He even took the Gramophone on safari. Three rifles... supplies for a month and Mozart. He began our friendship with a gift. And later... not long before Tsavo... he gave me another. An incredible gift. A glimpse of the world through God's eye. And I thought... "Yes, I see. This is the way it was intended." I've written about all the others... not because I loved them less... but because they were clearer, easier. He was waiting for me there. But I've gone ahead of my story. He'd have hated that. Denys loved to hear a story told well. You see... I had a farm in Africa... at the foot of the Ngong Hills. But it began before that. It really began in Denmark. And there I knew two brothers. One was my lover, and one was my friend...
