'Where are you taking me?' asked Dantes.
'Don't you know?' said the officer. 'Turn round and look.'
Dantes turned. The boat had passed the entrance of the port. On the right, he saw the dark shadow of the island of Ratonneau. And on the left, he saw the black shape of the island of If.
On the top of steep rocks, was a great prison fortress – the Chateau d'If. The thick stone walls of the prision had stood for three hundred years. Many stories were told about this terrible place.
The Chateau d'If!' cried Dantes. 'But – but Monsieur de Villefort promised –'
'I don't know what Monsieur de Villefort promised,' said the officer. ‘We have to take you there. Those were our orders.'
'Don't you know?' said the officer. 'Turn round and look.'
Dantes turned. The boat had passed the entrance of the port. On the right, he saw the dark shadow of the island of Ratonneau. And on the left, he saw the black shape of the island of If.
On the top of steep rocks, was a great prison fortress – the Chateau d'If. The thick stone walls of the prision had stood for three hundred years. Many stories were told about this terrible place.
The Chateau d'If!' cried Dantes. 'But – but Monsieur de Villefort promised –'
'I don't know what Monsieur de Villefort promised,' said the officer. ‘We have to take you there. Those were our orders.'