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It was dark and cold and rainy and lonely as I drove north on a niggling used two lane highway that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The reason I was in my car driving 90 mile in the middle of an Oct dark was because a man whom I had never met, Doctor Nathaniel L. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen, had summoned me to his dying 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 grandpa has asked me to shout you. He says to tell you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his death bed because you are the only one who can understand the story he has to separate. Is there any way you can come up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and professor. Like his grandfather, 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 visual agency of what his giant regalia of receiving set telescopes were seeing as they gathered data from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peer as `` Night Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many nights staring through the eyepiece of jumbo telescopes located on distant mountaintops all over the world.

What the senior Dr. Sorensen had to tell me, and why he thought I was the only one who would understand, was a stark 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 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 forum. We were both worry in remote electronic controller racing circuit. He was, of course, matter to in better elbow room to command his scope. I was occupy in full mode to operate ... shall we say, more interesting aspects of man behavior. One of my sidelines is diverse electronic devices that stimulate the trunk for the purpose of painfulness, pleasure, or control.

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

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

He then asked me to meet him in a private chat room and gave me a link to a room on a different web land site - a situation that I knew well. The New World chat way location was on a very private BDSM situation that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanically skillful overtones to their thralldom and discipline

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

I made a mental note to myself to look into ways 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 lap. Earl became one of my very discreet customer. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor, of many of my story. Evidently he must have said something about me to his grandad, because now the dying doctor was summoning me to his death bed to hear, and perhaps compose his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced uranologist who spent nigh of his life staring at the virtuoso might bear to say that I had n't heard many times before was a mystery to me, but deep in my gut I had a tactile sensation that this mystery was well worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building succeeding 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 birthday. The doc do n't retrieve 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 night. ``

Since I was entering a hospice area, I was expecting to encounter a very weak and decrepit old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old theatre of operations journal. `` Come in W, '' he greeted me. `` You are probably wondering why you are here. ``

'' That is to a greater extent than an understatement, '' I replied.

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

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to embark on a talking to. I should n't have been surprised at that. He had, at one fourth dimension, been a very large professor as well as a renowned astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's initiate before the beginning, '' he corrected himself. `` My male parent was born on April 20, 1909. In display case the significance of that day of the month escapes you, that was the day that Haley 's Comet passed skinny to the earthly concern. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Alex Haley passed airless to the land. He always said that he was going to follow scratch yoke 's case 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 story. 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 implication of that particular date, of which I am certain you are unaware, is that ... ''

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

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

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the good doctor, `` they are the left-over debris from creation. And the chucks do n't fall out of the sky, the solid ground merely passes through the comet 's trail of dust. The particular proposition 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 founding father 's comet. ``

His laugh 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 french fries. The Cancer the Crab doctors say I have another few workweek or even months, but tonight is as safe a night to die as any former, and I might as well keep up the family tradition - - - but first I have to tell you my report. ``

He paused. But this time he did n't laugh ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very hushed with his eye taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that tone before - usually in fight vet. psychiatrist call it `` the thousand mile stare. '' Whatever memory was flashing through his mind was very mightily and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that way as we all waited for him to break the silence.

After a few moments, he sighed, took a deep hint, and continued, `` I need to distinguish you some affair about the arrows from Hunter 's bow that I have never written down for anyone except myself ... '' He held up the notebook. `` ... and I have never shown anyone this airfield journal - not even Earl. No one would have believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would make 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 center were now a very shiny blue. `` I think you will understand ... and I am sure that you can evidence my storey to the public. I no longer like what my beau professors think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the truth ... .. the absolute, god-awful, source-of-myth-and-mysteries truth. ``

He paused to open the field journal that was again resting beneath his manpower. `` W, I want you to have this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the original Gaelic. Maybe you can pass it on to 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 19th birthday, October 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the naval forces as - what else - a weatherman. My interest was astronomy, not meteorology, but the USN had sufficiency navigators and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't affect ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted storm watchers, not star gazers and my term of enlistment option boiled down to being a weather forecaster or a ship 's Cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smiling. `` I have always been a terrible cook, but I can read a thermometer with the easily of them. A snag in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the swig 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 long time than risk being drafted into an infantry squad if affair heated up with the Russians or someone else. ``

'' In any event, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a cushy post on a hillside in Ireland near Birr Castle. The Earl 's great observatory had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a place rich in history for someone like me who was concern 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 heavy Birr castle telescope and kickoff saw substantiation of spiral galaxies. But I could n't remember the proper name of the third Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to name her first son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the roof as though he was watching the distant Galax urceolata in his mind. Then he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and lend himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was relish dab in the midsection of the Emerald islet with not a whole lot to do except take temperature and barometrical reading material a mates of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of short day tripper around landed estate to vote down time and learn More about the Kelt. ``

'' In a little, local museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Erse manuscript that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid meteor showers, or as the Celts called them, 'The pointer of Orion .'I took it into my head to translate those papers and spent most of a month 's pay to buy gamey tone copies of the pilot. ``

'' Gaelic is a beastly linguistic process with too many letters and not enough words to really make sense in English, but I did my best with a lot of service from a couple of local Irish people bookman. What intrigued me most was a warning I found buried in the text that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteor shower because 'when an arrow from Orion 's bow falls to the ground at mid-darkness on 'Dark Night'the doorway of the King Makers will open up .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local scholar, who had been teaching me Erse, told me that 'King maker'should be 'Queen manufacturer'because the Celt did n't give birth Kings. They had Queens - Queens known for their beauty and their dare and their forcible ability. Brave generals who had won great battles would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the Queen. That not only served to provide incentive to the full general, it also provided brave breeding stock for future fagot to rule over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This Sami bookman assured me that 'Dark dark'was a cite to Shavnah. If you transliterate the password 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 wrong when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original basis for what eventually became Halloween. It is the night of the first dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. My tutor noted that the Roman took the vacation back with them after they ALMOST conquered Ireland around 45 CE. They moved it to November 1, and the Nox 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. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very confused skull. `` In 1949, my natal day ..., and the visor of the Orionid shooting star showers, fell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063. '' He gave me a very mystic smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will have to miss 2025. ''

Another tremble of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very unclouded, very dreary dark, and the shooting star exhibit was phenomenal. Looking up at maven that you would never see in the light pollution that exists today, I could clearly see the full outline of the mighty hunter and watch as arrow after arrow seemed to leave his bow and news bulletin across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few one thousand from where I was standing. I 'm sure that it was cypher Sir Thomas More than a speck of dust or a very small pebble by the clock time it hit the footing, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my optic began to readjust to the iniquity, I thought at first that the flash had damaged my retinas. I was trusted that something was ill-timed with my imaginativeness because I could not believe what my middle showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was tall, with a body any Olympic athlete would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her soundbox nearly to her human foot. Her nipples were bright pink, and stood stiff and erect in the coldness, Night air. The hair between her legs was a brighter tone of copper-orange and curled tightly against her cleft. ``

'' I shook my headway as if to clear an odd hallucination, but the nude woman remained standing before me and began to approach me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not much time. The door remains clear only for a curt piece. We must make water a nance before the energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange form of Gaelic, and I had enough fuss trying to understand the local version. ``

'' She pulled me into her limb and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the squishy stain of the Irish people fen. Our love devising was excited, she, from a need only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly perfect consistence. In just moments we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

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

'' We made enjoy all Nox. I was 19, and that was potential for me then. In the morning time, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nil but my shirt and coat. It was scandalously short for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure how I was going to explain her to my roomie, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

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

'' I was still trying to figure out what to say when Eve spoke to her in Goidelic. Mrs. O'Malley 's optic went all-embracing and she crossed herself rapidly several times. 'Of course, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the spare way until we can prepare the arrangements for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the whole step and went into the house, Mrs. O'Malley pulled me digression and said to me in her heavily lilted English people, '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 doorway opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a Queen Maker for a married woman. Aoife tells me that the nance has been made, but understand this : You be dear to her, and the leprechauns will envy your luck. You treat her wrong, and you will begrudge those in the bass pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lecherousness, if not love for Eve. Mrs. O'Malley 's words overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of path I will marry her, and I would never treat her ill-timed .'''

'' Mrs O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will marry Eve. She will waitress for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the stars and written in the Harlan Fisk Stone. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and raise her rightfulness 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 week later. A very of age priest conducted the ceremony far out in the countryside in a very old Christian church that seemed to be almost in ruins. I expected something close to the Christian church 's standard wedding ceremony, but instead of the regular script, he used a very, very old leather spring volume that appeared to be written totally in ancient Erse with elaborate calligraphy on every Sir Frederick Handley Page. He spoke most of the service in that same, unusual variety of Goidelic that Eve had spoken and I had trouble following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each statement in English for my benefit. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and select this mortal man. Will you love him in the meter you have together and wait for him until the arrows call him dwelling house ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you accept your chosenness ? Do you promise to impart the Queen to her stool and love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you predict to waitress 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 idea what in the nether region he was talking about. None of it made sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, antediluvian spousal relationship ritual in that area. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the pursual July, when Earl 's female parent was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our lonesome tyke. Eve died in childbirth. Or at least that 's what the doctors said. Eve had told me a few days before, with tears in her middle, that after the child was born, she would take in to be going home, but she would hold back for me there as she had promised. Her grave is on that hillside where I first met her. By her petition, it is marked only by the shamrocks and godforsaken flowers of the heathland. ``

His spokesperson was thick as he continued, `` I raised pink 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 intent that matched the color of her hair, and in another age, in another place, could very well cause become a on-key Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the honorable colleges and universities in the world. She lives out eastern United States and is now the drumhead of one of the top luck 500 society. The chair in her bureau is a design based on the crapper of the Celtic poof, Medb, a fabulous warrior tabby of ancient Ireland. A portrait of Medb in full battle armour hangs behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that house painting, but the creative person painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another face at me over his trash, `` It would appear that the CEO 's of our large companies are the Kings and Queens of today and rose wine has fulfilled her destiny in today 's man. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the finis of his muscularity telling me of the pouf manufacturing business and the pansy he helped to bring into our mankind. He said softly to no one, `` Our trivial rosebush has become a pansy. ``

We could almost see the animation flowing out of him. With corking movement he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. Tell it so people will conceive. tell apart it so someday on an Irish people fen, another Queen Maker can maltreat into our worldly concern and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can stay put longer for him than Eve did for me. Tell my story. Tell the level of Aoife, the Queen manufacturer and Queen Rose whom she brought into this world. ``

With that his forefront lolled fully forward. Almost cooccurring with his final word of honor, the room was filled with a fanfare of light accompanied by a tacky boot just outside the windowpane. A nurse came rushing into the way, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't trust what just happened. A pocket-sized meteoroid hit the soil right next to the construction. I was afraid it might have broken the window, it was so close. ``

'' Everything 's fine, '' I answered. All center followed mine as I looked back at the bed, `` That was just the room access opening so Dr. Sorensen could go back to a hillside on the heathland to be with his beloved Eve. ``

We all stood around in the room silently as Earl softly said his concluding sayonara to his grandfather. about of what he said was too quiet for me to get wind, but at one point I could clearly him say, `` I should deliver believed you, grandad. We could feature gathered the whole 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 physical structure lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a sprightliness that was probably now walking the heathland in Irish Republic with the cleaning lady he had loved - and waited for - his total animation. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will order the worldly concern the story of Aoife, the queen regnant Maker. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds Birr palace on Dark Night in 2025. I know that I will be too old to be chosen - if I had ever been worthy of that - but maybe, just maybe, the door will open near me, and you and Eve can tell me Thomas More of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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