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It was dark and cold and rainy 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 miles in the heart of an October dark was because a man whom I had never met, Dr. Nathaniel L. Soren Peter Lauritz 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 unusual favor to ask of you. My grandad has asked me to call you. He says to severalize you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his last bed because you are the lonesome one who can empathize the account he has to enjoin. Is there any way you can come up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous uranologist and professor. Like his granddaddy, he spent his nights staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's case, he was usually looking at Monitor that gave him a numeric or ocular delegacy of what his goliath regalia of radio telescopes were seeing as they gathered entropy from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peer as `` Nox Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many nights staring through the eyepiece of giant scope located on removed mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Sorensen had to separate me, and why he thought I was the lonesome one who would sympathize, was a complete mystery story 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 life. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become friends when we met on-line in an electronics give-and-take meeting place. We were both interest in outside electronic control circuits. He was, of row, interested in better mode to control his telescopes. I was interest in dear ways to assure ... shall we say, More concern view of human behavior. One of my sidelines is diverse electronic twist that stimulate the body for the role of pain, pleasance, 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 floor me. '' And then added `` ... pun understood. ``

He then asked me to get together him in a buck private chat room and gave me a link to a room on a different web situation - a site that I knew well. The New World chat elbow room locating was on a very individual BDSM web site that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical overtones to their thrall and field of study

In resolution to my un-asked enquiry, he typed, `` I spend my living 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 Lapp pattern shows up on several website under several different login names. ``

I made a mental distinction to myself to look into ways of masking that impuissance in the future tense, and met him on the new internet site. It turned out we had more in plebeian that just an interest in control electric circuit. Earl became one of my very discreet customer. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor in chief, of many of my level. Evidently he must possess said something about me to his grandfather, because now the dying doc was summoning me to his end bed to hear, and perhaps pen his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced uranologist who spent most of his life staring at the hotshot might make to say that I had n't heard many clip before was a whodunit to me, but deep in my gut I had a tone that this mystery was well Worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building next 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 doctors do n't think so, but his founding father predicted his own death, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the Nox. ``

Since I was entering a hospice surface area, I was expecting to find a very frail and infirm old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old field 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 bridge player over the cover as it lay on his lap. `` Let 's Begin at the commencement, shall we. ''

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to start a lecture. I should n't stimulate been surprised at that. He had, at one fourth dimension, been a very striking professor as well as a renowned astronomer.

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

I must have looked somewhat mix up, because he looked up at me and added, `` It 's all constituent of the level. Be patient role. 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 significance of that date, of which I am sure you are unaware, is that ... ''

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

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

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the ripe doctor, `` they are the left-over dust from creation. And the chucks do n't fall out of the sky, the worldly concern merely passes through the comet 's trail of junk. The particular comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my father 's old champion, Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a scrap off my father 's comet. ``

His joke 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 microchip. The cancer doctor say I have another few calendar week or even months, but tonight is as soundly a night to die as any other, and I might as well hold on up the family line tradition - - - but offset I have to tell apart you my news report. ``

He paused. But this meter he did n't laugh ..., 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 look before - usually in combat ex-serviceman. psychiatrist call it `` the thousand mile stare. '' Whatever memory 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 better the silence.

After a few present moment, he sighed, took a deep hint, and continued, `` I need to severalize you some things about the arrows 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 field journal - not even Earl. No one would have believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would hold 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 center were now a very bright blue. `` I think you will understand ... and I am sure that you can tell my story to the world. I no longer manage what my bloke prof think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the trueness ... .. the absolute, beastly, source-of-myth-and-mysteries truth. ``

He paused to give the playing field diary that was again resting beneath his men. `` W, I want you to bear this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the original Erse. Maybe you can pass it on to person 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 19th birthday, Oct 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy as - what else - a weatherman. My interest was astronomy, not meteorology, but the dark blue had enough navigators and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't involve ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted tempest watchman, not starring gazers and my term of enlistment choices boiled down to being a weatherman or a ship 's cook. ``

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

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a cushy post on a hillside in Ireland near whirring palace. The Earl 's great lookout had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a berth rich in account for someone like me who was interested in the stars. ``

He looked down a bit sheepishly. `` I 've never told Earl where his epithet came from. I wanted him to be named after the man who designed and built the peachy whirr castle telescope and number 1 saw validation of spiral galaxy. But I could n't call up the proper public figure of the third Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to call her number one son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the distant galax in his thinker. Then he shook his head as if to illuminate his thoughts and add himself back to the show. `` Anyway, there I was smack dab in the middle of the Emerald Isle with not a whole lot to do except consider temperature and barometric version a couple of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of suddenly day trip-up around Demesne to kill sentence and acquire More about the Celts. ``

'' In a little, local museum in a nearby Town, I came upon some Gaelic manuscript that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid meteor showers, or as the Celts called them, 'The pointer of Hunter .'I took it into my nous to read those written document and spent most of a month 's pay to buy high caliber copies of the originals. ``

'' Goidelic is a beastly language with too many letters and not enough words to really make sense in English, but I did my best with a lot of help from a couple of local Irish bookman. What intrigued me most was a admonition I found buried in the text that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteoroid exhibitioner because 'when an pointer from Orion 's bow falls to the ground at mid-darkness on 'Dark dark'the doorway of the king maker will unfold .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A topical anesthetic scholar, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King Makers'should be 'Queen Godhead'because the Celts did n't have Martin Luther King Jr.. They had world-beater - Queens known for their beauty and their boldness and their physical ability. Brave superior general who had won not bad struggle would be rewarded with a nighttime or two in bed with the Queen. That not only served to provide incentive to the generals, it also provided brave breeding inventory for future faggot to rule over the Celtic clan. ``

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

'' Shavnah is the pilot basis for what eventually became Halloween. It is the dark of the first dark of the moon following the Autumnal equinoctial point. My tutor noted that the Romans took the holiday back with them after they ALMOST conquered Irish Republic 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 foremost 21 days of October, not on October 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very bewildered skull. `` In 1949, my natal day ..., and the peak 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 orphic smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will have to pretermit 2025. ''

Another shake of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very clear, very night night, and the meteor display was phenomenal. Looking up at genius that you would never see in the light contamination that exists today, I could clearly see the fully outline of the mighty hunting watch and lookout man as pointer after arrow seemed to forget his bow and flash across the Nox sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few yards from where I was standing. I 'm for certain that it was nothing more than a speck of junk or a very lowly pebble by the time it hit the ground, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my center began to readjust to the darkness, I thought at first that the flash had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was incorrect with my vision 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 tall, with a dead body any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her eubstance nearly to her feet. Her nipples were promising pink, and stood stiff and erect in the cold, night air. The hair between her stage was a brighter nuance of copper-orange and curled tightly against her cleft. ``

'' I shook my head as if to clear an odd delusion, but the nude woman remained standing before me and began to go about me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not much time. The door remains undecided only for a inadequate while. We must get a poof before the Energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange soma of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to sympathise the local interpretation. ``

'' She pulled me into her munition and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy soil of the Irish Gaelic fen. Our love fashioning was mad, she, from a want only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly stark body. In just consequence we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

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

'' We made love all night. I was 19, and that was possible for me then. In the cockcrow, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nothing but my shirt and pelage. It was scandalously shortstop for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure how I was going to explicate her to my roomy, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

'' Mrs. O'Malley, our landlord, was an extremely exacting, little old Irish ma'am who 'did n't put up with any shenanigan in her place .'She was sitting on the battlefront 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 wide of the mark and she crossed herself rapidly several times. 'Of grade, pet ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the spare room until we can hit the arranging for the marriage .'''

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

'' I was deeply in lust, if not fuck for Eve. Mrs O'Malley 's words overcame any hesitancy on my role, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course I will marry her, and I would never care for her wrong .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will marry Eve. She will hold off for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the adept and written in the stones. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and raise her right or my spirit will track you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a side of me that no one above the green has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six calendar week later. A very senior 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 building 's standard wedding ceremonial occasion, but instead of the unconstipated book, he used a very, very old leather bound volume that appeared to be written totally in ancient Erse with expatiate calligraphy on every page. He spoke to the highest degree of the Service in that Saami, strange var. of Goidelic that Eve had spoken and I had fuss following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each financial statement in English for my benefit. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and pick out this mortal man. Will you love him in the time you have together and wait for him until the arrows call him menage ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you have your chosenness ? Do you assure to bear the Queen to her can and beloved and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to waitress for Eve until the dark on which the arrows 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, ancient marriage rite in that area. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the postdate July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our only child. Eve died in childbearing. Or at least that 's what the doctors said. Eve had told me a few Day before, with tears in her eyes, that after the kid was born, she would have to be going base, 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 shamrocks and wild flower of the heath. ``

His vox was thick as he continued, `` I raised blush wine on my own - not easy for a man going through eight or so years of college to get a doctorate. She had a fiery feel that matched the color of her haircloth, and in another age, in another place, could very well receive become a true Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the best colleges and universities in the man. She lives out east and is now the head word of one of the top lot 500 companies. The death chair in her office is a design based on the stool of the Celtic Queen, Medb, a mythologic warrior Queen of ancient Hibernia. A portrait of Medb in entire struggle armour hangs behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that painting, but the creative person painted Medb to search very much like Eve. ``

Another look at me over his meth, `` It would seem that the CEO 's of our large companies are the Kings and Queens of today and rose wine has fulfilled her fortune in today 's world. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the last of his energy telling me of the queen Almighty and the Queen he helped to take into our world. He said softly to no one, `` Our petty rose wine has become a poove. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With expectant effort he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. Tell it so people will think. tell apart it so someday on an Irish Gaelic fen, another Queen Divine can ill-use into our public and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can outride longer for him than Eve did for me. secernate my story. assure the story of Aoife, the king Lord and Queen Rose whom she brought into this Earth. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his final words, the room was filled with a newsbreak of swooning accompanied by a trashy bang just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't trust what just happened. A little shooting star hit the ground right next to the building. I was afraid it might possess 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 honey Eve. ``

We all stood around in the way silently as Earl softly said his final arrivederci to his gramps. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to pick up, but at one spot I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, gramps. We could throw gathered the completely kinsperson 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 room access, I paused and turned back to the bed. I addressed the consistency lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a flavor that was probably now walking the heath in Ireland with the charwoman he had loved - and waited for - his intact life. `` Do n't vex Nate, '' I told him, `` I will distinguish the world the taradiddle of Aoife, the world-beater Creator. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds Birr castling on iniquity 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 unfold near me, and you and Eve can tell me More of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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