The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Eighteen

After walking around the main plaza of Alcalá de Henares, the girls still hadn't found anything.

"Is there a chance the Chair might not be in Alcalá de Henares?" Rose finally asked.

"No." Amy shook her head. "I'm sure it's here. I can feel it."

"Right," Tara sighed. "Well can your internal tracking device be more specific?"

"No," Amy said. "All I have is this sure feeling that the Chair is here, that's all."

"Wonderful," Rose muttered. "Is there a library or bookstore, or someplace that the Chair might be in?"

"Amy already said that she doesn't know any more than we do." Tara's nostrils flared. "Rose, you've been such a pain, this whole day. Can't you see that she's doing her best?"

Rose clenched her teeth to prevent herself from exploding.

Rose and Tara stood outside while Amy checked store after store with no luck.

Finally, Amy came out of a nail salon. "I heard two women talking in Spanish. I don't know any Spanish, but I caught the word Cervantes. I think the plaza shares the same name as the Spanish author who was born here."

"Finally," Rose stood up after her leg fell asleep from sitting on the ground for too long. "Let's go."

"Wait." Tara limped toward the girls. "My leg fell asleep."

"Tara."

After arriving at Plaza de Cervantes Square, Tara paid the cab driver and she, Rose, and Amy walked around.

"There isn't anyplace here that the Chair could go to," Amy complained.

"What about those buildings there?" Tara pointed to a group of white, rather ordinary buildings.

"Those look like apartment buildings. So unless you want us to get arrested for breaking and entering, I suggest we stay away from from there," Rose said. "Unless, Nuntius Mortis transported the Chair to those buildings as a cruel joke. Which seems just like him." She was breathing heavily. 

"Calm down, Rose," Tara said. "I'm sure the Chair is hidden in plain sight."

As the girls wandered through the square, Amy's neck suddenly snapped to the side. "A Chair!" She exclaimed.

Amy took off at a sprint with Rose and Tara in close pursuit. Rose could see that any tourists that came across the Chair made sure to go out of their way to avoid it."

Amy gasped. "Wow, of all the Chairs, that is the most beautiful!" The tourists stared at her as if she was mental.

"Amy," Rose whispered. "If you don't want to be shipped to the nearest mental hospital, I suggest you shut up.

Tara had a different opinion of the Chair, which she didn't hesitate to voice. "That is the crappiest chair I've ever seen. Magic or not." She grabbed Rose's hand who grabbed Amy's and touched the Chair.

As always, the girls were sucked in an enormous purple vortex. After stabilizing, Rose fell down and Tara promptly threw up.

"Am I the only one who's gotten used to this?" Amy asked.

"Shut up, Amy," Tara said, and promptly threw up again.

The girls were so busy talking that neither of them noticed the large three-headed dog that was approaching them. None of them, except Rose, who screamed loudly.