![]() ![]() Late one evening during carnival season, I happened to meet Fortunato on the street. These tombs were quiet, dark places that no one but myself ever visited. We had buried our dead in the rooms under the palace. The Montresor family had lived in it for hundreds of years. Our palace was one of the oldest buildings in the town. ![]() I stored the wines in the dark rooms under my family's palace. I spent a lot of money buying rare and costly wines. He thought he was an excellent judge of wine. Some men were afraid of him because he was so rich and powerful. He did not know it was the thought of his death that made me smile.Įveryone in our town respected Fortunato. When I smiled at him, he thought it was because we were friends. Deep in my heart I hated him, but I never said or did anything that showed him how I really felt. Fortunato married a rich and beautiful woman who gave him sons. But I promised myself that one day I would punish Fortunato for his insults to me. ![]() He hurt my feelings a thousand times during the years of my childhood. And he enjoyed making me look like a fool. We used to play together when we were children.įortunato was bigger, richer and more handsome than I was. Storyteller: Fortunato and I both were members of very old and important Italian families. Our story today is called "The Cask of Amontillado." It was written by Edgar Allan Poe. ![]()
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