Pierrot. How . . . odd for you. You’re much more the Harlequin, I should think.’’ ‘‘I’ve always thought that Pierrot was the secretly dangerous one,’’ Myrnin said. ‘‘All that innocence must hide something.’’ Bishop laughed. ‘‘I’ve missed you, fool.’’ ‘‘Truly? Odd. I haven’t missed you at all, my lord.’’ That stopped Bishop’s laughter in its tracks, and Claire felt the fear close around her, like suffocating cold. ‘‘Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesty like a club.’’ ‘‘I thought it more like a rapier, lord.
