"The Cask of Amontillado" From Fortunato's Perspective
I should have known that Montresor would discover my plot. Yet, my own contempt for him was my undoing. Were I not as inhibited that night of carnival, perhaps my end would have been different. Though, as I knew not his plans for me, I followed him to his house. With the lure of Amontillado, I staggered to my doom.
It was not the defending of my title of wine connoisseur that caused me to be eagerly be led to the catacombs. I wanted to learn even more about my enemy, so that when I conquered his vast shipping empire, I could picture the expression on his face. I could look back and laugh at the thought of him giving me a glass of his prized Amontillado as I mentally toasted to his downfall. I was truly curious however when I asked the meaning of his family arms. "Is this the reason that my family name is slandered, because your grandfather felt he had to live up to his family motto? Or did he enjoy destroying my family's honor in one fell swoop?" I thought to myself.
At this point in our journey I had a rather painful coughing fit. My lungs had never been the same after I had caught the flu three winters earlier. The eerie atmosphere of the claustrophobic inducing tunnel caused me to start rethinking my little adventure with Montresor. When he explained that a river was running over us, I almost fled the tunnel to go back the the streets with the others. But no, I will forever be set apart from everyone else. No mater when I leave the catacombs I will always be alone with my secrets.
I almost didn't realize when Montresor chained me to the wall, so lost I was in my melancholy mind. As I tried to pull free I could not help but think that this was in jest. For it was impossible that Montresor knew the depth of my treachery. Even if he had guessed what I had done, now he will never know how I brought his mighty empire to an end. My people will continue their work until long after I am dead and the damage irreversible. "That is my legacy" I thought "I will forever be known as a man who settles his debts."
I started to laugh in earnest at Montresor's folly. Only he would go to the trouble of walling me up in my very own burial chamber. Oh, Montresor, how I wish I could live long enough to see my scheme pan out. That is my only regret, along with missing out on the Amontillado. You would think he would have some to torture me with, but no. He will forever be rude "So there is no Amontillado, old friend?" I called out, he did not hear me over his frenzied labors. I was dieing from the minute I walked down into the earth. I was already dead by the time the last stone was placed.
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