"I forget, what was your coat of arms??" the afflicted ignoramus questioned.
A human foot d'or in a field of azure, with a snake biting into the heel. Our motto was "none shall punish us with impunity", or "Nemo me impune lacessit."
Good!! A threatening motto and arms should preclude treachury!
The Cask is within the niche.... AS IS YOUR IMMOLATION!!!
I fettered him to the granite, In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
I slowly laid tier after tier of bricks, while the form inside screamed for help. I ignored these pleas and continued my work, stacking tier by tier until it was up to my breast. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the niter. "After i forced the final brick into place, I slowly realized that although I had avenged myself, Fortunato's ringing bells were to be heard, and he had passed. Requiescat En Pace