I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults
He turned towards me and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of alcohol.
The pipe?", said he.
It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white webwork which gleams from these cavern walls."
We continued our route in 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 glow than flame.
Come on Fortunato, there is the cask of amontillado