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It was dark and cold and rainy and lonely as I drove north on a little used two lane main road that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The reason I was in my car driving 90 miles in the middle of an October night was because a man whom I had never met, Doctor of the Church Nathaniel L. Sorensen, had summoned me to his death bed.

That may go like an odd way of putting it, but it is exactly what his grandson, Earl, told me when he called me just before ten o'clock tonight. `` W, '' he began, `` I have a very strange party favour to ask of you. My grandfather has asked me to call you. He says to tell you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his death bed because you are the only if one who can understand the account he has to severalize. Is there any way you can come up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and professor. Like his grandfather, he spent his Nox staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's caseful, he was usually looking at proctor that gave him a numeric or ocular internal representation of what his giant array of radio telescopes were seeing as they gathered selective information from the skies. His gramps, affectionately known by his peers as `` Night Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many dark staring through the eyepiece of behemoth telescopes located on removed mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Sorensen had to tell me, and why he thought I was the lonesome one who would understand, was a complete closed book to me. I had never met the man. I had never spoken with him. I had never communicated with him in any way in my entire lifespan. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become ally when we met on-line in an electronics discussion meeting place. We were both interested in outback electronic control electrical circuit. He was, of course, matter to in dear way of life to control his telescope. I was interested in beneficial ways to control ... shall we say, Thomas More interesting aspects of human behavior. One of my out of bounds is various electronic device that stimulate the torso for the aim of painful sensation, joy, or control.

One academic session, Earl asked me outright what I actually did with some of the control circuits we discussed. I told him, `` You would be shocked ... pun intended. ``

He answered, `` You would be surprised what it takes to shock me. '' And then added `` ... pun understood. ``

He then asked me to match him in a private chat room and gave me a link to a room on a different web site - a land site that I knew well. The chat room location was on a very buck private BDSM web site that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical overtones to their bondage and subject area

In solvent to my un-asked question, he typed, `` I spend my spirit looking for patterns in the sky. I recognized the pattern of your office - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, things like that. The like form shows up on various sites under several different login names. ``

I made a mental note to myself to look into agency of masking that weakness in the hereafter, and met him on the new land site. It turned out we had more in common that just an interest in control circuits. Earl became one of my very discerning customer. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor, of many of my account. Evidently he must induce said something about me to his grandad, because now the dying Dr. was summoning me to his death bed to take heed, and perhaps write his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced stargazer who spent most of his biography staring at the stars might have to say that I had n't heard many times before was a mystery to me, but deep in my gut I had a feeling that this mystery story was well Worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building following to the hospital, Earl met me at the door. He said flatly, `` Nate says he is going to die tonight. '' Then he shrugged and added, as if in explanation, `` It 's his birthday. The doctor do n't conceive so, but his begetter predicted his own death, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the night. ``

Since I was entering a hospice sphere, I was expecting to find a very weak and weak old man, but when I stepped into to the elbow room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old field journal. `` ejaculate in W, '' he greeted me. `` You are probably wondering why you are here. ``

'' That is More than an understatement, '' I replied.

He motioned me to a chair that had been placed at his bedside, closed the notebook, and folded his hands over the cover as it lay on his lap. `` Let 's begin at the beginning, shall we. ''

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to start a lecture. I should n't hold been surprised at that. He had, at one time, been a very prominent prof as well as a renowned astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's get before the beginning, '' he corrected himself. `` My father was born on Apr 20, 1909. In compositor's case the significance of that escort escapes you, that was the day that Bill Haley 's Comet passed close to the earth. He died on Feb 9, 1986, again as Haley passed closest to the earth. He always said that he was going to come after Mark pair 's case and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

I must take in looked somewhat confused, because he looked up at me and added, `` It 's all theatrical role of the news report. Be patient. I 'm getting to it ... I 'm getting to it. ``

He smiled, took a mystifying intimation, and started anew. `` I was born on October 21, 1930. The significance of that date, of which I am sure you are incognizant, is that ... ''

I interrupted him and finished his sentence with `` it is the peak of the Orionid meteor showers. ``

It was his turn to look surprised. `` A educatee of the mavin, are we ? ``

'' No, '' I answered, `` but Earl is never available from October 19 through 23 because chucks of old comet are falling out of the sky. ``

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the good doctor, `` they are the left-over debris from creation. And the chuck do n't diminish out of the sky, the earthly concern merely passes through the comet 's track of junk. The picky comet that causes the Orionids is none early than my father 's old friend, William John Clifton Haley Jr., itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a chip off my father 's comet. ``

His gag soon dissolved into a cough fit. When it subsided he continued, `` I came in with the check and I am planning to go out with the chips. The cancer doctors say I have another few calendar week or even months, but tonight is as sound a night to die as any other, and I might as well proceed up the class custom - - - but first I have to severalize you my story. ``

He paused. But this metre he did n't laugh ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very quiet with his oculus taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before - usually in fighting veterans. head-shrinker call it `` the 1000 international mile stare. '' Whatever retention was flashing through his mind was very powerful and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that room as we all waited for him to break the silence.

After a few moments, he sighed, took a inscrutable breath, and continued, `` I need to tell you some things about the arrow from Orion 's bow that I have never written down for anyone except myself ... '' He held up the notebook computer. `` ... and I have never shown anyone this theatre journal - not even Earl. No one would feature believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would get been laughed out of academia. ``

'' Earl has shown me some of the things that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his glasses. His eyes were now a very lustrous blue angel. `` I think you will interpret ... and I am sure that you can tell my story to the worldly concern. I no longer care what my fellow prof think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the truth ... .. the absolute, beastly, source-of-myth-and-mysteries truth. ``

He paused to open the field journal that was again resting beneath his hand. `` W, I want you to have this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the original Gaelic. Maybe you can pass it on to soul who might be around in 2025, or even 2063. ``

He again looked at me over the top of his ice and raised his eyebrows as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded and he began, `` On my nineteenth natal day, October 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy as - what else - a weatherman. My interestingness was astronomy, not meteorology, but the United States Navy had enough navigator and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't bear upon ships at sea, violent storm do .'They wanted storm watchers, not star gazers and my hitch choice boiled down to being a weather forecaster or a ship 's Captain James Cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smile. `` I have always been a terrible cook, but I can read a thermometer with the honorable of them. A hitch in the navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the draft was still in place. They had n't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat navy chow for a few years than risk being drafted into an foot squad if things heated up with the Russians or someone else. ``

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a cushy military post on a hillside in Republic of Ireland near birr Castle. The Earl 's great observatory had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a place copious in chronicle for someone like me who was interested in the wiz. ``

He looked down a bit sheepishly. `` I 've never told Earl where his public figure came from. I wanted him to be named after the man who designed and built the great whirr rook telescope and first saw substantiation of helical coltsfoot. But I could n't commemorate the proper public figure of the third Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to key her first son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the cap as though he was watching the upstage galaxies in his judgment. Then he shook his headspring as if to crystallize his thought process and bring himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was bang dab in the middle of the Emerald isle with not a whole lot to do except take temperature and barometric readings a match of sentence a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of short day tripper around landed estate to kill time and acquire more about the Celt. ``

'' In a piffling, local museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Gaelic manuscripts that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid meteoroid showers, or as the Kelt called them, 'The pointer of Orion .'I took it into my head to translate those documents and spent most of a calendar month 's pay to buy luxuriously calibre copies of the archetype. ``

'' Gaelic is a god-awful terminology with too many varsity letter and not enough words to really make mother wit in English, but I did my best with a lot of help from a couple of local Irish scholars. What intrigued me most was a monition I found buried in the text that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteor rain shower because 'when an arrow from Hunter 's bow falls to the ground at mid-darkness on 'Dark dark'the doorway of the magnate Jehovah will open .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local scholar, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King manufacturer'should be 'Queen Creator'because the Celts did n't have Billie Jean King. They had Queens - Queens known for their dish and their daring and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won groovy battles would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the poof. That not only served to provide inducement to the generals, it also provided brave education livestock for future Queens to prevail over the Celtic federation of tribes. ``

'' This same scholarly person assured me that 'Dark Night'was a mention to Shavnah. If you transliterate the word from Erse into side letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was intransigent it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially adamant that Gerald Gardiner had gotten it wrong when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the master copy basis for what eventually became Halloween. It is the nighttime of the first dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. My tutor noted that the roman print took the holiday back with them after they ALMOST conquered Emerald Isle around 45 CE. They moved it to November 1, and the night before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the first 21 mean solar day of October, not on October 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that info swallow hole into my very confused skull. `` In 1949, my birthday ..., and the peak of the Orionid meteor rain shower, fell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063. '' He gave me a very mysterious grin and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will feature to miss 2025. ''

Another shiver of the head brought him back to his narration. `` In '49 it was a very clear, very coloured night, and the meteor showing was phenomenal. Looking up at stars that you would never see in the light pollution that exists today, I could clearly see the to the full outline of the mighty Orion and watch as arrow after arrow seemed to forget his bow and flare across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few chiliad from where I was standing. I 'm sure that it was nothing Thomas More than a speck of dust or a very small pebble by the metre it hit the ground, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my center began to reset to the darkness, I thought at offset that the instant had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrong with my visual modality because I could not believe what my eyes showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful womanhood I had ever seen. She was tall, with a body any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hairsbreadth wound around her dead body nearly to her human foot. Her nipples were smart pink, and stood starchy and put up in the cold, night air. The tomentum between her legs was a brighter wraith of copper-orange and curled tightly against her cleft. ``

'' I shook my principal as if to illuminate an odd hallucination, but the nude painting cleaning woman remained standing before me and began to draw near me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not very much time. The door remains open only for a short while. We must establish a Queen before the energy dissipates .'At to the lowest degree, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange form of Goidelic, and I had enough difficulty trying to understand the local version. ``

'' She pulled me into her arms and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy territory of the Irish fen. Our love making was excited, she, from a motivation only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly everlasting body. In just bit we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a Queen ,'she said to me. 'Now we can make our time and truly enjoy each early. You may call me Eve .'I did n't learn until later that Eve was spelled A-o-i-f-e ''

'' We made have it off all dark. I was 19, and that was possible for me then. In the dawning, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nothing but my shirt and coat. It was scandalously short for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure how I was going to explain her to my roommate, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

'' Mrs. O'Malley, our landlord, was an extremely fastidious, fiddling old Irish people gentlewoman who 'did n't put up with any shenanigans in her blank space .'She was sitting on the front porch as we came walking up the path. ``

'' I was still trying to figure out what to say when Eve spoke to her in Gaelic. Mrs. O'Malley 's eyes went full and she crossed herself rapidly several times. 'Of course, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the trim elbow room until we can make the arranging for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the steps and went into the house, Mrs. O'Malley pulled me aside and said to me in her heavily lilted English people, 'So, Nate, me boy, you just had to go wandering on the fen on iniquity night when the arrow were shooting, did ye ? wellspring, the door opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a Queen Godhead for a married woman. Aoife tells me that the Queen has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will envy your circumstances. You treat her wrong, and you will begrudge those in the mysterious pit of perdition .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not love for Eve. Mrs. O'Malley 's Holy Writ overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course I will marry her, and I would never treat her awry .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will get married Eve. She will wait for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the stars and written in the Lucy Stone. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and raise her right or my spirit will go after you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a side of me that no one above the viridity has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six weeks later. A very aged priest conducted the ceremonial far out in the countryside in a very old church that seemed to be almost in ruins. I expected something close to the church 's received wedding ceremony, but instead of the even book, he used a very, very old leather bound volume that appeared to be written totally in antediluvian Goidelic with elaborate penmanship on every Page. He spoke most of the table service in that Lapplander, foreign bod of Gaelic that Eve had spoken and I had trouble following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each statement in English for my benefit. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and chosen this mortal man. Will you sleep with him in the time you have together and wait for him until the arrows call him plate ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you accept your chosenness ? Do you forebode to sway the Queen to her throne and erotic love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to expect for Eve until the night on which the arrow call you back so that you may be together forever ?'''

'' I answered, 'Yes, I do ,'but I really had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. None of it made horse sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, antediluvian marriage ritual in that area. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the play along July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our only child. Eve died in childbirth. Or at least that 's what the MD said. Eve had told me a few years before, with rip in her heart, that after the child was born, she would give birth to be going home, but she would wait for me there as she had promised. Her grave accent is on that hillside where I first met her. By her postulation, it is marked only by the hop clover and baseless flowers of the heathland. ``

His spokesperson was thick as he continued, `` I raised Rose on my own - not easy for a man going through eight or so years of college to get a doctorate. She had a torrid spirit that matched the color of her hair, and in another age, in another place, could very well have become a true fairy. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the best colleges and universities in the cosmos. She lives out east and is now the head of one of the top lot 500 ship's company. The chair in her office is a purpose based on the throne of the Celtic poove, Medb, a mythical warrior Queen of antediluvian Eire. A portrait of Medb in full battle armor hangs behind her desk. I do n't get it on where she got that painting, but the artist painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another face at me over his field glass, `` It would look that the CEO 's of our large society are the Kings and fag of today and Rose has fulfilled her circumstances in today 's earth. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the last of his zip telling me of the nance Makers and the female monarch he helped to impart into our human beings. He said softly to no one, `` Our little pink wine has become a Queen. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With great effort he raised his head. `` William Tell my story, W. Tell it so masses will believe. tell it so someday on an Irish fen, another female monarch Divine can step into our populace and a right man will be waiting. Maybe she can stay longer for him than Eve did for me. Tell my story. Tell the report of Aoife, the queen mole rat Maker and king Rose whom she brought into this world. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his final actor's line, the room was filled with a flash of luminosity accompanied by a loud smasher just outside the windowpane. A nurse came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't consider what just happened. A modest meteor hit the ground right adjacent to the building. I was afraid it might give broken the window, it was so close. ``

'' Everything 's fine, '' I answered. All eyes followed mine as I looked back at the bed, `` That was just the door opening so Dr. Sorensen could go back to a hillside on the heath to be with his dear Eve. ``

We all stood around in the room silently as Earl softly said his final goodbyes to his granddad. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to discover, but at one point I could clearly him say, `` I should give birth believed you, grandfather. We could have gathered the whole family to be here tonight instead of just me. But I guess you wanted it this way. I hope you told W everything you wanted him to say. ``

When he was finished and we were all starting to go out the door, I paused and turned back to the bed. I addressed the body lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a spirit that was probably now walking the heath in Irish Republic with the woman he had loved - and waited for - his entire life. `` Do n't interest Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the earthly concern the story of Aoife, the Queen Maker. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds Birr palace on Dark Night in 2025. I know that I will be too old to be chosen - if I had ever been worthy of that - but maybe, just maybe, the door will give near me, and you and Eve can tell me more of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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