's all that counts in her head and heart. And as so often happens with a wife scorned, she turns to magic to get her way. Because she has to have him, no matter the cost.
    A legend of Ethshar from the best-selling author of The Misenchanted Sword and With a Single Spell.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWildside Press
    Release dateDec 4, 2023
    ISBN9781667682914
    Charming Sharra
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    Lawrence Watt-Evans

    Born and raised in Massachusetts, Lawrence Watt-Evans has been a full-time writer and editor for more than twenty years. The author of more than thirty novels, over one hundred short stories, and more than one hundred and fifty published articles, Watt-Evans writes primarily in the fields of science fiction, fantasy, horror, and comic books. His short fiction has won the Hugo Award as well as twice winning the Asimov's Readers Award. His fiction has been published in England, Germany, Italy, Japan, Spain, Poland, France, Hungary, and Russia He served as president of the Horror Writers Association from 1994 to 1996 and after leaving that office was the recipient of HWA's first service award ever. He is also a member of Novelists Inc., and the Science Fiction Writers of America. Married with two children, he and his wife Julie live in Maryland.

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      Charming Sharra - Lawrence Watt-Evans

      Table of Contents

      Charming Sharra

      Copyright Information

      The Legends of Ethshar

      Dedication

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Epilogue

      Charming Sharra

      Lawrence Watt-Evans

      A Legend of Ethshar

      Copyright Information

      Copyright © 2024 by Lawrence Watt-Evans

      Cover art copryight © 2024 by Vincent Di Fate.

      Published by Wildside Press LLC.

      wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

      The Legends of Ethshar

      The Misenchanted Sword

      With A Single Spell

      The Unwilling Warlord

      The Blood of A Dragon

      Taking Flight

      The Spell of the Black Dagger

      Night of Madness

      Ithanalin’s Restoration

      The Spriggan Mirror

      The Vondish Ambassador

      The Unwelcome Warlock

      The Sorcerer’s Widow

      Relics of War

      Stone Unturned

      Tales of Ethshar

      Charming Sharra

      Dedication

      To

      all the readers who

      have kept Ethshar alive

      Chapter One

      Sharra stared at her husband in angry confusion, her arms folded across her chest. What do you think you’re doing? she demanded.

      He stuffed the last three tunics from the pile on the bed into the duffel. I’m leaving, he said, as he tugged at the drawstrings. I’ll be sleeping in my shop until I can find someplace else.

      What do you mean, you’re leaving? She uncrossed her arms and shouted, You can’t leave!

      Dulzan hoisted the bag onto his shoulder. Yes, Sharra, I can. You can have the house and everything in it—you chose it all, after all. I’ll send over a share of my money, too. You can have that, but you can’t have me. I am leaving you, and I hope I never see you again.

      But we’re married! she said, grabbing his arm. You love me! You can’t go!

      He shook off her hand. "We’re married, yes, but I visited the magistrate this morning, and a year and a day from now we won’t be. I don’t love you—I’m not sure I ever did, but I certainly don’t now. And I can do as I please, something I took much too long to realize. I am going, and I won’t be back."

      She stepped into the doorway, blocking his path. "I won’t let you go! You’re my husband, and you belong here."

      He let out a deep sigh. "Sharra, I am leaving. I do not belong in Brightside. I was born and raised in Crafton, and I’m going home. I have had more than enough of your demands and constant quarreling, of being dragged to boring parties so you can show me off to strangers, and to your supposed friends you don’t even like, and of you belittling my friends—who I do like, more than I like you. I’m tired of walking half a mile to my shop every day instead of living close by, because Crafton isn’t good enough for you and you insisted we had to live here. I’m tired of you. After more than twenty years, I’m done. I am not going to spend the rest of my life listening to you. It’s past time I gave up on the idea that you’re ever going to change."

      Is there someone else? she demanded. "Another woman? I don’t mind if you want to marry someone else, I know it isn’t fashionable to have multiple wives, but I’d rather have that than see you leave—I’d still be the senior even if she’s the one in your bed. I could cope with it. Please, Dulzan!"

      There isn’t anyone else, Sharra—not yet, anyway.

      Is it that Tanna? Terrek’s daughter?

      "There isn’t anyone else, Sharra!"

      "But then why do you want to leave me?"

      "For one thing, because you won’t shut up. For another, because all you care about is what other people think of you, even though you’re a terrible judge of what they really think, and I’m tired of it. For a third, you’re constantly nitpicking, and demanding, and unhappy. When was the last time you laughed? Do you even remember how to laugh?"

      Of course I do! I laughed when that ninny Thed the Younger fell off the Fishertown pier!

      He almost drowned.

      But he looked so ridiculous!

      He met her gaze for a moment, then shook his head. Goodbye, Sharra. He pushed her aside, none too gently, and marched out of the bedroom.

      She followed him down the stairs, still pleading, and out onto the front steps, but there she stopped. She did not want to let the neighbors see them fighting. She watched as Dulzan strolled down Straight South Street, looking not the least bit troubled by either the bundle on his shoulder or the fact that he was deserting his wife. In fact, there was a bounce in his step she had not seen in years, and she thought she even heard him humming.

      How could he do this to her? Worst of all, why did he look happy about it?

      And what was she supposed to do now? She had built her entire life around him! She had devoted herself to keeping his house spotlessly clean and tastefully decorated—and of course she had made him buy a house that was worthy of him, getting out of that run-down place in Crafton and into their lovely home here in Brightside. She had made sure all their neighbors knew that he was not just any carpenter, but a master cabinetmaker. She had watched to see that he only took on apprentices worthy of him—boys from good families, boys with sound teeth and good clothes, no ragged beggars from the Wall Street Field, no foul-smelling brats from Fishertown. She had not let him take on a girl, of course; who ever heard of a really good female cabinetmaker? She didn’t want him to waste his time on someone who wouldn’t reflect well on him. Besides, she didn’t want him spending his days with a teenage girl.

      He had sometimes remarked that if she really wanted his apprentices to reflect well him, she wouldn’t have chosen that fumble-fingered idiot Zalmin, who didn’t even want to be a cabinetmaker, but she had always pointed out how rich and well-connected his parents were, and that the other two she had chosen for him had turned out well. Besides, who cared what the apprentices wanted, so long as their parents were pleased?

      Alas, she had never been able to convince him to move his business out of Crafton; she had explained to him that he would make more money, and attract an even better grade of apprentice, if he relocated his shop to somewhere in Brightside—perhaps Luxury Street. He had agreed that might be nice, but said that moving everything would be expensive and time-consuming, and somehow it never happened, no matter how often she reminded him. She never gave up reminding him, though, no matter how little attention he paid.

      She had made sure they didn’t have any children to distract her from her devotion to him; she had visited Mother Maffi, the witch in Eastside, every month without fail. She hadn’t told him that, of course; when he brought up the subject she had always said it was just bad luck that she had never conceived. She had done everything for Dulzan.

      And now he was gone.

      But he would be back, she told herself. He would realize he couldn’t get along without her. He would grow tired of a cold and lonely bed…

      Unless he really was seeing that horrible Tanna, or some other nasty young woman.

      She needed to know what he was doing down there in Crafton, Sharra told herself. If he was really sleeping alone then surely, he would come back to her! He would get lonely, and she had taken care of herself, she was still desirable.

      And if he wasn’t sleeping alone, then she wanted to know who her rival was, the better to destroy her.

      Dulzan turned left onto Copper Street, out of her sight; she stared a moment longer, in hopes he would reappear, but when he did not she stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her.

      She marched from room to room, straightening nicknacks and adjusting rugs, then stalked upstairs to tidy the bedroom; he had left the wardrobe standing open, and a dozen other things were out of place.

      He had also left half his clothes, and the better half. The embroidered silk tunics she had bought him for Festival, one a year for each of the last eight years, were still in the wardrobe. The velvet breeches, the black suede kilt, the polished boots with silver buckles—they were all still there.

      She had a moment of hope—surely, he would not have left all those expensive clothes if he really never meant to come back!

      But then she realized that those were exactly the clothes he would have left—the ones that were too delicate for everyday use, the ones that he had not actually worn in months or years. They would be of no use in a carpentry shop. He had only worn them when he accompanied her to elegant parties, or to events at the Palace, and without her to wangle invitations, he would not be attending any more such gatherings.

      He probably thought that was a good thing! Where would he be without her to improve his behavior?

      But then she frowned. Much as she hated to admit it, he had never really wanted to improve himself, no matter what she had done to explain it to him. He just wanted to spend his time with his friends and family in Crafton—despite years of effort on her part, he didn’t want to be part of the city’s elite, chatting with lords and ladies. He just wanted to build beautiful things in that foul-smelling shop of his, and tell stupid jokes with the neighbors, and go to Tizzi’s Tavern to eat their spicy fried fish, drink their strong beer, and sing bawdy songs with his friends as the beer got to him. Then, when he’d had enough, he would come home to sleep soundly before starting over again the next day, and he never seemed happy when Sharra forced him to change this routine. He didn’t care that his work was so fine he could have charged the sort of prices for his cabinetry that wizards charged for spells, rather than the pittance other carpenters earned. He knew that he had furnished the overlord’s own office, and he was proud of that, but he didn’t want to do anything with it; he wouldn’t advertise it to the wealthy people of Brightside. He barely spoke to them; he dismissed them as her friends. It drove Sharra half mad with frustration sometimes, that he didn’t want to better himself.

      Why would he leave her? She was the one who was constantly disappointed!

      Why would he want to leave her? He said it was because she never shut up, but she had always been talkative. She hadn’t changed. They had gotten together when she was eighteen and he was twenty-three, and she was still just the same as she had been then.

      She frowned. Or was she? She closed the wardrobe and looked at herself in the mirror.

      She had been quite a beauty in her day; that was why Dulzan wanted her in the first place. She was still attractive, but she had to admit she was not what she had been when they first met. Her hair was not quite as glossy, her skin not as smooth, her bosom perhaps a bit less prominent. When she frowned at her reflection it wasn’t cute anymore, and there were lines at the corners of her mouth.

      Maybe that was it. Maybe she wasn’t pretty enough anymore. She had always known that Dulzan had married her for her looks—but then, she had married him for his looks. Those muscles! That smile! And even as a journeyman he had obviously been destined for success; his work had always been wonderful. That idol of Piskor the Generous that he had carved for his mother’s household shrine was amazing, and only seemed to get even more beautiful with time.

      Sharra had never quite completed her own apprenticeship; she had decided she would rather be Dulzan’s wife than a journeyman weaver, so she had walked out of her parents’ shop and never bothered with the final assessment. She had devoted herself to taking care of her husband instead, and had not touched a loom in over twenty years—but now she might need to find a way to earn her own living. He had said he would send her money, but she doubted it would be enough to live on for the rest of her life.

      She stared at her reflection. Maybe if she was still young and beautiful he wouldn’t have left.

      Or maybe if she was young and beautiful again, he would come back! She frowned, then immediately caught herself—that frown made her look awful.

      Youth spells were expensive. Maybe she could buy a love spell, instead. The next time she visited Eastside she would ask Mother Maffi about that.

      But there were stories about love spells going wrong, and a youth spell had a certain appeal all its own—not only would she be beautiful enough to lure Dulzan back, but it would extend her own life by decades. Mortality was not exactly looming, she wasn’t yet forty, but pushing the inevitable back a couple of decades might be nice.

      Well, she did not need to decide immediately. After all, Dulzan might come back on his own, once he had spent a night or two alone, and had lived without anyone to pick up after him, or prepare healthy meals for him.

      She would wait and see.

      And if he did come back, she would make sure to remind him regularly how silly he had been to ever think he could live without her.

      Chapter Two

      Dulzan did not return.

      Sharra waited three days, to let him stew a little, before she even told anyone he was gone, let alone visited his shop. She spent three days visiting her friends in Brightside, browsing the stores in the Merchants’ Quarter but not buying anything, and pretending everything was normal, never mentioning to anyone that Dulzan was no longer living with her. She spent three nights alone in their fine big bed, staring up at the canopy for what seemed like hours, before falling asleep.

      When she did finally decide that she would need to take direct action she dressed in her best gray satin tunic and blue velvet skirt, with a fine broad-brimmed felt hat cocked over her right ear, three long feathers curling down into the silky black locks that tumbled past her shoulders. She had spent half an hour at the mirror, powdering her face and plucking a few hairs that had dared to grow where they were not wanted. She knew she did not look eighteen, but she thought she looked good. Satisfied, she marched down to the shop on Carpenter Street and swept through the shop’s wide front door, ready to win Dulzan back with her charms.

      The place reeked of sawdust and varnish, just as it always had—she had always avoided visiting him at work because of the smell. Dulzan was seated at the workbench in the back, singing some silly song about a fisherman and a sea-woman quietly to himself as he put the finishing touches on an elaborately-carved drawer front. He looked up at the jingle of the bell, then carefully wiped varnish from his brush with a bit of rag, and set both brush and rag aside.

      Hello, Sharra, he said cheerfully. You look well; does single life agree with you?

      That was not the reaction she had expected, and she was completely unprepared for the question. I miss you, she blurted out.

      He shook his head. His smile vanished. That’s too bad, he said, reaching for his brush. "I don’t miss you." He leaned over and eyed a carved blossom critically, checking to see whether every detail was evenly

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