Montresor: You are hurt, my friend!
Montresor: We must turn back-you are too hurt to continue.
Hero: No… I… I am fine.
Montresor: Proceed; herein is the rare Moglin Berry Juice, Amoglinado!
Hero: Haha! Hehe! A very good joke, indeed-an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about this over our Moglin Berry Juice! Hehe!
Montresor: The Amoglinado!
Hero: Hehe! Yes, the Amoglinado. But is it not getting late? Let us be gone.
Montresor: Yes, let us be gone.
Hero: For the love of Lore, Montresor!
Montresor: Yes, my friend, for the love of Lore!
But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud — "My friend!" No answer. I called — "My friend!"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within.
There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up.
Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones.
For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.
In pace requiescat! Rest in Peace!