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It was dark and cold and rainy and lonely as I drove north on a little put-upon two lane highway that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The reason I was in my car driving 90 international nautical mile in the middle of an October Nox 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 unusual favor to ask of you. My grandfather has asked me to call you. He says to enjoin you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his destruction bed because you are the only one who can understand the story he has to distinguish. Is there any way you can come up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and professor. Like his grandfather, he spent his Nox staring at the welkin - well, actually, in Earl 's case, he was usually looking at monitors that gave him a numeric or optical representation of what his giant array of radio scope were seeing as they gathered info 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 giant telescopes located on distant mountaintops all over the world.

What the elderberry bush Dr. Sorensen had to tell me, and why he thought I was the only one who would empathize, was a complete secret to me. I had never met the man. I had never spoken with him. I had never communicated with him in any way in my stallion life. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become friends when we met on-line in an electronics word forum. We were both concerned in outside electronic control circuits. He was, of course, matter to in better ways to control his telescope. I was concern in respectable ways to control ... shall we say, more worry expression of human behavior. One of my sidelines is various electronic devices that stimulate the body for the design of pain, pleasure, or control.

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

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

He then asked me to meet him in a private chat room and gave me a liaison to a room on a different web land site - a website that I knew well. The confab room position was on a very common soldier BDSM site that catered to the gustatory modality of those who liked mechanical partial to their thrall and discipline

In answer to my un-asked enquiry, he typed, `` I spend my life looking for patterns in the sky. I recognized the approach pattern of your mail service - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, matter like that. The same form shows up on various sites under several different login public figure. ``

I made a mental note to myself to look into ways of masking that failing in the future, and met him on the new site. It turned out we had more in coarse that just an interest in control circuits. Earl became one of my very discerning client. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor program, of many of my stories. Evidently he must take in said something about me to his grandfather, because now the dying physician was summoning me to his death bed to hear, and perhaps write his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced astronomer who spent about of his life staring at the stars might cause to say that I had n't heard many clock time before was a enigma to me, but deep in my gut I had a feeling that this mystery was well Charles Frederick Worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building next to the infirmary, Earl met me at the room access. He said flatly, `` Nate says he is going to die tonight. '' Then he shrugged and added, as if in account, `` It 's his natal day. The doctors do n't mean so, but his Father of the Church predicted his own death, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the night. ``

Since I was entering a hospice country, I was expecting to find a very frail and decrepit old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old field 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 manpower 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 pop a speech. I should n't have been surprised at that. He had, at one time, been a very prominent professor as well as a celebrated astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's set out before the starting time, '' he corrected himself. `` My male parent was born on April 20, 1909. In case the significance of that date escapes you, that was the day that Haley 's Comet passed confining to the solid ground. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Haley passed snug to the earth. He always said that he was going to keep up Mark Twain 's case and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the secure doctor, `` they are the left-over detritus from founding. And the chucks do n't fall out of the sky, the earth merely passes through the comet 's trail of detritus. The particular comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my sire 's old friend, Alex Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a chip off my begetter 's comet. ``

His laughter soon dissolved into a cough fit. When it subsided he continued, `` I came in with the chips and I am planning to go out with the chip shot. The Cancer the Crab doc say I have another few hebdomad or even month, but tonight is as near a night to die as any other, and I might as well continue up the crime syndicate tradition - - - but world-class I have to tell you my floor. ``

He paused. But this time he did n't jest ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very tranquillize with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before - usually in scrap veterans. Psychiatrists call it `` the thousand knot stare. '' Whatever computer storage was flashing through his intellect was very powerful and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that elbow room as we all waited for him to reveal the silence.

After a few moments, he sighed, took a deep intimation, and continued, `` I need to tell you some matter about the arrow from Orion 's bow that I have never written down for anyone except myself ... '' He held up the notebook computer. `` ... and I have never shown anyone this discipline diary - not even Earl. No one would make believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would experience been laughed out of academia. ``

'' Earl has shown me some of the matter that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his glasses. His eyes were now a very bright blueing. `` I think you will interpret ... and I am indisputable that you can severalize my tale to the world. I no longer care what my cuss professors think of me. They can put it down to death-bed tomfoolery ... .. but it is the trueness ... .. the absolute, god-awful, source-of-myth-and-mysteries the true. ``

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

He again looked at me over the top of his glasses and raised his eyebrows as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded and he began, `` On my nineteenth birthday, October 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy as - what else - a weatherman. My pursuit was astronomy, not weather forecasting, but the Navy had enough navigators and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't pretend ships at sea, tempest do .'They wanted violent storm spectator, not star gazers and my 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 expert of them. A hitch in the navy blue 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 Navy chow for a few class than danger being drafted into an infantry team if affair heated up with the Russians or person else. ``

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a easygoing Emily Post on a hillside in Ireland near Birr rook. The Earl 's great lookout had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a shoes rich in history for someone like me who was interested in the principal. ``

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 big whirr palace scope and first of all saw proof of spiral galax. But I could n't call up the proper name of the tertiary Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to key her kickoff son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the cap as though he was watching the removed extragalactic nebula in his idea. Then he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and bring himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was smack dab in the middle of the Emerald islet with not a entirely lot to do except take 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 brusk day trips around acres to kill time and learn more about the Celt. ``

'' In a slight, local museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Gaelic ms that the owner said talked about the Orionid meteor showers, or as the Kelt called them, 'The arrow of Orion .'I took it into my head to translate those written document and spent most of a calendar month 's pay to buy senior high school quality copies of the originals. ``

'' Goidelic is a god-awful 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 topical anesthetic Irish learner. 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 soil at mid-darkness on 'Dark nighttime'the door of the King Makers will unfold .'''

'' At to the lowest degree, that 's what I thought it said. A topical anesthetic scholar, who had been teaching me Goidelic, told me that 'King Makers'should be 'Queen Maker'because the Celts did n't have Kings. They had queen mole rat - Queens known for their beauty and their daring and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won with child battles would be rewarded with a dark or two in bed with the world-beater. That not only served to provide incentive to the superior general, it also provided brave reproduction stock for futurity Queens to rule over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This same bookman assured me that 'Dark Night'was a extension to Shavnah. If you transliterate the word from Erse into English letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamant it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially diamond that Gerald Gardiner had gotten it ill-timed when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original basis for what eventually became Halloween. It is the Nox of the initiative dark of the moon following the Autumnal equinox. My tutor noted that the Romans took the vacation back with them after they ALMOST conquered Republic of Ireland around 45 CE. They moved it to Nov 1, and the Nox before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the outset 21 solar day of Oct, not on Oct 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very befuddle skull. `` In 1949, my birthday ..., 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 mystifying smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will throw to miss 2025. ''

Another shake of the oral sex brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very clear, very sinister night, and the meteor video display was phenomenal. Looking up at stars that you would never see in the luminance befoulment that exists today, I could clearly see the full synopsis of the mighty hunter and watch as arrow after pointer seemed to leave his bow and instant across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few railway yard from where I was standing. I 'm certain that it was nothing More than a speck of dust or a very small pebble by the time it hit the ground, but that close, the fanfare was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my eyes began to readjust to the darkness, I thought at low gear that the flashgun had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrong with my visual modality 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 marvelous, with a organic structure any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her body nearly to her substructure. Her nipples were burnished pink, and stood plastered and erect in the frigidness, night air. The hair's-breadth between her stage was a brighter spook of copper-orange and curled tightly against her cleft. ``

'' I shook my straits as if to exonerate an odd hallucination, 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 unforesightful while. We must take a shit a Queen before the energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very unusual form of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the local adaptation. ``

'' She pulled me into her arms and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy soil of the Irish fen. Our making love making was phrenetic, she, from a need only she could read, and I from my lecherousness for her nearly perfect dead body. In just present moment we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a Queen ,'she said to me. 'Now we can take our metre 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 morning, we returned to my flat together. I was shirtless, she was wearing goose egg but my shirt and coat. It was scandalously short-change for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't indisputable 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, little old Irish madam who 'did n't put up with any devilry in her topographic point .'She was sitting on the front porch as we came walking up the route. ``

'' I was still trying to fancy out what to say when Eve spoke to her in Erse. Mrs. O'Malley 's optic went wide and she crossed herself rapidly several fourth dimension. 'Of row, favourite ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the save elbow room until we can have the arrangements for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the steps and went into the household, Mrs O'Malley pulled me aside and said to me in her heavily lilted side, 'So, Nate, me boy, you just had to go wandering on the fen on dark Night when the arrows were shooting, did ye ? fountainhead, the door opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a Queen Godhead for a wife. Aoife tells me that the faggot has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will envy your destiny. You treat her wrongfulness, and you will begrudge those in the abstruse pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not have intercourse for Eve. Mrs. O'Malley 's words overcame any reluctance on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course I will marry her, and I would never regale her wrong .'''

'' Mrs O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will marry Eve. She will wait for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the adept and written in the Stone. But I was speaking about the queen regnant. You love her and raise her right or my flavor 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 green has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six hebdomad later. A very age 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 service 's standard wedding ceremonial, but instead of the regular Bible, he used a very, very old leather bound bulk that appeared to be written totally in antediluvian Gaelic with elaborate calligraphy on every page. He spoke well-nigh of the service in that same, unusual form of Gaelic that Eve had spoken and I had fuss following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each argument in English for my benefit. ``

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

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you take over your chosenness ? Do you promise to carry the Queen to her stool and beloved and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to look for Eve until the night on which the arrow call you back so that you may be together forever ?'''

'' I answered, 'Yes, I do ,'but I really had no thought what in the hell he was talking about. None of it made sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, ancient marriage ritual in that expanse. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the surveil July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's heart clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our just kid. Eve died in childbirth. Or at to the lowest degree that 's what the doctors said. Eve had told me a few days before, with tears in her center, that after the nestling was born, she would have to be going home, but she would hold off for me there as she had promised. Her grave accent is on that hillside where I first met her. By her request, it is marked only by the shamrocks and savage flush 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 days of college to get a doctorate. She had a fiery spirit that matched the semblance of her hair's-breadth, and in another age, in another seat, could very well have got become a true Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the best colleges and universities in the world. She lives out east and is now the head of one of the top hazard 500 companionship. The president in her place is a intention based on the crapper of the Celtic Queen, Medb, a fabulous warrior Queen of ancient Ireland. A portrait of Medb in to the full battle armor hangs behind her desk. I do n't make love where she got that painting, but the creative person painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another spirit at me over his glasses, `` It would appear that the CEO 's of our bombastic companies are the Kings and Queens of today and pink wine has fulfilled her luck in today 's humans. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the lastly of his energy telling me of the Queen Makers and the king he helped to bring into our human beings. He said softly to no one, `` Our petty Rose has become a queen regnant. ``

We could almost see the lifespan flowing out of him. With nifty exploit he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. Tell it so multitude will conceive. Tell it so someday on an Irish Gaelic fen, another fag maker can step into our globe and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can stay longer for him than Eve did for me. separate my report. Tell the story of Aoife, the pansy Jehovah and faggot pink wine whom she brought into this world. ``

With that his heading lolled fully forward. Almost coincident with his final words, the room was filled with a flashgun of lite accompanied by a loud bang just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't believe what just happened. A lowly meteoroid hit the ground right future to the building. I was afraid it might have 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 darling Eve. ``

We all stood around in the room silently as Earl softly said his final goodbyes to his grandfather. about of what he said was too quiet for me to hear, but at one point I could clearly him say, `` I should give believed you, grandfather. We could ingest gathered the unanimous house 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 doorway, I paused and turned back to the bed. I addressed the consistence lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a spirit that was probably now walking the heath in Ireland with the fair sex he had loved - and waited for - his entire lifespan. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the world the report of Aoife, the queer Maker. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds Birr 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 doorway will open near me, and you and Eve can tell me Thomas More of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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