Wilem shrugged. “I hadn’t any knowledge of it. But small wonder he is a Basha. He is attractive enough.” Wil hesitated, frowned. “Basha. What is a word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?” “Lucky?” Denna suggested. “Tired? Ambidextrous?” “Ambisextrous,” I corrected. “That won’t do,” Denna chided me. “If we don’t have impressive-sounding names for things, no one will take us seriously.”
