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said.
    “We are,” Angus said. “Pray, kind sir, have you nothing for breakfast beside eel, eel, eel?”
    “Nothing.” The cook smiled. “I am Frypot’s cousin, Halfbake. Frypot sent me the message yesterday. He said eel would make you feel right at home here at KNC.”
    Angus let out a groan.
    “Thank you,” Wiglaf managed.
    The DSA team skipped breakfast. Hungry and cranky, they made their way to the gym.
    “This is your fault, Wiglaf,” Angus said. “Never insult Frypot’s lumpen pudding.”
    “Sorry,” Wiglaf muttered.
    Wiglaf, Angus, Erica, and even Daisy gasped as they walked into the gym. The place was full of people! KNC fans filled the benches in the biggest section. They wore white caps with red plumes and waved red-and-white flags.
    The next section was filled with Dragon Stabbers’ Prep fans. They held large green cards. Wiglaf saw that letters on them spelled out, Go, BRAINIACS!
    Six cheerleaders stood near the KRU fans.
    “Gimme a K!” the cheerleaders yelled.
    “K!” shouted the KRU fans.
    “Gimme an R!”
    “R!”
    “Gimme a U!”
    “U!
    “What’s it spell?”
    The KRU fans were silent. They scratched their heads, thinking hard.
    “You can do it!” yelled the head cheerleader.
    At last a fan called out, “K-R-U!”
    “Yes!” screamed the cheerleaders. “What’s it stand for?”
    “Knights-R-Us!”
    “Not a very clever cheer,” Erica commented.
    Wiglaf glanced at the fourth section of seats. A sign on the wall said DSA. But every bench in the DSA section was empty. Mordred had not sent a single fan to cheer them on.
    “We must hold our heads up high as we walk to our places,” Erica whispered to the team.
    “Hey!” said Bragwort. “I’m the captain. I’m supposed to say things like that.”
    “Go ahead,” said Erica.

    “Um...heads up,” Bragwort told the team.
    Wiglaf tried to look proud as he marched. He felt the eyes of everyone in the room on them. He followed his teammates up a set of stairs onto the stage. They sat down on the bench labeled DSA. Daisy sat on the floor next to Wiglaf. A bell hung from a rope in front of the teams. Wiglaf thought it looked a bit closer to the KNC team than to any of the others.
    Wiglaf looked over his shoulder. The red knight and the white knight stood at the back of the stage holding a large wheel. Beside them, a scoreboard listed the four teams. Otto sat on the side of the stage holding a horn, a drum, and a gong.
    Wiglaf glanced at the DSA seats again.
    “Zounds!” he exclaimed, pointing to a lone fan. “Brother Dave has come!”
    The DSA team waved to the monk.
    Brother Dave smiled and waved back.
    “Thou can win!” he called.
    Now Sir Verm strode to center stage.
    “Welcome to the One-Hundredth All-Schools Brain-Power Tournament,” he said. “Today, these young scholars shall match wits with one another. I think I can promise you an exciting contest. I know one team is in peak condition.” He smiled at the KNC boys. They beamed back at him.
    “Playing favorites already,” Angus muttered.
    “O-nay idding-kay,” muttered Daisy.
    “The categories in our tournament are chosen at random from lists of questions submitted by faculty members from each school,” said Sir Verm. “And now, let me introduce the gentleman who has been hosting our tournament for a quarter century, Harkbert!”
    The fans clapped and screamed as the famous host Harkbert walked onto the stage. He wore a shiny black cape.
    “Greetings students and teachers!” said Harkbert. “Greetings coaches and teams! And now, let the tournament begin! KNC?” He nodded toward the home team. “I believe you always start things off.”
    Chauncy stood up.
    Otto began beating on his drum.
    “Knights!” called Harkbert. “The wheel, please!”

Chapter 6
    T he red knight and the white knight stepped forward holding the big wheel. Wiglaf saw six categories written on it. But before he had a chance to read them, Chauncy gave the wheel a spin. Then he sat