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said.
    “The question is now open to the other teams,” said Harkbert.
    Yes! thought Wiglaf. At last!
    Erica lunged for the bell.
    But Bragwort beat her to it: DING!
    “Yes, Bragwort?” said Harkbert.
    “A hook!” Bragwort yelled.
    Harkbert shook his head. “Wrong.”
    Wiglaf groaned silently. This was DSA’s chance to get in the game—and Bragwort had blown it!
    Now Spike on the KRU team rang the bell. “A buckle!” he shouted.
    “Yes!” said Harkbert. “Thirty points for KRU!”
    With that the KRU cheerleaders jumped to their feet. They shouted:
    Nonnie nonnie poo poo
We are gonna beat you!
    “The next question is yours, KRU,” said Harkbert. “For forty points, what do you call a fashionable ladies’ hairstyle in which three clumps of hair are woven together?”
    Moose rang the bell and yelled, “A ponytail!”
    “I’m sorry,” said Harkbert. “Wrong answer. The question is open to the other teams.”
    Now Wiglaf lunged for the bell.
    But Bragwort beat him to it.

    “A pageboy!” Bragwort yelled.
    Wiglaf’s mouth fell open. He could not believe it! Bragwort had done it again!
    “Sorry, DSA,” said Harkbert.
    The boy named 170 from DSP rang the bell.
    “Braids!” he yelled.
    “That’s it, 170!” said Harkbert. “Forty points for DSP.”
    The DSP fans yelled:
    When it comes to brains,
We’ve really got a lot!
That’s why we shall win,
And that’s why you shall not!
    Then DSP went on to answer the fifth FASHION question correctly.
    Wiglaf glanced at the scoreboard. It said:
    Harkbert said, “That was the last question on this side of the wheel. But before we end the first day of the tournament, I shall ask one last question—from the back side of the wheel.”
    A murmur went up from the crowd. Wiglaf could tell that they expected something exciting to happen.
    “Knights!” said Harkbert. “Turn the wheel!”
    Otto beat his drum. The knights turned the back side of the wheel face out.
    Wiglaf’s eyes lit up as he read the new categories:
    WIN A TRIP To CAMELOT
WIN A DATE WITH A PRINCESS
WIN 1,000 POINTS
    But he gasped as he read on:
    WIN A TRIP To PLAGUE-RAT VILLAGE
WIN A DATE WITH A DRAGON
LOSE 1,000 POINTS
    Wiglaf swallowed. Clearly the back of the wheel was risky. But DSA had to take a chance. It was their only hope of winning.
    “The drumroll, Otto,” said Harkbert.
    Otto began beating his drum again.
    “Spin the wheel!” said Harkbert.
    The red knight twirled the wheel.
    “Is anyone bold enough to play the bonus round?” Harkbert challenged the scholars. “Is anyone brave enough to ring the bell?”
    Wiglaf nudged Erica.
    “You must ring the bell,” he whispered.
    “This is a wheel of misfortune!” Erica whispered back.
    “Yes,” Wiglaf agreed. “But it is our only chance! You are the smartest one on our team. You must play!”
    “You’re right,” Erica said. She sprang to her feet and started for the bell, but...
    DING!
    Wiglaf couldn’t believe it!
    Bragwort had rung the bell!
    Harkbert smiled. “Hurry on up here, lad, while the wheel is still spinning.”
    Bragwort bounced eagerly up to the wheel.
    Wiglaf watched in horror as the wheel began to slow down. It passed WIN A DATE WITH A PRINCESS. It passed WIN 1,000 POINTS. It kept going slowly, slowly. It passed WIN A TRIP TO PLAGUE-RAT VILLAGE. It squeaked by WIN A DATE WITH A DRAGON and came to a stop on LOSE 1,000 POINTS.
    “If you answer your question correctly,” said Harkbert, “your score stays as it is. But if your answer is wrong, your team will lose a thousand points. Are you ready?”
    “Ready!” cried Bragwort.
    “Finish this rhyme,” said Harkbert. “Thirty days hath September, April, June and—”
    Wiglaf gave a sigh of relief. Easy question!
    Harkbert looked at Bragwort expectantly.
    Otto began beating his drum.
    “Ou-yay an-cay o-day it-yay, Agwort-bray!” breathed Daisy.
    “Uh...could you repeat the question?” asked Bragwort.
    “Certainly,” said Harkbert. “Thirty days hath