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Team; Knocking at the Castle Door, by Lee Tussin; Favorite Medieval Manuscripts, by Red M. All; All About Mead, by Phillip Mycup; and When Did It Happen?, by Oliver Sudden.”
    â€œWe want to find out about the dragon Grizzlegore, Bro Dave,” said Janice.
    â€œAh, letteth me getteth thou the Encyclopedia of Dragons, ” said Brother Dave. He hopped up and went to the stacks. He returned quickly, carrying a big, heavy book. It had a brown leather cover and a large silver clasp. He set it down on the library table and they all gathered around.
    Wiglaf flipped the pages past Edith, the talkative dragon who had scared Zack, the boy from the future. He flipped past Fiffner, one of the dragons who had wounded Sir Mort. And past Gorzil, the dragon that he himself had slain, quite by accident. He turned one more page.
    And there was Grizzlegore.

Chapter 3
    He looks old ,” said Erica, staring at the portrait of Grizzlegore in the book. “Really old.”
    â€œThis book cameth out several years ago,” said Brother Dave. “So this dragon art even older now.”
    Wiglaf was cheered to see that Grizzlegore was a scrawny old thing. He had bags under his drooping eyes. His forked tongue lolled from the corner of his toothless mouth. A string of drool dripped down onto his bony chest.
    â€œHe does not look like he could flame DSA,” he said. Then he turned the page to see what the book had to say about the World’s Oldest Living Dragon.
    Full name: Gregory Grizzlegore
    Also known as: Geezer, G Whiz, Old Flame, Senior Moment
    Children: Lots, but can’t remember most of them
    Appearance: Scales: green
    Horn: small, green
    Eyes: two, but can’t see well out of either
    Teeth: fell out centuries ago
    Age: World’s oldest living dragon
    Most often heard saying: It’s my birthday
    AGAIN?
    Biggest surprise: Flames better with each passing year
    Hobby: Listing the knights he’s offed in alphabetical order
    Favorite thing in the world: Flaming dragon-slaying schools
    Erica frowned. “Maybe Grizzlegore could flame DSA after all.”
    Angus swallowed. “Maybe we should pack up and leave like Uncle Mordred.”
    â€œWait,” said Wiglaf. “Grizzlegore has a secret weakness.”
    They read the last line on the page:
    Secret weakness: Take the time to learn the rhyme
    â€œRhyme?” said Wiglaf. “What does that mean?”
    Janice turned to Brother Dave. “What rhyme, Bro?”
    â€œI knoweth not.” Brother Dave scratched his bald pate.
    â€œThe Secret Weakness is written in rhyme,” said Angus. “Maybe Grizzlegore’s weakness is poetry.”
    â€œWe must find out,” said Erica. “Then we can fight this dragon and save DSA.”
    Fight the dragon? Wiglaf shuddered. The words Flames better with each passing year jumped out at him from the page. Just then, an idea popped into his head.
    â€œWhat about Sir Mort?” he asked. “He is old. Maybe he has met Grizzlegore. Maybe he will know about the rhyme.”
    â€œSir Mort hast evening class. Hurry and thou canst catch him,” Brother Dave said.
    The four sped down the tower staircase. They ran through the hallway toward the room where the old knight taught Stalking a Fire-Breather. Sounds of Sir Mort’s students shrieking and laughing spilled out into the hallway.
    Angus yanked open the door. The students dove for their desks and pretended to be paying attention.
    Sir Mort leaped up from his desk, where he had been happily snoozing. The visor of his helmet clanked down over his face.
    â€œNever fear, Sir Mort is here!” he yelled, struggling to draw his sword. “Show me the dragon!”
    â€œThere is no dragon, sir,” said Erica. “At least not yet.”
    â€œWe have come to ask you a question, Sir Mort,” said Wiglaf.
    Sir Mort let go of his sword and pushed up his visor. “I like questions,” he said. “Not too good