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several. Erica had called him Wiggie ! Maybe she had forgiven him for taking Gwen’s side earlier.
    Wiglaf carried the swords to the castle yard. He gave them out to the princesses.
    “How do you hold this thing?” Gwen asked Wiglaf. “Is there any way I can get a private lesson?”
    “There is no time for a lesson, Gwen,” Wiglaf said. “Stick with me at the back of the charge. That way, you and the other princesses will not likely get hurt.”
    “Stick with me, Gwennie!” Erica mimicked him. “I’ll save you!”
    Wiglaf felt his face grow warm again. Perhaps Erica had not entirely forgiven him after all.
    “Watch me, Gwen,” Erica said. “I shall be up front with Janice, leading the charge. Do what I do, and you shall soon get the hang of dragon slaying.”
    “Of course I shall!” said Gwen fiercely. “I’ll take another one of those!” She grabbed a second sword from Wiglaf.
    A flapping noise sounded overhead. The dragon was coming closer!
    “I’ll show you what I learned at Dragon Whackers, Snagglefahng!” Janice cried. She warmed up for battle by swinging her lance wildly over her head.
    “And I’ll show you what I learned in Knitting Class at Princess Prep!” shouted Gwen. She flashed the tips of her swords together with great skill. Wiglaf thought she looked quite fearsome.
    Wiglaf stood between Angus and Baldrick, near the back of the formation. He glanced at Brother Dave. Brother Dave stood beside the castle wall, his hands folded. He looked very worried.
    A whistling sound split the air. The dragon was flying in fast. Wiglaf saw a flash of green. A flash of yellow. Then—
    THUMP!
    The dragon landed in the yard.
    Janice called, “CHARGE!”
    Class I gave a battle cry: “Yahhhhhhhh!” Waving their swords, they ran toward the dragon. At the back of the charge, Wiglaf saw the dragon flap its wings and then fold them to its body.
    Suddenly, Wiglaf put on a burst of speed. He raced to the front of the formation. He kept going until he was way ahead of the others.
    “Stop!” Wiglaf cried as he ran. “Stop! Do not harm this dragon!”

Chapter 8
    “ D RAGON SLAYERS, CHAAARGE!” cried Janice.
    The others kept running after her, waving their swords and lances in the air.
    “Stop!” Wiglaf shouted, still running.
    The dragon was hunkered down, its head hidden beneath its wing.
    Wiglaf reached the dragon. He whirled around and stretched out his arms as he faced the oncoming mob. “I said STOP!”
    Everyone stopped.
    “Stand back, Wiglaf,” Janice said, “so I can lop off the dragon’s head!”
    “Do not lop!” cried Wiglaf. “For this is not Snagglefahng. This is Worm!”

    At the sound of his name, the dragon popped his head out from under his wing. He looked around with yellow eyes that had cherry red centers. He smiled and nuzzled Wiglaf.
    “You know him, Wiglaf?” said Gwen.
    “Worm!” cried Angus and Erica, rushing up to the dragon.
    “ Wrrrm comme homme ,” said the dragon. He butted Wiglaf gently with his head.
    “Hey, you can really talk now, Worm!” exclaimed Wiglaf.
    Janice lowered her lance. “Oh, he’s a big baby. This is so cool!”
    “He’s very cute,” said Gwen. “You saved his life, Wiglaf!”
    Wiglaf hardly noticed Gwen. How happy he was to see his Worm!
    Worm hopped over to Brother Dave. “Brrrrrr!” he burbled. “Brrrr Daaaave!”
    “Worm!” The little monk hugged the dragon. “Thou hath cometh home!”
    Worm bounced back to Wiglaf.
    “Mommmy!” he purred. “Wormmm mmmiss Mommmy!” He rubbed his head on Wiglaf’s shoulder.
    “He thinks you’re his mommy?” said Gwen. “That is so cute!”
    Wiglaf smiled. He scratched the dragon behind his ears. Worm was a hundred times bigger than when he had hatched from his purple egg in the Class I dorm. But he would always be Wiglaf’s baby dragon. His little pipling.
    “The newspaper must have been wrong!” cried Erica suddenly. “Snagglefahng isn’t flying to DSA. It was only