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It was dark and frigidness 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 ground I was in my car driving 90 knot in the midriff of an Oct night was because a man whom I had never met, MD Nathaniel L. Sorensen, had summoned me to his death bed.

That may fathom 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 grandad has asked me to call off you. He says to recount 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 narrative he has to severalise. Is there any way you can occur up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and prof. 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 representation of what his giant array of radio receiver telescopes were seeing as they gathered information from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peers as `` dark Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many night staring through the eyepiece of giant telescopes located on distant mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen had to tell me, and why he thought I was the only one who would sympathize, was a complete 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 treatment forum. We were both interested in remote electronic ascendancy circuits. He was, of course of instruction, concern in better slipway to control his scope. I was matter to in break ways to control ... shall we say, more interesting aspects of human behavior. One of my sidelines is various electronic devices that stimulate the body for the purpose of annoyance, pleasure, or control.

One session, 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 fulfil him in a common soldier chat elbow room and gave me a link to a room on a different web web site - a site that I knew well. The chat room location was on a very common soldier BDSM internet site that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical overtones to their slavery and bailiwick

In response to my un-asked question, he typed, `` I spend my life looking for patterns in the sky. I recognized the pattern of your station - what abbreviations you use and do n't use, matter like that. The same pattern shows up on several sites under several different login names. ``

I made a genial banknote to myself to seem into elbow room 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 ascendancy circuit. Earl became one of my very discreet client. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor in chief, of many of my taradiddle. Evidently he must throw said something about me to his grandfather, because now the dying Doctor was summoning me to his demise bed to hear, and perhaps write his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced uranologist who spent most of his life sentence staring at the stars might experience to say that I had n't heard many clock time before was a closed book 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 side by side 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 account, `` It 's his birthday. The doctors 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 night. ``

Since I was entering a hospice area, I was expecting to find oneself a very frail and weakly 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 Sir Thomas More than an understatement, '' I replied.

He motioned me to a 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 prof about to start a talk. I should n't give birth been surprised at that. He had, at one fourth dimension, been a very prominent professor as well as a illustrious astronomer.

'' Actually, let 's start before the beginning, '' he corrected himself. `` My father was born on Apr 20, 1909. In guinea pig the significance of that appointment escapes you, that was the day that Alex Haley 's Comet passed penny-pinching to the earth. He died on February 9, 1986, again as William John Clifton Haley Jr. passed closelipped to the earth. He always said that he was going to follow marker Twain '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 account. 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 date, of which I am surely you are unaware, is that ... ''

I interrupted him and finished his condemnation with `` it is the peak of the Orionid meteoroid shower bath. ``

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

'' No, '' I answered, `` but Earl is never available from Oct 19 through 23 because chow 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 terra firma merely passes through the comet 's trail of debris. The particular comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my father 's old acquaintance, William John Clifton Haley Jr., itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a poker chip off my forefather 's comet. ``

His jape 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 splintering. The cancer doctors say I have another few weeks or even month, but tonight is as in force a night to die as any other, and I might as well keep up the family tradition - - - but first I have to tell you my fib. ``

He paused. But this clock time he did n't laugh ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very tranquilize with his optic taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that looking at before - usually in combat veterans. shrink call it `` the thousand mile stare. '' Whatever retentivity was flashing through his mind was very powerful and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that way as we all waited for him to fall apart the silence.

After a few bit, he sighed, took a deep breath, and continued, `` I need to tell 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 receive 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 affair that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his glasses. His eyes were now a very promising bluing. `` I think you will understand ... and I am surely that you can tell my fib to the human beings. I no longer give care what my swain prof think of me. They can put it down to death-bed lunacy ... .. but it is the verity ... .. the absolute, god-awful, source-of-myth-and-mysteries accuracy. ``

He paused to open the field journal that was again resting beneath his mitt. `` W, I want you to birth this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the archetype Goidelic. Maybe you can pass it on to individual who might be around in 2025, or even 2063. ``

He again looked at me over the top of his ice and raised his brow as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded and he began, `` On my nineteenth birthday, Oct 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the United States Navy as - what else - a weatherman. My sake was astronomy, not weather forecasting, but the Navy had decent navigator and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't move ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted tempest witness, not star gazers and my enlistment alternative boiled down to being a weather forecaster or a ship 's Captain Cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smile. `` I have always been a terrible Cook, but I can translate a thermometer with the best of them. A hitch in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the gulp 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 years than danger being drafted into an foot police squad if things heated up with the Russians or individual else. ``

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a cushy mail service on a hillside in Ireland near whirring castle. The Earl 's cracking lookout had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a place racy in chronicle for someone like me who was interested in the wizard. ``

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 Birr castle telescope and maiden saw substantiation of spiral Galax urceolata. But I could n't remember the proper name of the 3rd Earl of Rosse. So, when my girl was considering what to name her kickoff son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the upstage galaxies in his thinker. Then he shook his forefront as if to realize his thoughts and bring himself back to the show. `` Anyway, there I was peck dab in the middle of the Emerald Isle with not a whole lot to do except take temperature and barometric readings a couple of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of abruptly day trips around Demesne to vote out time and learn more than about the Kelt. ``

'' In a niggling, local museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Gaelic holograph that the owner said talked about the Orionid meteoroid shower, or as the Celts called them, 'The pointer of Orion .'I took it into my heading to render those written document and spent to the highest degree of a month 's pay to buy highschool character copies of the master copy. ``

'' Erse is a hellish linguistic communication with too many letters and not enough row to really get to sense in English, but I did my best with a lot of help from a couple of topical anaesthetic Irish scholars. What intrigued me most was a warning I found buried in the textbook that said not to go walking on the fen during the meteor shower because 'when an arrow from Orion 's bow falls to the terra firma at mid-darkness on 'Dark Night'the doorway of the King Makers will open .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local anesthetic scholar, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King shaper'should be 'Queen Makers'because the Celts did n't make Kings. They had Queens - Queens known for their knockout and their hardihood and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won great engagement would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the fag. That not only served to provide incentive to the generals, it also provided brave breeding stock for future poof to find over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This Same scholar assured me that 'Dark Night'was a reference to Shavnah. If you transliterate the Word from Gaelic into English 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 master fundament for what eventually became Halloween. It is the Night of the first nighttime of the Moon following the Autumnal Equinox. My tutor noted that the Romans took the vacation back with them after they ALMOST stamp down Ireland around 45 CE. They moved it to November 1, and the dark before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the first 21 years of October, not on Oct 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that info cesspool into my very throw skull. `` In 1949, my birthday ..., and the peak 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 deliver to drop 2025. ''

Another shake of the question brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very clear, very dark Night, and the meteor showing was phenomenal. Looking up at genius that you would never see in the light contamination that exists today, I could clearly see the broad abstract of the mighty Orion and lookout man as arrow after arrow seemed to leave his bow and flash across the night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few G from where I was standing. I 'm sure that it was zip more than a soupcon of debris or a very small-scale pebble by the time it hit the solid ground, but that close, the blink of an eye was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my centre began to readjust to the dark, I thought at foremost that the photoflash had damaged my retinas. I was sure enough that something was incorrectly with my sight because I could not trust what my center showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was tall, with a body any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her body nearly to her human foot. Her tit were bright pink, and stood firm and upright in the common cold, nighttime air. The haircloth between her legs was a brighter wraith of copper-orange and curled tightly against her scissure. ``

'' I shook my straits as if to gain an odd delusion, but the naked woman remained standing before me and began to draw close me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not often fourth dimension. The door remains open only for a scant piece. We must arrive at a Queen before the get-up-and-go dissipates .'At to the lowest degree, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange form of Gaelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the local anaesthetic version. ``

'' She pulled me into her arms and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy ground of the Irish fen. Our love devising was frantic, she, from a need only she could translate, and I from my lust for her nearly arrant dead body. In just moments we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a Queen ,'she said to me. 'Now we can take our clock time and truly enjoy each other. You may cry me Eve .'I did n't get wind 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 sunrise, we returned to my flat together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nada but my shirt and pelage. 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 roommates, let alone to Mrs. O'Malley. ''

'' Mrs O'Malley, our landlord, was an extremely fastidious, little old Irish lady who 'did n't put up with any shenanigans in her place .'She was sitting on the nominal head 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 and she crossed herself rapidly several times. 'Of course, pet ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the excess way until we can make the arrangements for the marriage ceremony .'''

'' As Eve walked up the whole step and went into the planetary house, Mrs O'Malley pulled me parenthesis 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 dark when the arrows were shooting, did ye ? wellspring, the door opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a poof maker for a wife. Aoife tells me that the pouf has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will envy your lot. You treat her wrong, and you will envy those in the deepest pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not bed for Eve. Mrs O'Malley 's lyric overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of course I will marry her, and I would never treat her haywire .'''

'' Mrs O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will marry Eve. She will waitress for you and you will look for her. That is foretold in the stars and written in the Edward Durell Stone. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and conjure her right or my intent will cross 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 weeks later. A very aged priest conducted the ceremonial far out in the countryside in a very old church service that seemed to be almost in ruins. I expected something close to the Christian church 's standard hymeneals observance, but instead of the regular book, he used a very, very old leather bound mass that appeared to be written totally in antediluvian Erse with rarify penmanship on every page. He spoke most of the servicing in that Lapp, strange form of Gaelic that Eve had spoken and I had hassle following a lot of it. When we got to the vows, he repeated each argument in English people for my benefit. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and opt this deadly man. Will you love him in the time you have together and await for him until the arrows call him home ?'''

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you accept your chosenness ? Do you promise to extend the Queen to her throne and sexual love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise 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 hell he was talking about. None of it made gumption. I just assumed that they used some strange, ancient marriage ritual in that sphere. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the travel along July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen 's eyes clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our but small fry. 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 eyes, that after the child was born, she would get to be going habitation, 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 heyday 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 age of college to get a doctorate. She had a perfervid spirit that matched the colouration of her hair, and in another age, in another home, could very well have 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 eastward and is now the head of one of the top Fortune 500 companies. The chair in her office is a designing based on the throne of the Celtic Queen, Medb, a mythic warrior female monarch of ancient Ireland. A portrait of Medb in full battle armor hangs behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that painting, but the artist painted Medb to wait very much like Eve. ``

Another spirit at me over his eyeglasses, `` It would come out that the CEO 's of our expectant ship's company are the baron and poove of today and rose has fulfilled her fate 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 poof Makers and the faggot he helped to bring into our earth. He said softly to no one, `` Our little Rose has become a Queen. ``

We could almost see the life story flowing out of him. With enceinte campaign he raised his read/write head. `` William Tell my narration, W. Tell it so people will believe. differentiate it so someday on an Irish whisky fen, another poof Maker can step into our world and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can ride out longer for him than Eve did for me. evidence my story. narrate the tarradiddle of Aoife, the pansy God Almighty and pouf Rose whom she brought into this mankind. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his final words, the room was filled with a split second of loose accompanied by a cheap hit just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the way, `` Is everyone all right ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't believe what just happened. A lowly meteor hit the ground right next to the construction. I was afraid it might have broken the windowpane, it was so close. ``

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

We all stood around in the room silently as Earl softly said his final goodbyes to his grandfather. most of what he said was too quiet for me to hear, but at one point I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, gramps. We could take gathered the unharmed 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 door, I paused and turned back to the bed. I addressed the consistency lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a spirit that was probably now walking the heath in Ireland with the adult female he had loved - and waited for - his entire life history. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will secernate the world the report of Aoife, the Queen 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 worthy of that - but maybe, just maybe, the door will spread near me, and you and Eve can secernate me more of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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