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up to scratch.”
    “What?” Zelnoc cried. “My powers are just fine, thank you very much.”
    “Don’t get huffy,” Lobelia said.
    “Huffy?” Zelnoc exclaimed. “Wizards don’t get huffy! Wizards get angry! Wizards get even! Especially mighty, powerful wizards, like me!”
    “Oh, puh-leeze!” Lobelia exclaimed.
    Zelnoc popped the cork on the bottle of red potion.
    “Doubt my powers, will you?” Zelnoc snarled. “Well, let’s have a little test.”
    He waved the bottle under Lobelia’s nose.
    Wiglaf watched in horror as Lobelia’s violet eyes began rolling around in circles.
    “What have you done?” Wiglaf cried.
    Lobelia’s eyes closed. Then they popped open. Lobelia stared at Zelnoc.
    “Well?” the wizard said eagerly. “You hate me with all your heart, don’t you?”
    She clasped her hands to her chest and cried,
    “Oh, say not such a cruel thing!
    With love for you my heart does sing!“
    “Uh-oh,” said Zelnoc.
    Lobelia went on:
    “Your wizard’s hat is such a tall one!
    In love with you I must have fallen!“
    “E-shay oves-lay ou-yay!” Daisy sang happily.
    “This is worse than rabbits!” Zelnoc cried.
    Lobelia continued:
    “Oh, Wizard, though you’re old and wrinkled,
    With love for you my heart is sprinkled!“
    Wiglaf grabbed the bottle of red liquid from Zelnoc’s hand. He read the tiny printing on the label: “Oil of Rhymes-o-Love.”
    “Oops,” Zelnoc said. “I picked up the wrong bottle. But it works, Wuglop. You can see that, can’t you? My spells do work!”
    Lobelia took Zelnoc’s hand in hers.
    “Wizard, with your beard so white!
    Dance with me in the pale moonlight!“
    Zelnoc pulled his hand away. “Wizard Rule #498— no dancing. I’m getting out of here!”
    Lobelia cried,
    “Oh, wizard, with your robe so blue,
    If you leave, I’ll cry: Boo hoo!“
    Zelnoc turned to Wiglaf. “I’m gone,” he said. And with a bright flash of light, he was.
    Tears streamed down Lobelia’s cheeks.
    “My wizard, he is gone from me.
    I cannot stand such misery!“
    “You don’t really love him, my lady,” Wiglaf said weakly. “It’s a spell. It will wear off.”
    But Lobelia would not be comforted. She cried and sobbed and carried on. At last she threw her velvet cloak around her shoulders.
    “Where are you going?” Wiglaf asked.
    Lobelia cried miserably:
    “This pain I feel, I must be stopping!
    There’s just one cure-I’m going shopping!“

Chapter 8
    W iglaf sank onto Lobelia’s couch. He should have known better than to call Zelnoc. Whiff of Loathing indeed!
    “Oor-pay Obelia-lay!” Daisy exclaimed.
    “Lobelia’s spell will wear off,” Wiglaf said. “But Belcheena will be mine forever!”
    Mordred stuck his head in the door.
    “Ah, here you are, Wiglaf!” he exclaimed. “Yorick has just spotted Princess Belcheena! She and her party are starting up Huntsman’s Path. They will be here within the hour!”
    “Woe is me!” Wiglaf groaned.
    “Why are you not dressed?” Mordred asked. “And where is my sister?”
    “Opping-shay,” Daisy said.
    “Shopping?” Mordred cried. “At a time like this? She must have gotten wind of that bodice sale over in Ratswhiskers. Well, never mind. Now where did she put that new outfit she ordered for you, Wiglaf? Ah, here it is!” Mordred picked up a package tied up with string. He thrust it into Wiglaf’s hands.
    Instantly, Wiglaf’s ring begin to flash a bright orange warning.
    “Go put it on!” Mordred roared.
    Wiglaf shook as he ducked behind the tapestry. He was in danger! But what could he do? He took off his DSA uniform. He put on his new outfit.
    “Don’t dillydally, boy!” Mordred yelled.
    Wiglaf quickly fastened the squirting flower that Erica had given him to the collar of his new tunic. He stuck the tooth-black gum into his pocket. He slipped the hand buzzer onto his palm. Then he stepped out from behind the tapestry.
    Wiglaf yelped as he beheld himself in Lobelia’s looking glass. No wonder