Measure of a Man
Author's Note – The title on this one doesn't make much sense unless you know that Measure of a Man is a funeral dirge written by Heather Dale and meant to evoke the pyres of the warrior kings of old. It's a beautiful song, if quite sad.
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond, or any of Heather Dale's music. I just use them for inspiration.
The memorial service for Alec Trevelyan was on a Wednesday. James Bond was not in attendance.
Some of the younger agents had thought it odd that Bond would not attend the service for his best friend; others, older and more experienced, knew that all the speeches and sorrowful gestures in the world would not reach him right now, would not assuage the guilt and pain of Trevelyan's death. Instead, Bond was to be found, bottle in hand, in his flat. "Buy me a pint," he'd said. The words rang hollow and he took another drink. Buy me a bloody pint.