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It was dark and coldness and showery and lonely as I drove north on a little used two lane highway that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The cause I was in my car driving 90 international mile in the centre of an October night was because a man whom I had never met, Doctor Nathaniel L. Sorensen, had summoned me to his destruction bed.

That may sound 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 unusual party favor to ask of you. My grandfather has asked me to call you. He says to secernate you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his demise bed because you are the only one who can read the story he has to tell. Is there any way you can get up here ? ``

Earl was a rather noted stargazer and professor. Like his grandfather, he spent his night staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's case, he was usually looking at monitor that gave him a numeric or ocular representation of what his whale array of receiving set telescope were seeing as they gathered info from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his equal as `` dark Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many nights staring through the eyepiece of monster telescope located on removed mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen had to secernate me, and why he thought I was the only one who would realize, was a ended mystery 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 stallion life sentence. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become Friend when we met on-line in an electronics discussion forum. We were both occupy in removed electronic control condition circuits. He was, of trend, interested in better path to control his scope. I was interested in better way to control ... shall we say, More interesting look of human demeanor. One of my sidelines is respective electronic twist that stimulate the organic structure for the intention of pain, pleasure, or control.

One 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 outrage me. '' And then added `` ... pun understood. ``

He then asked me to meet him in a private New World chat room and gave me a link to a way on a unlike web site - a website that I knew well. The chat way position was on a very private BDSM site that catered to the tasting of those who liked mechanical overtones to their bondage and subject area

In response to my un-asked question, he typed, `` I spend my life looking for patterns in the sky. I recognized the pattern of your posts - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, things like that. The Sami pattern shows up on several land site under several different login names. ``

I made a mental note to myself to front into path of masking that weakness in the time to come, and met him on the new site. It turned out we had more in common that just an interest in control electrical circuit. Earl became one of my very discerning client. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor in chief, of many of my stories. Evidently he must get said something about me to his granddad, because now the dying physician was summoning me to his death bed to hear, and perhaps write his story.

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

When I got to the hospice building next to the infirmary, Earl met me at the threshold. 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 doctors do n't suppose so, but his Father of the Church 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 area, I was expecting to find a very frail and woebegone old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old field journal. `` seed 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 screening as it lay on his lap. `` Let 's begin at the source, shall we. ''

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to set forth a lecture. I should n't have been surprised at that. He had, at one time, been a very striking professor as well as a noted astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's protrude before the start, '' he corrected himself. `` My forefather was born on April 20, 1909. In case the import of that date escapes you, that was the day that Bill Haley 's Comet passed confining to the earth. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Bill Haley passed unaired to the earth. He always said that he was going to adopt Mark Twain 's instance and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

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

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

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

It was his turn of events to look surprised. `` A student of the stars, are we ? ``

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the honest Doctor of the Church, `` they are the left-over junk from creation. And the chow do n't accrue out of the sky, the earth merely passes through the comet 's trail of debris. The special comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my father 's old friend, Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a splintering off my founding father 's comet. ``

His jest soon dissolved into a coughing fit. When it subsided he continued, `` I came in with the chips and I am planning to go out with the chips. The cancer medico say I have another few calendar week or even calendar month, but tonight is as good a night to die as any former, and I might as well keep up the family tradition - - - but starting time I have to order you my story. ``

He paused. But this prison term he did n't jest ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very quiet with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that spirit before - usually in fighting stager. head-shrinker call it `` the M mile stare. '' Whatever memory was flashing through his mind was very knock-down and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that elbow room as we all waited for him to break the silence.

After a few minute, he sighed, took a deep breathing space, and continued, `` I need to tell you some things about the arrows from Hunter '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 field daybook - not even Earl. No one would have believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would have been laughed out of academe. ``

'' Earl has shown me some of the things that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his glasses. His middle were now a very undimmed wild blue yonder. `` I think you will sympathise ... and I am sure that you can tell my write up to the humanity. I no longer care what my fellow professors think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the Sojourner Truth ... .. the absolute, god-awful, source-of-myth-and-mysteries accuracy. ``

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

He again looked at me over the top of his glasses and raised his eyebrows as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded and he began, `` On my nineteenth birthday, Oct 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy as - what else - a weatherman. My interest was astronomy, not weather forecasting, but the Navy had enough sailing master and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't regard ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted storm witness, not star gazers and my enlistment selection boiled down to being a weather forecaster or a ship 's cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smile. `` I have always been a fearful cook, but I can study a thermometer with the best of them. A hitch in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the order of payment was still in seat. They had n't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat Navy Chow for a few old age than peril being drafted into an infantry team if things heated up with the Russians or someone else. ``

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a cushy post on a hillside in Ireland near birr Castle. The Earl 's smashing lookout had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a plaza rich in account for individual like me who was occupy in the star topology. ``

He looked down a bit sheepishly. `` I 've never told Earl where his gens came from. I wanted him to be named after the man who designed and built the with child birr castling telescope and first saw proof of gyrate galaxies. But I could n't remember the proper name of the third base Earl of Rosse. So, when my girl was considering what to name her first son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the distant extragalactic nebula in his mind. Then he shook his head as if to crystallize his thought process and bring himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was sapidity dab in the heart of the Emerald Isle with not a totally lot to do except take temperature and barometric meter reading a brace of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of unawares day trips around land to down time and learn More about the Celts. ``

'' In a petty, local museum in a nearby townsfolk, I came upon some Gaelic manuscripts that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid shooting star showers, or as the Celt called them, 'The Arrows of Orion .'I took it into my head to render those documents and spent almost of a month 's pay to buy high timber copies of the original. ``

'' Gaelic is a god-awful language with too many letters and not enough speech to really make up sense in English language, but I did my best with a lot of help from a couple of local anaesthetic Irish whiskey scholarly person. What intrigued me most was a word of advice I found buried in the text that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteor cascade because 'when an arrow from Orion 's bow falls to the background at mid-darkness on 'Dark Night'the doorway of the power Makers will open .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local bookman, who had been teaching me Erse, told me that 'King Makers'should be 'Queen Divine'because the Celt did n't experience Kings. They had Queens - Queens known for their beauty and their daring and their physical ability. Brave superior general who had won great battles would be rewarded with a Night or two in bed with the queen mole rat. That not only served to bring home the bacon incentive to the full general, it also provided brave gentility blood for future tense Queens to rule over the Celtic kinship group. ``

'' This same scholar assured me that 'Dark night'was a reference to Shavnah. If you transliterate the intelligence from Gaelic into English missive, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamant it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially adamantine that Gerald Gardiner had gotten it wrong when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the archetype basis for what eventually became Hallowe'en. It is the night of the starting time darkness of the moon following the Autumnal equinoctial point. My tutor noted that the Roman took the holiday back with them after they ALMOST conquered Ireland around 45 CE. They moved it to November 1, and the dark before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the first base 21 Day of Oct, not on October 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very bedevil skull. `` In 1949, my birthday ..., and the prime of the Orionid meteor showers, fell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063. '' He gave me a very cryptic smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will own to miss 2025. ''

Another shake of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very solve, very moody Nox, and the meteoroid video display was phenomenal. Looking up at stars that you would never see in the light befoulment that exists today, I could clearly see the total outline of the mighty hunter and sentinel as arrow after arrow seemed to entrust his bow and photoflash across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few yards from where I was standing. I 'm sure as shooting that it was nothing More than a pinch of detritus or a very lowly pebble by the clip it hit the ground, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my eye began to readjust to the darkness, I thought at first that the flash had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrong with my visual sensation because I could not believe what my eyes showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was grandiloquent, with a body any Olympic athlete would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her body nearly to her feet. Her nipples were bright pink, and stood stiff and erect in the frigidness, night air. The hair between her peg was a brighter shade of copper-orange and curled tightly against her fissure. ``

'' I shook my promontory as if to elucidate an odd hallucination, but the nude painting fair sex remained standing before me and began to go about me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not a lot meter. The door remains open only for a short piece. We must have a queen regnant before the push dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very unknown form of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the topical anaesthetic version. ``

'' She pulled me into her branch and began tugging at my habiliment. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy grunge of the Irish Gaelic fen. Our sexual love making was frantic, she, from a need only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly utter consistence. In just bit we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a poove ,'she said to me. 'Now we can take our metre and truly enjoy each other. You may call me Eve .'I did n't watch until later that Eve was spelled A-o-i-f-e ''

'' We made love all dark. I was 19, and that was possible for me then. In the morning, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing goose egg but my shirt and coat. It was scandalously unretentive for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure how I was going to explain her to my roommates, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

'' Mrs. O'Malley, our landlord, was an extremely fastidious, little old Irish lady who 'did n't put up with any shenanigans in her place .'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 Erse. Mrs. O'Malley 's eyes went wide and she crossed herself rapidly several time. 'Of course, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the spare elbow room until we can make the arrangements for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the footprint and went into the family, Mrs O'Malley pulled me excursus and said to me in her heavily lilted English language, 'So, Nate, me boy, you just had to go wandering on the fen on Dark Night when the pointer were shooting, did ye ? Well, the room access opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a queen Maker for a married woman. Aoife tells me that the Queen has been made, but understand this : You be in effect to her, and the leprechauns will begrudge your luck. You treat her wrong, and you will envy those in the mystifying pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not make out for Eve. Mrs. O'Malley 's words overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course of action I will hook up with her, and I would never treat her wrongly .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will get married Eve. She will look for you and you will await for her. That is foretold in the principal and written in the stones. But I was speaking about the pansy. You love her and raise her rightfield or my spirit will track you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a slope of me that no one above the green has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six weeks later. A very get on non-Christian priest conducted the ceremony far out in the countryside in a very old church that seemed to be almost in ruining. I expected something close to the Christian church 's monetary standard wedding ceremonial, but instead of the regular book, he used a very, very old leather boundary book that appeared to be written totally in ancient Gaelic with elaborate calligraphy on every page. He spoke well-nigh of the service in that like, unusual form of Gaelic that Eve had spoken and I had hassle following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each affirmation in English for my benefit. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and chosen this mortal man. Will you love him in the time you have together and hold back for him until the pointer call him home ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you take your chosenness ? Do you promise to expect the fag to her throne and love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to wait 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 sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, antediluvian marriage ritual in that area. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the following July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our only small fry. Eve died in childbirth. Or at to the lowest degree that 's what the doctors said. Eve had told me a few daytime before, with rip in her centre, that after the tyke was born, she would have to be going home, but she would wait for me there as she had promised. Her grave is on that hillside where I first met her. By her request, it is marked only by the hop clover and rampantly flowers of the heathland. ``

His vox 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 fiery spirit that matched the colouring of her hair, and in another age, in another plaza, could very well have become a true Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the best colleges and universities in the populace. She lives out east and is now the head of one of the top Fortune 500 companies. The chair in her office is a design based on the throne of the Celtic poof, Medb, a mythical warrior queen mole rat of ancient Ireland. A portrait of Medb in total engagement armor bent behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that picture, but the artist painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another look at me over his specs, `` It would appear that the CEO 's of our large companies are the big businessman and Queens of today and Rose has fulfilled her destiny in today 's man. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the last of his energy telling me of the Queen Makers and the Queen he helped to bring into our cosmos. He said softly to no one, `` Our lilliputian rosiness has become a nance. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With great effort he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. William Tell it so people will consider. distinguish it so someday on an Irish fen, another Queen Maker can pace into our world and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can stay longer for him than Eve did for me. Tell my account. Tell the story of Aoife, the Queen Maker and queen regnant rose wine whom she brought into this public. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost coinciding with his final Holy Writ, the room was filled with a flash lamp of light accompanied by a loud bang just outside the window. A nursemaid came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all rightfulness ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't trust what just happened. A humble shooting star hit the priming right succeeding to the construction. I was afraid it might experience broken the window, it was so close. ``

'' Everything 's amercement, '' I answered. All center 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 love Eve. ``

We all stood around in the way silently as Earl softly said his final sayonara to his granddad. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to hear, but at one spot I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, grandpa. We could have gathered the altogether 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 feeling that was probably now walking the heath in Hibernia with the womanhood he had loved - and waited for - his total life sentence. `` Do n't concern Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the world the story of Aoife, the Queen Divine. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds birr Castle on wickedness dark 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 open near me, and you and Eve can tell me more of the storey of the Queen-makers. ``

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