During a carnival in Italy, Montessori runs into Fortunato, and offers to share a very nice bottle of Amontillado wine with him.
However, this bottle is in his catacombs. So Montessori asks Fortunato if he wants to get find this wine that is rare and very valuable.
I have received a pipeof what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.
My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold withwhich I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp.
Montresor lures Fortunato down into the dark and eerie wine vault. As suspense builds, Montresor keeps asking if Fortunato would like to turn back because he seems ill. Fortunato continues to drink wine to ease his cough.
Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado!
He he he, ha ha ha
When they reach their destination there is no Amontillado, but there is a hole in the wall. Montresor shackles Fortunato inside, and begins to seal up the wall with bricks.
As the last few bricks are laid, Fortunato screams for Montresor to stop, but it is too late. Montresor has enacted his revenge.
In pace requiescat!
Montresor walks away with only the sound of Fortunato’s jingling jester bells echoing in the tomb. He also feels a slight bit of guilt for what has done but it is all over.