Fortunate had hurt me thousand times and I Had suffered quietly But then i learned that he laughed at my proud name montresor the name of a old and honored family.
Fortunate was a strong man, a man to be feared.But he had on great weakness He liked to drink good wine.and indeed he drank much of it.So he knew alot about fine wines and proudly believed that he was a trained judge of them. I, too, knew old wines well.
Fortunato . How are you. Montresor . Good evening, my friend. 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 havebought a full cask of a fine wine which they tell me is Amontill
Fortunato’s step was not sure, because of the wine he had beendrinking. He looked uncertainly around him, trying to see throughthe thick darkness which pushed in around us. Here our brightly burninglights seemed weak indeed. But our eyes soon became used to thedarkness. We could see the bones of the dead lying in large piles alongthe walls. The stones of the walls were wet and cold.
We went on, deeper and deeper into the earth. Finally we arrived at a vault in which the air was so old and heavy that our lights almost died. Against three of the walls there were piles of bones higher than our heads. From the fourth wall someone had pulled down all the bones, and they were spread all around us on the ground. In the middle of the wall was an opening into another vault,
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