Lawrence Watt-Evans: Ithanalin's Restoration

That all made a remarkable amount of sense to Kilisha, but it also left several new questions-where was the secret tunnel mouth? Who was this former rat?

But there were always new questions, and there was no hurry about answering them all.

One more did come immediately to mind, though. She glanced at the workshop door and asked, "What was in that brass bowl?"

Ithanalin flushed, and cast an unhappy look at Yara before saying, "Soup. Spiced beef soup. That was to have been my lunch when I completed the spell."

Kilisha had begun to suspect as much when it had done nothing after days of neglect, but it was still a relief to have the mystery explained.

"The only magic on it was the Spell of the Obedient Object, to make it chime when it was ready to eat," Ithanalin said hastily, looking at his wife again. "And I wasn't going to let anyone else eat any of it, so I didn't think it violated my promise-"

"It doesn't matter now," Yara said, waving a hand in dismissal. "We're all safe and sound."

Ithanalin relaxed at that, and turned back to Kilisha. "I think there can be no question that you are ready to complete your apprenticeship," he said. "I will be happy to teach you whatever spells I can between now and your eighteenth birthday, but whenever you feel you're ready after that, I will certify you to the Guild and you will be free to go."

"Ah…" Kilisha began, startled. "But there arc still so many spells…"

"You're welcome to stay and learn them as a journeyman, if you choose."

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank you, Apprentice. You saved my life."

"And the overlord," Telleth said happily.

"Is Kilisha going to go away?" Pirra asked, suddenly woebegone.

"Not for months," Yara said. "And not if she doesn't want to."

"I'll have to go eventually," Kilisha said. "To make way for another apprentice, if nothing else."

"Well, there's no hurry about that," Ithanalin said. "It's almost two years yet before Telleth's twelfth birthday, and he needn't start until he's almost thirteen." He gazed proudly at his son.

"Uh…" Telleth's smile vanished; he suddenly slumped in his seat and looked helplessly at his mother.

Ithanalin looked at the boy, then at Yara, then back at Telleth. "What is it?" he asked.

"Well, Dad," Telleth said hesitantly. "I… uh…" He looked at Yara again, then pleadingly at Kilisha.

Kilisha had no idea what Telleth wanted of her, and turned up an empty palm.

"Come on, lad, what is it?" Ithanalin demanded.

Telleth swallowed, then said, "Well, Dad, the truth is that you… well, when I was five you turned me into a squid, and a sixnight ago you trapped yourself in a bunch of runaway furniture, and yesterday you almost got the overlord himself killed. Wizardry is dangerous." He looked down at his plate and poked at his food. "I was thinking I might try another line of work…"

His voice trailed off.

Ithanalin stared at him for a moment, then said, "Well, it's your choice, of course. And it is dangerous."

Kilisha remembered plunging from the Fortress parapet with nothing but a tiny vial of Tracel's Adaptable Potion to keep her from a gruesome death on the rocks below. She remembered the feel of Javan's Restorative coming apart around her when the sprig-gan interrupted her. She remembered the coatrack threatening her with an uncurled hook, the bench careening along Fortress Street, the couch galloping wildly through the Fortress, and a dozen other bizarre scenes she had recently survived. Dangerous? Undoubtedly. She smiled.

"Of course it's dangerous," she said. "That's what makes it fun!"

It's come to my attention that some readers, thrown by the central cluster of consonants, have had difficulty pronouncing the name "Ethshar."

It isn't really that hard. It's a compound word. "Eth" rhymes with "Beth" and is Ethsharitic for "good" or "safe," while "shar" rhymes with "car" and is Ethsharitic for "harbor" or "port." ("Ethsharitic" rhymes with "he's a critic.")

Ethsharitic names are generally pronounced more or less as if they were American English. If there's any doubt, I hope the following rules will help:

The accent is on the first syllable unless the vowel is marked (as in "Adrean" or "Klurea"), or unless there is a double consonant, in which case the syllable ending in the double consonant is accented (such as "Falissa," accented on the second syllable, or "Karanissa," accented on the third). Names of four or more syllables will usually be partially accented on the third syllable, as well as having the primary accent on the first.

There are no silent letters, not even the K in "Ksinallion," except for the silent E following a double consonant at the end of feminine names, as in "Nuvielle," or indicating a long vowel, as in "Haldane." (That really ought to be "Haldeyn," but I couldn't quite bring myself to spell it that way.)

A is always as in "father," never as in "cat." AI is always as in "hai!," never as m "rain," C is always as in "cat," never as in "Cynthia." CH is always as in "church," never as in "Achtung!" or "champagne" or any of the other possibilities, E is pronounced as in "Renee." G is always as in "get," never as in "gem." I is always as in "kit," never as in "kite."

J is always as in "jet," never as in "Bjorn" or "je ne sais quoi" or "Jose." (It's also fairly rare.)

LL is always as in "frill," never as in "La Jolla." OO is always as in "pool," never as in "book." TH is always as in "thin," never as in "the." U is always as in "rune," never as in "run." Y (as a vowel) is always as in "any," never as m "try." And of course, you need not put too much effort into this; no one is going to hassle you for mispronouncing Ethsharitic, If in doubt, just say it however is easiest for you!

This novel takes place in a city named Ethshar of the Rocks. Most of the events in The Spell of the Black Dagger take place m Ethshar of the Sands. Several of the other Ethshar stories take place largely in Ethshar of the Spices. Despite their similarities, these are three separate cities-that's why the lands they dominate are called the Hegemony of the Three Ethshars. If the street names and descriptions herein don't match those in, say, Night of Madness, it's because this is not the same city, any more than Alexandria, Virginia, is the same city as Alexandria, Egypt. I regret any confusion on this point.

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