Rescue Princesses #6: The Magic Rings Read Online Free PDF

need help with anything?”
    “We’re fine, thanks, Ally,” said Lottie. “We’re almost finished figuring out the dance routine.”
    “But we haven’t decided what costumes or dance shoes to wear,” said Rosalind.“I think we should wear dresses that match.”
    “I don’t think it matters that much if we wear different costumes,” said Lottie.
    “Well, I think it does!” Rosalind put her hands on her hips.
    “It would be nice if our dresses were the same,” said Amina, pushing back her long hair. “And we need our jazz shoes. We can’t perform barefoot.”
    “Queen Sofia has a whole closetful of costumes upstairs,” said Ally. “Why don’t I go and see if there’s anything in the right sizes? Then I’ll collect your jazz shoes on the way back.”
    “Great idea!” said Isabella.
    “Thanks, Ally,” said Lottie.
    Ally smiled and hurried away to look for the costumes.
    “All right! Let’s go back to the beginning and see how the dance looksso far.” Lottie went over to the CD player and pressed the button to start the music. “I’ll just open the window. It’s getting really hot in here.” She pulled up the window to let in the breeze.
    “And one, two, three, and spin!” Isabella counted to herself as she practiced the dance moves.
    Lottie leaned over the CD player, wondering why the music hadn’t come back on. Had she pressed the wrong button? Just as she was about to try again, a high-pitched voice floated up through the open window.
    “You shouldn’t have come here! I told you — we meet at midnight!”
    Lottie’s ears pricked up. That was a very strange thing to say. Why would someone be meeting at midnight? She leaned forward, trying to see who was talking below.

    “What are you doing?” asked Rosalind.
    Lottie swung around and put a finger on her lips to signal the others to whisper.
    Someone else spoke below them. It was a man’s voice this time. “But, My Lady! I couldn’t remember where I was supposed to park the van. So I had to come and see you.”
    “We’ve been through this over and over again! Park it by the stream on the corner of the lane, then walk up to the stable to help me,” said the high-pitched voice.
    With a sudden shiver, Lottie realized that she knew who it was. That voice belonged to Lady Slyden, the woman who’d been so rude to her that morning.
    Leaning out a little farther, she could see that it was definitely Lady Slyden, still wearing her cream riding pants and with her hair twisted into a bun.
    “What are we looking at?” whispered Isabella as she and Amina joined the other two girls at the window.
    Lottie pointed at Lady Slyden and her servant standing in the garden below.
    “How many horses are we taking?” said the man. “It’s not a very big van, you know.”
    “Hush, fool! Are you trying to tell my plans to the whole palace?” snapped Lady Slyden. “You’ll fit in as many horses as I tell you to. Now, go away! I don’t want to see you again till midnight.”
    Lottie’s head was buzzing. Why were they talking about putting horses into a van? And why were they doing it at midnight?

The princesses held their breaths as they watched Lady Slyden disappear along the garden path.
    “What was that all about?” said Rosalind at last. “Why are they meeting at midnight?”
    “That was Lady Slyden, the woman riding the black horse this morning,” said Lottie grimly. “And if she’s moving horses around in the middle of the night, I think it sounds very suspicious.”
    Isabella’s dark eyes widened. “You don’t think she’s trying to steal Queen Sofia’s horses, do you?”
    “The queen did say that she has some very valuable racehorses,” said Amina. “They’re probably worth a lot of money.”
    “Poor horses!” said Lottie. “Peter, the boy from the stables, says that Lady Slyden is mean to them. She whips them too hard when she gets angry.”
    The other girls looked shocked.
    Lottie gazed through the open window at the