- "I'll give you fifteen crescents for him."
"Fifteen! Fifteen! For the prop of my old age and the delight of my eyes! Do not mock my grey beard, Tarkaan though you be. My price is seventy."
- ―Anradin and Arsheesh haggling the price of Shasta (Chapter one) [src]
BiographyArsheesh's early history is unknown, but he was born in Calormen, and was a fisherman for all of his known life.
He lived in a cottage on the seashore, and spent most of his days out in his boat, fishing, in the morning, and then took what he caught in his cart, which he harnessed to his donkey, to sell in the village, in the afternoon.One night in NY 1000, Arsheesh, unable to sleep, went outside and found in the shallows a small boat carrying a soldier who had just died of starvation, and an infant boy.
Although Arsheesh was not a compassionate man, he saw the child as an opportunity for free labor.
He named the boy Shasta, took him in, and raised him for most of his childhood.
After dinner, Anradin offered to buy Shasta—whom he could see by the boy's skin color was not Arsheesh's natural son—as a slave. The two haggled over a price for several hours, and then went to bed. Shasta, however, had overheard their conversation, and ran away with Anradin's horse later that night.
Nothing else is know of him or what became of him after Shasta left.
Arsheesh was an average Calormene peasant, poor and largely uneducated, but with a very practical mind, and a shrewd eye for profit. He often quoted the maxims and proverbs of "the poets," as did many Calormenes of all social classes.