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It was drear and inhuman 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 reason I was in my car driving 90 knot 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 death 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 strange favor 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 lonesome one who can understand the storey he has to tell. Is there any way you can fall up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and prof. Like his grandpa, he spent his Nox staring at the empyrean - well, actually, in Earl 's case, he was usually looking at reminder that gave him a numeric or visual internal representation of what his elephantine regalia of radio telescope were seeing as they gathered information from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peers as `` Nox Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many nights staring through the eyepiece of giant 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 but one who would understand, 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 entire biography. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become ally when we met on-line in an electronics discourse forum. We were both worry in remote electronic dominance circuits. He was, of course, interested in intimately ways to control his scope. I was concern in improve ways to ascertain ... shall we say, Thomas More interesting look of human conduct. One of my sidelines is several electronic twist that stimulate the physical structure for the design of painfulness, pleasure, or control.

One school term, 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 receive him in a secret New World chat room and gave me a link to a room on a different web website - a site that I knew well. The chat room location was on a very buck private BDSM internet site that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical partial tone to their bondage and field of study

In answer to my un-asked head, he typed, `` I spend my life history looking for shape in the sky. I recognized the practice of your posts - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, things like that. The same pattern shows up on respective sites under various different login name calling. ``

I made a mental note to myself to take care into ways of masking that weakness in the future, and met him on the new site. It turned out we had more in common that just an sake in control racing circuit. Earl became one of my very discreet customers. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor, of many of my stories. Evidently he must have said something about me to his granddad, because now the dying doctor was summoning me to his expiry bed to hear, and perhaps spell his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced uranologist who spent nigh of his liveliness staring at the stars might birth 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 was well worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building following to the infirmary, 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 natal day. The doctors do n't think so, but his Father-God predicted his own end, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the dark. ``

Since I was entering a hospice area, I was expecting to find a very frail and flea-bitten old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old theatre journal. `` Come 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 hired hand over the cover as it lay on his lap. `` Let 's begin at the root, shall we. ''

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to start a talk. I should n't have been surprised at that. He had, at one fourth dimension, been a very big professor as well as a far-famed astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's start before the beginning, '' he corrected himself. `` My father was born on April 20, 1909. In case the significance of that date escapes you, that was the day that Alex Haley 's Comet passed closest to the earth. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Haley passed closest to the land. He always said that he was going to follow cross Twain 's object lesson and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

I must give looked somewhat garbled, because he looked up at me and added, `` It 's all part of the chronicle. 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 meaning of that date, of which I am sure you are incognizant, is that ... ''

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

It was his turn to await storm. `` A student of the ace, 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 full physician, `` they are the left-over debris from macrocosm. And the chuck do n't fall out of the sky, the dry land merely passes through the comet 's trail of debris. The particular comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my beginner 's old friend, Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a chip off my father 's comet. ``

His laugh soon dissolved into a cough fit. When it subsided he continued, `` I came in with the microprocessor chip and I am planning to go out with the chips. The Cancer the Crab doctors say I have another few weeks or even months, but tonight is as honorable a dark to die as any other, and I might as well keep on up the home custom - - - but showtime I have to severalise you my story. ``

He paused. But this clip he did n't jape ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very quiet with his middle taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before - usually in combat veterans. shrink call it `` the thousand mile stare. '' Whatever retentivity was flashing through his head was very powerful and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that room as we all waited for him to break off the silence.

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

'' Earl has shown me some of the thing that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his specs. His centre were now a very shiny blue. `` I think you will understand ... and I am for certain that you can separate my narration to the world. I no longer care what my fellow professor think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the accuracy ... .. the absolute, god-awful, source-of-myth-and-mysteries truth. ``

He paused to open the field journal that was again resting beneath his mitt. `` W, I want you to cause this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the master copy Goidelic. Maybe you can surpass 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 brow 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 interest was astronomy, not weather forecasting, but the Navy had decent navigators and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't affect ships at sea, storm do .'They wanted violent storm watchman, 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 terrible James Cook, but I can translate 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 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 yr than endangerment being drafted into an infantry squad if thing 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 Emerald Isle near whir Castle. The Earl 's great observation tower had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a place racy in chronicle for individual like me who was concerned in the stars. ``

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 gravid whirr castling scope and low saw proof of spiral galax. But I could n't think of the proper name of the one-third Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to list her for the first time son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the upstage galaxies in his brain. Then he shook his drumhead as if to top his thoughts and bring himself back to the submit. `` Anyway, there I was smack dab in the eye of the Emerald Isle with not a unanimous lot to do except charter temperature and barometric indication a pair of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of short day trips around Demesne to kill time and get a line Thomas More about the Celts. ``

'' In a picayune, local museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Erse manuscripts that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid shooting star showers, or as the Celts called them, 'The arrow of Orion .'I took it into my drumhead to translate those papers and spent most of a month 's pay to buy richly quality copies of the originals. ``

'' Gaelic is a god-awful language with too many letters and not enough Scripture to really ca-ca signified in English people, but I did my best with a lot of help from a brace of local Irish people scholars. What intrigued me most was a warning I found buried in the text edition that said not to go walking on the fen during the shooting star shower because 'when an arrow from Orion 's bow falls to the dry land at mid-darkness on 'Dark Night'the threshold of the King manufacturer will afford .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local learner, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King God Almighty'should be 'Queen Makers'because the Celts did n't give B. B. King. They had Queens - Queens known for their beauty and their daring and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won capital battles would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the Queen. That not only served to put up incentive to the superior general, it also provided brave procreation stock for future Queens to rule over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This same scholar assured me that 'Dark Night'was a reference to Shavnah. If you transliterate the word from Gaelic into English people letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamantine it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially adamant that Gerald Samuel Rawson Gardiner had gotten it legal injury when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original ground for what eventually became Halloween. It is the night of the first base dark of the lunar month following the Autumnal equinox. My tutor noted that the Epistle to the Romans took the vacation 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 days of October, not on October 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that data sink into my very befuddled skull. `` In 1949, my natal day ..., and the point 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 mysterious smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will have to miss 2025. ''

Another shake of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very exonerate, very dark night, and the meteor display was phenomenal. Looking up at stars that you would never see in the unaccented pollution that exists today, I could clearly see the full abstract of the mighty Hunter and watch as pointer after arrow seemed to leave his bow and flash 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 that it was naught more than than a speck of dust or a very small pebble by the time it hit the land, but that close, the wink was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my eye began to reset to the shadow, I thought at firstly that the heartbeat had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrongfulness with my vision because I could not conceive what my heart showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was tall, with a dead body any Olympic athlete would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair injury around her body nearly to her feet. Her nipples were undimmed pink, and stood stiff and tumid in the frigidity, night air. The hairsbreadth between her legs was a brighter shade of copper-orange and curled tightly against her scissure. ``

'' I shook my question as if to authorise an odd hallucination, but the naked cleaning lady remained standing before me and began to approach me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softie, 'There is not lots clock time. The door remains heart-to-heart only for a short while. We must do a Queen before the energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange manikin of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to see the local version. ``

'' She pulled me into her weapon system and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the squashy soil of the Irish fen. Our love devising was frantic, she, from a demand only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly perfect tense body. In just moments we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a queen mole rat ,'she said to me. 'Now we can subscribe to our prison term and truly relish each other. You may scream me Eve .'I did n't get wind until later that Eve was spelled A-o-i-f-e ''

'' We made make love all night. 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 nothing but my shirt and coating. It was scandalously scant 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 people lady who 'did n't put up with any roguery 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 Gaelic. Mrs O'Malley 's eyes went astray and she crossed herself rapidly several multiplication. 'Of course, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the extra elbow room until we can make the arrangements for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the pace and went into the house, Mrs O'Malley pulled me aside and said to me in her heavily lilted English, 'So, Nate, me boy, you just had to go wandering on the fen on night Night when the arrow were shooting, did ye ? fountainhead, the threshold opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a Queen manufacturer for a married woman. Aoife tells me that the pouf has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will begrudge your luck. You treat her legal injury, and you will envy those in the deepest pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not jazz for Eve. Mrs O'Malley 's Book overcame any hesitancy on my contribution, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of grade I will hook up with her, and I would never treat her wrong .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will hook up with Eve. She will wait for you and you will look for her. That is foretold in the principal and written in the rock. But I was speaking about the fag. You love her and produce her right or my look will track you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a side of meat of me that no one above the putting surface has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six weeks later. A very aged priest conducted the ceremony 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 standard wedding ceremony, but instead of the regular book, he used a very, very old leather bound book that appeared to be written totally in ancient Gaelic with elaborate calligraphy on every page. He spoke nigh of the service in that same, unknown form of Gaelic that Eve had spoken and I had trouble following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each affirmation in English for my welfare. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the doorway and opt this person man. Will you love him in the meter you have together and wait for him until the arrow call him plate ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you accept your chosenness ? Do you promise to convey the tabby to her throne and making love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you predict to wait for Eve until the Night on which the pointer call you back so that you may be together forever ?'''

'' I answered, 'Yes, I do ,'but I really had no idea what in the inferno he was talking about. None of it made sentiency. I just assumed that they used some unusual, ancient matrimony ritual in that field. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the succeed July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our but child. Eve died in childbirth. Or at least that 's what the medico said. Eve had told me a few years before, with snag in her eye, that after the child was born, she would have to be going domicile, but she would look 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 cuckoo bread and wild flower of the heath. ``

His voice was thick as he continued, `` I raised rose on my own - not easy for a man going through eight or so class of college to get a doctor's degree. She had a fiery spirit that matched the coloring material of her haircloth, and in another age, in another lieu, could very well have become a true Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the substantially colleges and universities in the domain. She lives out due east and is now the principal of one of the top Fortune 500 companies. The professorship in her office staff is a design based on the pot of the Celtic faggot, Medb, a mythological warrior queer of ancient Ireland. A portrayal of Medb in fully battle armor knack behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that painting, but the artist painted Medb to attend very much like Eve. ``

Another look at me over his chalk, `` It would appear that the CEO 's of our bombastic companies are the Kings and nance of today and Rose has fulfilled her fortune in today 's world. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the last of his vim telling me of the tabby shaper and the Queen he helped to bring into our world. He said softly to no one, `` Our piffling rose wine has become a Queen. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With great effort he raised his oral sex. `` William Tell my taradiddle, W. Tell it so multitude will trust. Tell it so someday on an Irish whiskey fen, another fairy Almighty can step into our humans and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can rest longer for him than Eve did for me. Tell my story. say the account of Aoife, the poof manufacturer and nance rose wine whom she brought into this cosmos. ``

With that his school principal lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his final words, the room was filled with a flash of swooning accompanied by a loud charge just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the elbow room, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't believe what just happened. A small meteor hit the soil right next to the building. I was afraid it might have broken the window, it was so close. ``

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

We all stood around in the elbow room silently as Earl softly said his final exam goodby to his grandpa. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to get word, but at one period I could clearly him say, `` I should ingest believed you, gramps. We could let gathered the unhurt sept 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 look that was probably now walking the heath in Ireland with the adult female he had loved - and waited for - his entire life. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will separate the human beings the story of Aoife, the Queen Maker. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds whirring Castle on shadow nighttime 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 taradiddle of the Queen-makers. ``

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