Fortunato had hurt me a thousand times and I had suffered quietly.But the i learned that he laughed at my proud name,Montresor,the name of an honored family.I promised myself that I would make him pay for this, that i would have my revenge.
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…” “Amontillado! Quite impossible.” “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….” “Luchresi? He does not know one wine from another!” “But they say he knows as much about wines as you know.” “Ho! — Come. Let us go.”
I offered the bottle to Fortunato. “Here, Fortunato. Drink some of this fine Medoc. It will help to keep us warm. Drink!”
As I spoke these words I began to search among the bones. Throwing them to one side I found the stones which earlier I had taken down from the wall. Quickly I began to build the wall again, covering the hole where Fortunato stood trembling. “Montresor! What are you doing!?”
I heard no answer. “Fortunato!” I cried. “Fortunato.” I heard only a soft, low sound, a half-cry of fear. My heart grew sick; it must have been the cold. I hurried to force the last stone into its position. And I put the old bones again in a pile against the wall.
For half a century now no human hand has touched them. May he rest in peace!