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THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could,but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so wellknow the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gaveutterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was apoint definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with whichit was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish butpunish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retributionovertakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avengerfails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I givenFortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my in tosmile in his face, and he did not perceive that my to smile now was atthe thought of his immolation.He had a weak point --this Fortunato --although in other regardshe was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on hisconnoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit.For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time andopportunity, to practise imposture upon the British and Austrianmillionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen,was a quack, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In thisrespect I did not differ from him materially; --I was skilful in theItalian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of thecarnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me withexcessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man woremotley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his headwas surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to seehim that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.I said to him --"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. Howremarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received a pipeof what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.""How?" said he. "Amontillado, A pipe? Impossible! And in themiddle of the carnival!""I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay thefull Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. Youwere not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.""Amontillado!""I have my doubts.""Amontillado!""And I must satisfy them.""Amontillado!""As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchresi. If any one has acritical turn it is he. He will tell me --""Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.""And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match foryour own."Come, let us go.""Whither?""To your vaults.""My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. Iperceive you have an engagement. Luchresi--" "I have no engagement; --come." "My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold withwhich I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferablydamp. They are encrusted with nitre." "Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado!You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchresi, he cannot distinguishSherry from Amontillado." Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm; and putting ona mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person,I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo. There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merryin honour of the time. I had told them that I should not returnuntil the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir fromthe house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insuretheir immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back wasturned. I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one toFortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archwaythat led into the vaults. I passed down a long and windingstaircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came atlength to the foot of the descent, and stood together upon the dampground of the catacombs of the Montresors. The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his capjingled as he strode. "The pipe," he said. "It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work whichgleams from these cavern walls." He turned towards me, and looked into my eves with two filmy orbsthat distilled the rheum of intoxication. "Nitre?" he asked, at length. "Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?" "Ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!" My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. "It is nothing," he said, at last. "Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health isprecious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, asonce I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. Wewill go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides,there is Luchresi --" "Enough," he said; "the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me.I shall not die of a cough." "True --true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention ofalarming you unnecessarily --but you should use all proper caution.A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps. Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long rowof its fellows that lay upon the mould. "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to mefamiliarly, while his bells jingled. "I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us." "And I to your long life." He again took my arm, and we proceeded. "These vaults," he said, "are extensive." "The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family." "I forget your arms." "A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes aserpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel." "And the motto?" "Nemo me impune lacessit." "Good!" he said. The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancygrew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through long walls of piledskeletons, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmostrecesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made boldto seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow. "The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon thevaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickleamong the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Yourcough --" "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, anotherdraught of the Medoc." I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at abreath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw thebottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand. I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement --agrotesque one. "You do not comprehend?" he said. "Not I," I replied. "Then you are not of the brotherhood." "How?" "You are not of the masons." "Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes." "You? Impossible! A mason?" "A mason," I replied. "A sign," he said, "a sign." "It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of myroquelaire a trowel. "You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceedto the Amontillado." "Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and againoffering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our routein search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches,descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt,in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glowthan flame. At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another lessspacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to thevault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris.Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in thismanner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and laypromiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of somesize. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones,we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about fourfeet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have beenconstructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely theinterval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of thecatacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls ofsolid granite. It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavouredto pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeblelight did not enable us to see. "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi --" "He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he steppedunsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. Inniche, and finding an instant he had reached the extremity of theniche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidlybewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. Inits surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about twofeet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from theother a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but thework of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded toresist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feelingthe nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you toreturn. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must firstrender you all the little attentions in my power." "The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered fromhis astonishment. "True," I replied; "the Amontillado." As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones ofwhich I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered aquantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and withthe aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance ofthe niche. I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when Idiscovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measureworn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaningcry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man.There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier,and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrationsof the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, thatI might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased mylabours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clankingsubsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruptionthe fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearlyupon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeauxover the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within. A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly fromthe throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back.For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, Ibegan to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instantreassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs,and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells ofhim who clamoured. I re-echoed, I aided, I surpassed them in volumeand in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still. It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I hadcompleted the eighth, the ninth and the tenth tier. I had finished aportion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a singlestone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; Iplaced it partially in its destined position. But now there camefrom out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. Itwas succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing asthat of the noble Fortunato. The voice said-- "Ha! ha! ha! --he! he! he! --a very good joke, indeed --an excellentjest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo --he! he!he! --over our wine --he! he! he!" "The Amontillado!" I said. "He! he! he! --he! he! he! --yes, the Amontillado. But is it notgetting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the LadyFortunato and the rest? Let us be gone." "Yes," I said, "let us be gone." "For the love of God, Montresor!" "Yes," I said, "for the love of God!" But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grewimpatient. I called aloud -- "Fortunato!" No answer. I called again -- "Fortunato!" No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture andlet it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling ofthe bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombsthat made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forcedthe last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the newmasonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of acentury no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!

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