MONTRESOR: He is another Italian nobleman who, he said, had been insulted by Fortunato and bowed fatal revenge. CHARACTERS FORTUNATO: He is an Italian nobleman who was an expert in matter of old wines and liked drinking a lot.
In Poe’s times, maybe during the early 1700s, in Italy. The carnival feasts, welcoming Lent. Montresor´s catacombs. SETTING
Introduction given by Montresor, explaining the causes that had led him to act in the way he was going to act.
Presentation of Fortunato as an expert in the matter of old wines.
During some carnival feasts, Montresor found Fortunato, who was happily drunk.
NOTE: Fortunato was wearing a tight-fitting parti-striped dress and, on his head, he wore a conical cap with bells.
Montresor used irony to make Fortunato believe he had bought a pipe of a very exquisite wine called Amontillado
He insinuated he was in his look for Luchresi, who would surely tell him if the wine was original or not.
Fortunato plainly announced that he was going to taste the Amontillado. After all, “Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry”.
They marched down the catacombs of the Montresors’. The place was full of casks, filled with wine and with skelletons.
Montresor kept him from becoming sober as they kept descending to the bottom of the catacombs.
Fortunato revealed he was part of the masons’ brotherhood. Montresor, then, showed him a trowel he was carring.
What was this for?
They kept descending… The air was denser and oxygen scarced… Montresor led Fortunato into a niche and chained him there.
Montresor kept mocking his companion as he built a brick wall over the entrance with the trowel he was carring.
Fortunato came back from his intoxication: Montresor could hear a cry from the depth of the recess and some furious vibrations of the chain.
Montresor, then, decided that he would hearken in the satisfaction of listening to the poor fellow’s desperation signs.
But… a succession of loud and shrill screams bursting out of the chained figure thrust him violently back. It made him hesitate and tremble.
Now, feeling slightly bad, he hurried on the work he was now finishing.
“ Ha! Ha! Ha! --- he! he! he! --- a very good joke, indeed --- an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo -- he! he! he! --- over our wine -- he! he! he!”
Now, just a brick was missing and, when he was going to fit it, a laugh came from inside the niche… it said:
Finally, Fortunato didn´t answer back… the last thing Montresor heard was a jingling of the bells… His heart now did grew sick.
And Montresor tried to answer back with force, but inside himself he felt sick.
And Montresor hastened to end his labour.
And for half a century that cask remained untouched.
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