He had not told me.

He has since said that he had decided about two hours earlier, in a car park, on his own.

Jolene stood up before he reached the bottom step.

She had it in her hand already.

A black fob with the crest on it, held out at about chest height.

And she said, loudly enough for perhaps the first nine rows: “This is for you, Silas.

It’s yours.