Lysandra followed the sound with her eyes. Waving his arms wildly to ward off an angry swarm of bees was the same ragged man who had knocked her down only moments before. Lysandra could guess what had happened. “Follow me!” she yelled to her friends. The four princesses wound their way through the crowd to where the pitiful man stood shrieking. A circle had cleared around him; no one wanted to get near the bees. Lysandra spied her open purse lying in the dust at the man’s feet. The neck strap had been cut. She hadn’t felt a thing when he’d taken the purse. Darting into the circle, Lysandra grabbed her purse and shut it. Instantly the bees flew straight up into the sky and disappeared. “Thank you, miss,” the man murmured sheepishly. He was covered with puffy red welts where the bees had stung him. Lysandra frowned. “If you needed money, you could’ve just asked. I would’ve given you some.” The man bowed his head. “Sorry, miss.” Elena stepped forward. “Those stings must hurt.
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