I was at the carnival one evening, having a splendid time when I ran an acquaintance of mine. Montresor seemed delighted to see me. I felt guilty, since the last time had seen Montresor I had insulted him greatly. Despite this, Montresor was incredibly kind to me. I greeted him enthusiastically hoping to make up for what I did.
It caught me off guard when he said he received a pipe of amontillado. Even a skilled person like myself had a hard time finding such a wine on a good day but to be able to obtain a whole pipe of it during a carnival was quite impressive. “How?” I told him. “Amontillado? A barrel? Impossible! Not to mention, in the middle of a carnival!”
“I am not sure if it is real,” he said.
Then he told me