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time, a ghost had haunted the school. A fake Sir Lancelot had come for the day. And Mordred had tried to marry him off to a rich princess! Yet the school went on. Now DSA was closing. And with the high price of tickets, his parents could never afford to come and see their boys graduate.
    The food at DSA was ghastly. Wiglaf hadn’t learned a thing in any of his classes. But for the first time in his life, he’d had friends and adventures. He would miss that! And he would miss Worm.
    Wiglaf rolled onto his back and looked up at the moon and stars. As long as he was at DSA, Worm knew where to find him. But he was leaving. After tomorrow, would he ever see his dragon again?

Chapter 7
    T he next morning, everyone helped ready the castle for graduation.
    â€œI’m doing all this work,” Angus complained as he and Wiglaf helped Frypot build a platform in front of the stables. “And my mum’s off in Hogswallow and can’t even come to graduation.”
    No sooner were the benches set up facing the platform than trumpets sounded and a pair of white steeds pulled a gigantic, golden carriage through the castle gate.
    â€œMy parents are
always
the first to arrive,” said Erica. “Aw, flea bites!” she added. “Look who’s sitting atop the carriage with the driver. My horrid cousin, Rex!”
    Prince Rex wore a doublet and a pair of puffy pants. A purple velvet hat covered his blond hair.He looked very royal, and yet something about him reminded Wiglaf of his own yellow-haired brothers.
    The carriage stopped beside the practice dragon. A footman hopped down and opened the door.
    â€œHallo, subjects!” called Queen Barb, waving as she climbed out of the carriage. “What? Nobody kneeling? That’s fine. No need to, really. Hallo!”
    â€œI say!” exclaimed King Ken as he popped out of the carriage.
    â€œMumsy! Popsy!” cried Erica, running toward them with her arms spread wide.
    â€œPoppet!” cried Queen Barb, hugging her daughter. “And look who came along with us!” she added as a slim woman stepped out of the carriage. Her hair was done up in a golden hairnet, and a small gold crown sat atop her head. She was followed by a tall man who looked like a younger King Ken.
    â€œAunt Marge!” cried Erica. “Uncle Hom—”
    â€œGreetings, royals!” Mordred called, cutting Erica off. “Here are your graduation tickets! Only ten pennies each!”
    â€œRoyals never pay!” exclaimed Queen Barb.
    â€œNever?” yelped Mordred. “Well, do you play poker? Blackjack? Roulette? By next week, we’ll have it all. But first, graduation. Come! Let me sew you to a sheet.” He took Queen Barb’s arm. “I mean, show you to a seat.”
    â€œBe gone, man!” said the queen. “I am perfectly capable of finding my own seat.”
    â€œYes, Your Queensiness,” mumbled Mordred as he scurried off.
    â€œLook out below!” yelled Prince Rex. He jumped from the top of the carriage, landing with a thud.
    â€œOw!” he cried. “My foot!” The lad hobbled around, howling.
    â€œRexie!” Queen Marge rushed to him.
    â€œFooled you!” shouted Rex, and he raced off across the castle yard.
    Dudwin laughed, and Wiglaf thought that the rest of his yellow-haired brothers would have liked Rex’s prank as well.
    â€œAlways joking.” Queen Marge sighed. “We don’t know where he gets it.”
    â€œWiglaf and Angus!” exclaimed Queen Barb when she spied the lads. “Hallo!”
    Wiglaf and Angus bowed. Queen Barb beamed a great, big smile at Wiglaf.
    A queen is smiling at me,
Wiglaf thought.
The minstrel’s fortune has come true.
Still, he felt disappointed.
    â€œLet me present Queen Marge and King Homer,” said Queen Barb.
    The lads bowed again. When Wiglaf straightened up, he found Queen Marge looking at him with a curious expression.
    â€œHave you