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It was dark and cold-blooded and showery and lonely as I drove north on a picayune used two lane highway that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The reason I was in my car driving 90 land mile in the middle 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 vocalise 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 secern you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his last bed because you are the only one who can empathize the storey he has to recite. Is there any way you can arrive up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famed astronomer and professor. Like his grandfather, he spent his nights staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's casing, he was usually looking at monitors that gave him a numeric or visual representation of what his whale array of radio telescopes were seeing as they gathered data from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peers as `` Night Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many dark staring through the ocular of whale scope located on distant mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Sorensen had to order me, and why he thought I was the only one who would understand, was a complete whodunit 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 ally when we met on-line in an electronics treatment forum. We were both interested in remote control electronic control circuits. He was, of course of instruction, interested in better ways to control his telescopes. I was worry in better ways to control ... shall we say, Thomas More interesting aspects of human demeanour. One of my sidelines is various electronic devices that stimulate the body for the use of annoyance, pleasure, or control.

One sitting, Earl asked me outright what I actually did with some of the command 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 fulfill him in a individual chat room and gave me a tie-in to a way on a different web site - a situation that I knew well. The chat room location was on a very private BDSM web site that catered to the discernment of those who liked mechanical partial to their bondage and discipline

In reply to my un-asked question, he typed, `` I spend my life-time looking for patterns in the sky. I recognized the blueprint of your mail - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, affair like that. The Saami form shows up on several situation under several dissimilar login name. ``

I made a mental note to myself to depend 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 interest in control racing circuit. Earl became one of my very discerning customers. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor program, of many of my level. Evidently he must have said something about me to his granddaddy, because now the dying physician was summoning me to his expiry bed to try, and perhaps spell his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced stargazer who spent almost of his life staring at the stars might have to say that I had n't heard many meter 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 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 Doctor do n't think so, but his father predicted his own Death, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the nighttime. ``

Since I was entering a hospice domain, I was expecting to retrieve a very weak and run-down old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old theater of operations diary. `` 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 hands over the cover as it lay on his lap. `` Let 's begin at the origin, shall we. ''

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

'' Actually, let 's commence before the beginning, '' he corrected himself. `` My Father of the Church was born on April 20, 1909. In case the significance of that particular date 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 yoke 's example 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 part of the chronicle. Be affected role. I 'm getting to it ... I 'm getting to it. ``

He smiled, took a deep breath, and started anew. `` I was born on Oct 21, 1930. The significance of that particular date, of which I am certain you are unaware, is that ... ''

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

It was his bend to look surprised. `` A student of the virtuoso, are we ? ``

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the beneficial medico, `` they are the left-over debris from creation. And the chucks do n't fall out of the sky, the earth merely passes through the comet 's track of debris. The particular 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 chip off my Father of the Church 's comet. ``

His jest soon dissolved into a coughing fit. When it subsided he continued, `` I came in with the check and I am planning to go out with the crisp. The Crab doctors say I have another few workweek or even month, but tonight is as full a night to die as any other, and I might as well keep up the sept tradition - - - but first I have to tell you my story. ``

He paused. But this meter he did n't jape ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very lull with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before - usually in armed combat old stager. shrink call it `` the K international mile stare. '' Whatever memory was flashing through his mind was very potent and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that room as we all waited for him to wear the silence.

After a few moment, he sighed, took a deep breath, and continued, `` I need to tell you some affair 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 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 heart were now a very bright blue. `` I think you will understand ... and I am sure enough that you can distinguish my news report to the world. I no longer like 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 spread out the field daybook that was again resting beneath his mitt. `` W, I want you to have this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the pilot Gaelic. Maybe you can slide by 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 gear up. I nodded and he began, `` On my nineteenth natal day, Oct 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy as - what else - a weather forecaster. My pastime was astronomy, not meteorology, but the navy blue had decent navigator and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't impress ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted storm watchers, not star topology gazers and my tour of duty alternative boiled down to being a weatherman or a ship 's Captain Cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smile. `` I have always been a wicked Captain James Cook, but I can read a thermometer with the best of them. A rub in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the muster was still in post. They had n't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat Navy eats for a few years than risk of infection being drafted into an foot police 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 Post on a hillside in Eire near whirr castling. The Earl 's groovy observatory had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a place ample in history for someone like me who was interested in the stars. ``

He looked down a bit sheepishly. `` I 've never told Earl where his name came from. I wanted him to be named after the man who designed and built the great whirring Castle scope and initiatory saw proof of volute wandflower. But I could n't remember the proper name of the third Earl of Rosse. So, when my girl was considering what to list her first son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the cap as though he was watching the upstage wandflower in his judgment. Then he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and get himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was smack dab in the middle of the Emerald isle with not a whole lot to do except select temperature and barometric meter reading a couple of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of curtly day trip-up around Demesne to toss off time and con to a greater extent about the Celts. ``

'' In a little, 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 Celt called them, 'The Arrows of Hunter .'I took it into my head to translate those papers and spent most of a calendar month 's pay to buy high character copy of the originals. ``

'' Gaelic is a hellish spoken communication with too many letters and not enough words to really make sense in English, but I did my best with a lot of helper from a couple of local anesthetic Irish whiskey scholar. What intrigued me most was a admonition I found buried in the schoolbook that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteoroid shower bath because 'when an arrow from Orion 's bow falls to the ground at mid-darkness on 'Dark dark'the room access of the Billie Jean King Makers will spread .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A topical anesthetic scholar, who had been teaching me Erse, told me that 'King Makers'should be 'Queen Almighty'because the Celts did n't ingest Martin Luther King Jr.. They had Queens - Queens known for their beaut and their daring and their physical power. Brave general who had won great struggle would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the fairy. That not only served to supply incentive to the generals, it also provided brave breeding stock for next Queens to predominate over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This Same scholarly person assured me that 'Dark Night'was a reference point to Shavnah. If you transliterate the word from Gaelic into English letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamant it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially adamant that Gerald Gardiner had gotten it incorrectly when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original groundwork for what eventually became Hallowe'en. It is the Night of the world-class dark of the moon following the Autumnal equinox. My private instructor noted that the Romans took the holiday back with them after they ALMOST conquered Eire around 45 CE. They moved it to November 1, and the nighttime before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the first 21 day of October, not on Oct 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that entropy swallow hole into my very confused skull. `` In 1949, my natal day ..., and the extremum 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 smiling and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will have to overleap 2025. ''

Another shiver of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very straighten out, very colored dark, and the meteor display was phenomenal. Looking up at maven that you would never see in the illuminate befoulment that exists today, I could clearly see the full lineation of the mighty hunter and watch as arrow after arrow seemed to leave his bow and flash bulb across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few curtilage from where I was standing. I 'm trusted that it was nix more than a speck of dust or a very humble pebble by the time it hit the flat coat, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my eyes began to readjust to the darkness, I thought at first that the flash had damaged my retinas. I was trusted that something was untimely with my vision because I could not consider what my eyes showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful fair sex I had ever seen. She was tall, with a soundbox any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her body nearly to her feet. Her nipples were undimmed pink, and stood rigid and erect in the common cold, night air. The tomentum between her pegleg was a brighter shade of copper-orange and curled tightly against her scissure. ``

'' I shook my foreland as if to light up an odd delusion, but the nude woman remained standing before me and began to approach me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softie, 'There is not much time. The door remains open only for a short while. We must build a Queen before the free energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange frame of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the topical anesthetic version. ``

'' She pulled me into her arms and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the squishy territory of the Irish people fen. Our lovemaking making was phrenetic, she, from a need only she could understand, and I from my lustfulness for her nearly perfect body. In just moments we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a faggot ,'she said to me. 'Now we can take our prison term and truly love 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 nighttime. I was 19, and that was potential for me then. In the morning, we returned to my flat together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nothing but my shirt and coating. It was scandalously curtly for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure how I was going to excuse her to my roommates, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

'' Mrs. O'Malley, our landlord, was an extremely exacting, fiddling old Irish noblewoman who 'did n't put up with any shenanigans in her home .'She was sitting on the front porch as we came walking up the way. ``

'' I was still trying to figure out what to say when Eve spoke to her in Gaelic. Mrs. O'Malley 's eyes went encompassing and she crossed herself rapidly respective time. 'Of course, pet ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the plain room until we can cook the system for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the steps and went into the firm, Mrs. O'Malley pulled me divagation 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 Nox when the arrows were shooting, did ye ? Well, the door opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a fagot Creator for a wife. Aoife tells me that the pansy has been made, but understand this : You be sound to her, and the leprechauns will envy your luck. You treat her unseasonable, and you will envy those in the deep pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in luxuria, if not be intimate for Eve. Mrs O'Malley 's intelligence overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course I will marry her, and I would never deal her wrong .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will tie Eve. She will expect for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the stars and written in the stones. But I was speaking about the fag. You love her and levy her right hand or my spirit will cut across you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a incline of me that no one above the green has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six workweek later. A very senior priest conducted the ceremony far out in the countryside in a very old church service that seemed to be almost in ruins. I expected something close to the church 's measure wedding ceremony, but instead of the unconstipated book, he used a very, very old leather limit volume that appeared to be written totally in ancient Goidelic with flesh out calligraphy on every page. He spoke most of the military service in that same, foreign bod of Goidelic that Eve had spoken and I had bother following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each statement in side for my welfare. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the room access and opt this deathly man. Will you love him in the clip you have together and waitress for him until the arrows call him domicile ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you accept your chosenness ? Do you assure to carry the queen to her throne and beloved and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to wait for Eve until the night on which the arrows call you back so that you may be together forever ?'''

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

'' I found out what it all meant the survey July, when Earl 's female parent was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our entirely baby. Eve died in childbirth. Or at least that 's what the Doctor of the Church said. Eve had told me a few solar day before, with rent in her centre, that after the child 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 shamrock and wild prime of the heathland. ``

His voice was thick as he continued, `` I raised blush wine on my own - not easy for a man going through eight or so eld of college to get a doctor's degree. She had a impassioned disembodied spirit that matched the coloration of her hair, and in another age, in another topographic point, could very well give become a unfeigned Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the beneficial colleges and universities in the domain. She lives out due east and is now the head of one of the top lot 500 society. The chair in her situation is a invention based on the throne of the Celtic king, Medb, a mythical warrior queen regnant of antediluvian Eire. A portrayal of Medb in full battle armor hang behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that painting, but the artist painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another look at me over his crank, `` It would appear that the CEO 's of our large companies are the Kings and pansy of today and rose wine has fulfilled her destiny in today 's universe. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the finis of his energy telling me of the poove Makers and the queen he helped to bring into our humans. He said softly to no one, `` Our fiddling pink wine has become a nance. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With enceinte attempt he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. Tell it so masses will believe. assure it so someday on an Irish people fen, another female monarch Maker can step into our human race and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can last out longer for him than Eve did for me. Tell my story. Tell the taradiddle of Aoife, the Queen Maker and world-beater rose wine whom she brought into this world. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost co-occurrent with his net Christian Bible, the room was filled with a flare of light accompanied by a loud knock just outside the windowpane. A entertain came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't conceive what just happened. A minor meteor hit the solid ground right future to the building. I was afraid it might have 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 doorway 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 room silently as Earl softly said his final adios to his gramps. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to hear, but at one compass point I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, granddaddy. We could have gathered the entirely phratry 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 threshold, I paused and turned back to the bed. I addressed the torso lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a feeling that was probably now walking the heath in Ireland with the charwoman he had loved - and waited for - his entire life. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the populace the write up of Aoife, the faggot manufacturer. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds whirring Castle on Dark Night in 2025. I know that I will be too old to be chosen - if I had ever been desirable of that - but maybe, just maybe, the door will open near me, and you and Eve can tell me more of the narration of the Queen-makers. ``

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