Paris under the Terror was a nightmare world, where death shimmered in the early morning heat haze rising off the Seine, and hatred and suspicion ran like pestilence through the streets. It was dangerous to be a foreigner in Paris in that long, hot summer of 1793. The English visitors fled, but Anna could not desert her uncle, and he would not leave. When the knock came in the middle of the night and they were thrown into the Luxembourg prison Anna wept for her uncle's disillusionment. He had believed in the golden dawn of liberty. The Luxembourg had once been a palace - now death and disease stalked the silken corridors. When her uncle fell ill, Anna again met Charles Baccoult, passionate revolutionary and enemy of her family - but would he, of all people, save them?