I had told them that i should not return until the morning and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house.
Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing.
My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp they are encrusted with niter.
I took from their sconces two flambeaux and giving one to Fortunado, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led to the vaults.
Ugh! ugh! ugh!-ugh! ugh! ugh! -ugh!
It is nothing.
How long have you had that cough?
"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 my roquelaure a trowel. "you jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the amontillado." "be it so," I said.
Pass your hand, over the wall; you cannot help feeling the niter. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then i must positively leave you.
When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth the sixth and the seventh tier.
I hastened no make an end of my labor. I forced the last stone into position; i plastered it up. against the new masonry i re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!