You arrive at Speke’s funeral.
The two of you had been through a lot together.
The two-faced worm saved your life back in Africa. It’s sad that he’s gone.
Maybe if Speke had actually taken part in the debate, he would have been discredited anyway. At least, that is what you’d like to think.
Perhaps you will never accept that Speke was right.
Perhaps you will spend the rest of your life in denial.
THE END
