Harlequin

The armistice is months past but the memories won''t go away. ''A harlequin, leaning against a tree stump and with a goblet of ale clasped in one outstretched hand. Beaumont felt chilled suddenly, in spite of the fire… Most likely it wasthe thing''s mouth, red-lipped and fiendishly grinning, or maybe its face, which was white, expressionless, the face of a clown in full greasepaint.''Dennis Beaumo...