Spring 1814 – Inviting Devils to Dance

In the firelight Sissy had a stature never evidenced during the day. Under the sun, she was a little creature, of polite manners and raised carriage, a prim bird not to be mocked. This night, under this moon, Sissy Le Bon filled space like a tiger and moved like flame. 

“Come Rose,” she laughed, “put down the weight of your hammer! Join the circle!”