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September, April, June and—”
    Bragwort scratched his head. He pressed his lips together. He squeezed his eyes shut. Clearly, he was thinking hard.
    TOOT! Otto blew his horn.
    “I’m sorry. Time’s up!” said Harkbert.
    “Febtober!” Bragwort yelled.
    Febtober? Wiglaf smacked himself on the head. Surely Bragwort must have a minus 1,000 IQ!
    Harkbert shook his head. “The answer is ‘November.’ But nice try from the DSA team.”
    “Thank you, sir,” said Bragwort. He shrugged to his teammates. “We had no points to lose anyway,” he whispered as he took his place on the bench again.
    “Oh, no?” growled Erica. “Take a look at the scoreboard!”
    Everyone was looking as the page fixed the final scores for the first day of the tournament:
    Bragwort frowned. “Sir Verm!” he called. “What does the score U.O. 1,000 mean?”
    “It means, DSA,” said Sir Verm, “that you owe one thousand pieces of gold.”
    “And that,” said Harkbert, “ends the first day of our tournament. We’ll see everyone back here tomorrow morning!”

Chapter 7
    “ O ooh, I’m so glad I’m not you, Bragwort,” Angus said as the DSA team left the gym.
    “So I missed one,” said Bragwort. “Big deal.”
    “But, Bragwort,” Wiglaf said. “Mordred is coming tomorrow. He expects us to have won gold for him.”
    “He won’t be happy when he finds out that he owes gold to KNC,” Erica added.
    “It was a hard question,” Bragwort whined.
    Just then Brother Dave hurried over to them.
    “Eetings-gray, Aisy-day,” he said. He gave the pig a pat. Then he turned to the DSA team. “Be ye not sorrowful, lads. ’Tis only a game, after all.” He shook his head. “Thou knowest I try not to find fault with others, for none of us is perfect. But...” He lowered his voice. “...the categories today did seem to favor a certain team. Fine points of croquet, indeed!”
    “And table manners!” Erica rolled her eyes.
    Brother Dave nodded. “But thou must not lose heart, lads,” he said. “For thou canst never tell what tomorrow may bring.”
    Brother Dave murmured something about going to chapel. He hurried away.
    “And I am going to the KNC school store,” Bragwort said. “I shall buy myself a fine red-and-white KNC souvenir tunic.”
    Then he rushed off.
    “Good. Bragwort is gone,” Erica said to Wiglaf and Angus. “We must figure out how to stop him from ringing the bell tomorrow!”
    They ran down to Suite D. Wiglaf lit the torch. He coughed as the room grew smoky.
    “I can think of only one way to stop Bragwort,” said Erica.
    “What?” asked Wiglaf.
    “Tie him up, stuff a sock in his mouth, and lock him in here,” she said.
    “But we must have a full team to play,” Angus pointed out.
    Erica frowned. “But if he is onstage, how can we stop him from ringing the bell?”
    “A spell,” Wiglaf said. “We could summon Zelnoc.”
    “Summon quickly, Wiggie,” said Erica. “We haven’t much time.”
    Wiglaf closed his eyes. He chanted the wizard’s name backwards three times: “Conlez! Conlez! Conlez!”
    When he opened his eyes, he saw smoke. Torch smoke. Red smoke. Blue smoke. Yellow, green, and violet smoke.
    “Holy smoke!” cried a voice that Wiglaf recognized as the wizard’s. “Somebody open a window!”
    “We can’t!” came Angus’s voice. “This is a dungeon!”
    “Oh, jester’s bells,” cried Zelnoc. “Just let me get my wand out of my sleeve....”
    Wiglaf blinked. The smoke was vanishing into the tip of the wizard’s wand.
    “That’s better,” Zelnoc said at last. He looked around. “Say, do you folks want me to do a little wallpaper spell? Something with a floral pattern would cheer the place up. How long are you in for, anyway?”
    “We are just visiting,” Wiglaf told him.
    “Good gizzards!” the wizard exclaimed. “You again, Wiglof!”
    “Hello, sir,” said Wiglaf.
    “Stop!” Zelnoc put his hands over his ears. “I know you want something. You always do. But