he could faintly see a red amulet glimmering around its black feathery neck. This was the same crow he had seen earlier in Miss Spitfire’s class! “Are you a new teacher at the academy?” asked Iggy. “Am I a new teacher at the academy?” the man repeated in a gruff voice. “Hells no. I’m Captain Bartholomew Swell, Your Highness, and I am here to rescue you. Now, if you don’t mind, time is in very short supply. We must ride out of here like a bat out of hell.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” asked Iggy as he peeled what looked like a rotten banana off his shoulder. “Calling you what?” “Your Highness.” “Well, that’s easy,” snarled the captain. “Because you’re a prince, Prince. And the last time I checked, a prince was royalty. And a commoner such as myself, when addressing someone of royalty such as yourself, must refer to you as Your Highness.” The captain then bent down as a sign of respect. “If I had my hat, I would remove it, sir, but a most despicable dragon relieved me of it.”
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