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name,” he whispered. “Seetha! Seetha von Flambe!”
    Seetha was a terrible dragon, and her son Gorzil was just as bad. Wiglaf had slain Gorzil—by accident, of course. Then Seetha came after Wiglaf, seeking revenge. He had spent a ghastly afternoon clutched in her claw. He shuddered, remembering how she’d dangled him high above the DSA castle moat. Wiglaf had drawn the dagger he’d hidden in his boot. But the thought of actually stabbing anyone—even Seetha—made him feel so sick that he’d dropped it. The dagger’s tip had hit Seetha’s toe, which caused her to fall into the moat, where she sank to the bottom. So Wiglaf had more or less slain Seetha, too.
    “Seetha had lots of children,” said Angus.
    “Three-thousand six-hundred eighty-four,” said Erica, who had a head for numbers.
    “Earl must be one of them.” Wiglaf swallowed. He stared at the angry dragon ranting on and on at the front of the class. Earl looked like Seetha. He had the same swamp-green scales. The same burnt-orange horn. Same yellow eyes. Same mossy green teeth.
    “We’ll summon Zelnoc,” Erica whispered.
    “Right after class,” added Angus.
    Wiglaf could tell that his friends were trying to appear calm. But they looked almost as frightened as he felt. Right now, however, there was nothing to do but sit and listen to Earl von Flambe.
    “If I ever find this Viglaf, also known as Viggie, I vill vack off his head!” Earl was saying. “I vill vomp him! I vill vallop him! I vill put him on a spit and flambe him!”
    Please, please don’t let Zelnoc’s dragon spell wear off now ! Wiglaf chanted over and over while Earl showed his students how to hiss green sparks.
    “Ssssssssso cool!” said Angus, producing a shower of sparks.
    “Sssssssssssuper!” said Erica, spitting sparks galore.
    “Try it, Wiggie,” said Erica.
    “I’m too scared,” said Wiglaf.
    Suddenly, Earl von Flambe was standing next to Wiglaf’s desk.
    “Vhat are you vaiting for?” said Earl. “Vhere are your sparks?”
    “Ssssssomewhere,” Wiglaf hissed. But no green sparks appeared.
    Earl von Flambe wrinkled his brow. “Vhat do you know,” he mumbled. “A dragon that vill not spit sparks. Very vorrisome.” He walked off, shaking his head.
    “Buck up, Wiggie,” said Erica. “We’ll be out of here soon.”
    “The sooner the better,” said Wiggie, sending a lone spark into the air.
    At last, Earl von Flambe said, “I vill dismiss you now. Farevell!”
    Wiglaf was the first dragon out the door.
    “Come on,” he said, when Erica and Angus straggled out the door. “We have to summon Zelnoc.”
    “Hey, Wiglaf? Oops, I mean, Blinky?” said Angus. “Let’s stick around for one more class.”
    “What?” said Wiglaf. “No!”
    “Come on, Wiggie,” said Erica. “Please? It’s Flying Class. Once Zelnoc changes us back, we won’t be able to fly, ever again. It’s our last chance.”
    Wiglaf sighed. “Oh, all right,” he said. “I guess one more class won’t make any difference.”
    Flying Class was held in the castle yard. Wiglaf spotted the teacher. He was slim and elegant, light green with silvery trim—crest, claws, back fins. A pair of goggles sat atop his head.
    “Hi, Ace!” said Sissy as she ran toward him. “Did you meet the new guys? That’s Silvershine, Zoomer, and Blinky.”
    “Ace Lizzard here,” said the teacher. “Ready to do some fancy flying?”
    “Ready!” said Angus.
    Ace grinned. “Let me see your stuff, dare-devil.”
    Angus spread his wings and took off. He circled once overhead and circled again. He wobbled a bit, dropping several feet. But he managed to catch himself and land.
    “How was I?” asked Angus, panting to catch his breath.
    “Good,” said Ace. “For pre-kindergarten. You call yourself a dragon?”
    Angus’s face fell.
    “Sissy,” Ace was saying, “show him your stuff.”
    “Aw, no, Ace,” whined Sissy. “Don’t make me show off. These guys are behind in everything. They must have