The+Cask+of+Amontillado


 * "The Cask of Amontillado"**

THE thousand injuries (//bad treatment)// of Fortunato I had borne (//tolerated)// as I best could, but when he ventured upon (//started to)// insult, I vowed (//decided upon)// revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to (//spoke about)// a threat. AT LENGTH I would be avenged; this was a point definitively (//completely)// settled (//settled)// -- but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded (//blocked)// the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity (//without fear of punishment).// A wrong is unredressed (//not satisfied)// when retribution (//punishment)// overtakes its redresser (//the person righting the wrong)//. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. (//It is also unsatisfied when the person seeking to get even is unknown to the wrong doer).// It must be understood that neither by word nor deed (//action)// had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued as was my wont (//intention)//, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile NOW was at the thought of his immolation (//destruction).// He had a weak point -- this Fortunato -- although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship (//expert judgment)// in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso (//masterful)// spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity to practice imposture (//fraud)// upon the British and Austrian MILLIONAIRES. In painting and gemmary (//jewelry)//, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack (//fake)//, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially (//in any important way)//; I was skilful in the Italian vintages (//types and years of wines)// myself, and bought largely whenever I could. It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness (//height)// of the carnival season, that I encountered (//came upon)// my friend. He accosted (//greeted)// me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley (//a many colored costume)//. He had on a tight-fitting party-striped dress and his head was surmounted by the conical (//cone shaped)// cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand. I said to him -- "My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe (//keg)// of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts." "How?" said he, "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible? And in the middle of the carnival?" "I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain." "Amontillado!" "I have my doubts." "Amontillado!" "And I must satisfy them." "Amontillado!" "As you are engaged (//busy)//, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me" -- "Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry." "And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own." "Come let us go." "Whither (//where to?)//" "To your vaults." "My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement Luchesi" -- "I have no engagement; come." "My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted (//have)//. The vaults (//wine cellars)// are insufferably (//very)// damp. They are encrusted with nitre (//salt deposits)//." "Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon (//taken advantage of)//; and as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado." Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire (//a long, heavy cloak)// closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo (//home)//. There were no attendants at home; they had absconded (//left)// to make merry in honor of the time (//at the carnival)//. I had told them that I should not return until the morning and had given them explicit (//exact)// orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient (//enough)//, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned. I took from their sconces (//holders)// two flambeaux (//torches)//, and giving one to Fortunato bowed (//led)// him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting (//warning)// him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors. The gait (//way of walking)// of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode. "The pipe," said he. "It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white webwork (//old spider webs)// which gleams from these cavern walls." He turned towards me and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum (//revealed his)// of intoxication. "Nitre?" he asked, at length "Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough!" "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!   My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.    "It is nothing," he said, at last.    "Come," I said, with decision, we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi" -- "Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough." "True -- true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarily -- but you should use all proper caution. A draught (//drink)// of this Medoc (//type of wine)// will defend us from the damps." Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould (//a hollow in which wine bottles lie on their side)//. "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled. "I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose (//lie)// around us." "And I to your long life." He again took my arm and we proceeded. "These vaults," he said, are extensive (//large)//."   "The Montresors," I replied, "were a great numerous family."    "I forget your arms (//coat of arms – a group of emblems and figures representing a family history)//."    "A huge human foot d'or (//of gold)//, in a field azure (//blue)//; the foot crushes a serpent rampant (//rampant)// whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."    "And the motto (//saying)//?"    "Nemo me impune lacessit (//No one attacks me with impunity)//."    "Good!" he said.    The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons (//a large cask)// intermingling (//mixed in)//, into the inmost recesses (//nooks)// of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.    "The nitre!" I said: see it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough" --   "It is nothing" he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught (//drink)// of the Medoc."   I broke and reached him a flagon (//container)// of De Grave (//wine)//. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation (//signal)// I did not understand.    I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement -- a grotesque (//weird)// one.    "You do not comprehend (//understand)//?" he said.    "Not I," I replied.    "Then you are not of the brotherhood."    "How?"    "You are not of the masons (//a fraternal organization)//."    "Yes, yes," I said "yes! Yes."   "You? Impossible! A mason?"   "A mason," I replied.    "A sign," he said.    "It is this," I answered, producing a trowel (//a flat, pointed instrument for spreading mortar)// from beneath the folds of my roquelaire (//cloak)//.    "You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."    "Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak, and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. 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 (//tomb)//, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.    At the most remote (//back)//end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented (//decorated)// in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously (//haphazardly)// upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial (//particular)// use in itself, but formed merely the interval (//space)// between two of the colossal (//heavy)// supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing //(surrounding)// walls of solid granite. It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavored (//tried)// to pry into the depths of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see. "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi" -- "He is an ignoramus (//idiot)//," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity (//back)// of the niche (//nook)//, and finding his progress arrested (//stopped)// by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered (//shackled)// him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended (//hung)// 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 (//startled)// to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is VERY damp. Once more let me IMPLORE (//beg)// you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render (//give)// you all the little attentions in my power." "The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment. "True," I replied; "the Amontillado." As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche. I had scarcely laid the first tier (//row)// of my masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was NOT the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate (//stubborn)// silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations (//rattling)// of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased (//stopped)// my labors (//work)// and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided (//stopped)//, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble (//weak)// rays upon the figure within. A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated -- I trembled. Unsheathing (//removing)// my rapier (//sword)//, I began to grope (//search)// with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric (//structure)// of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamored (//yelled)//. I reechoed -- I aided -- I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamorer grew still. It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected (//made the hairs stand up)// the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded (//followed)// by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said -- "Ha! Ha! Ha! -- He! He! -- a very good joke indeed -- an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo (//palace)//-- he! he! he! -- over our wine -- he! he! he!" "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 (//listened)// 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 (//opening)// and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick -- on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened (//hurried)// to make an end of my labor. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart (//wall)// of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat (//Rest in peace)//!

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