When half the people of his land had died, he called to him a thousand healthy, happy friends, and with them went far away to live in one of his palaces. And the sickness lasted, from beginning to the end, no more than half an hour.īut Prospero, the ruler of that land, was happy and strong and wise. The bright red spots upon the body and especially upon the face of the sick man made other men turn away from him, afraid to try to help. Then there was bleeding through the skin, though it was not cut or broken - and then, death! There were sharp pains, and a sudden feeling that the mind was rushing in circles inside the head. Blood was its mark - the redness and the horror of blood. No sickness had ever been so deadly - so great a killer - or so fearful to see. The Red Death had long been feeding on the country. The story was originally adapted and recorded by the U.S. We present the short story "The Masque of the Red Death, by Edgar Allen Poe.
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