The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I bestcould; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.
I found my "friend" at the carnevale, he was a little tipsy, but manageable, so I approached and never had I been so happy to see him. I told him of an Amontillado that I had in the catacombs. "Amontillado?" said he.
Wasting no time, he grabbed me and said,"Where is this Amontillado" I hastily replied,"The catacombs, sir." He was doing all the work for me, I didn't have to do anything except follow, at least for now.
Making it to the catacombs, we walked down a flight of stairs. That was when I realized he had a sickened cough. The Nitre from the catacombs was getting to him,"Sir we must go back, you are in no condition for this" I said. "No" he replied, "It is nothing, keep on." I took advantage of this moment and offered him a wine to keep his sickness at ease, he accepted.
Luring him through the catacombs, we stopped at a small corridor. I took his arms and shackled them, and proceeded to chain him to the wall. His drunken state left him confused, before he could say anything I had put down the first layer of bricks. He began to laugh. He thought it was a joke, proclaiming,"Ha! ha! ha!—he! he!—a very good joke indeed—anexcellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at thepalazzo—he! he! he!—over our wine—he! he! he!"
He quickly realized that it was no joke. "The Amontillado!" I said “He! he! he!—he! he! he!—yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.” “Yes,” I said, “let us be gone.” “For the love of God, Montresor!” “Yes,” I said, “for the love of God!” But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud: “Fortunato!” No answer. I called again: “Fortunato!” No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within.