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- Fortunato had hurt me a thousand times and I had suffered quietly. But then I learned that he had laughed at my proud name, Montresor, the name of an old and honored family. I promised myself that I would make him pay for this — that I would have revenge.
- I gave Fortunato no cause to doubt me. I continued to smile in his face, and he did not understand that I was now smiling at the thought of what I planned for him, at the thought of my revenge. .
- “My dear Fortunato! I am indeed glad that I have met you. I was just thinking of you. For I have been tasting my new wine. I have bought a full cask of a fine wine which they tell me is Amontillado. But....”
- I took down from their places on the wall two brightly burning lights. I gave one of these to Fortunato and led him to a wide doorway. There we could see the stone steps going down into the darkness.
- “Amontillado! Quite impossible.”
- We came finally to the bottom of the steps and stood there a moment together. The earth which formed the floor was cold and hard. We were entering the last resting place of the dead of the Montresor famiily. Here too we kept our finest wines, here in the cool, dark, still air under the ground.
- “I know. It does not seem possible. As I could not find you I was just going to talk to Luchresi. If anyone understands wines it is Luchresi. He will tell me....”
- “But they say he knows as much about wines as you know.”
- “Go where?”
- “Luchresi? He does not know one wine from another!”
- “HCome. Let us go.”
- “To your vaults. To taste the wine.”
- As he spoke, Fortunato took my arm, and I allowed him to hurry me to my great stone palace, where my family, the Montresors, had lived for centuries. There was no one at home. I had told the servantsthat they must not leave the palace, as I would not return until the following morning and they must care for the place. This, I knew, was enough to make it certain that they would all leave as soon as my back was turned.
- “And I, Fortunato — I drink to your long life.”
- “Here, Fortunato. Drink some of this fine Medoc. It will help to keep us warm. Drink!”
- “It is farther on. Come.”
- “Thank you, my friend. I drink to the dead who lie sleeping around us.”
- “Ahh! A very fine wine, indeed! But the Amontillado?”
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