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It was morose and cold and rainy and lonely as I drove north on a piddling victimised two lane highway that wound its twisted way through the timbered foothills. The reason I was in my car driving 90 miles in the eye 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 go 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 unknown favor to ask of you. My grandfather has asked me to address you. He says to order you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his death bed because you are the only when one who can understand the story he has to tell. Is there any way you can come up here ? ``

Earl was a rather famous astronomer and professor. Like his grandpa, he spent his nights staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's case, he was usually looking at admonisher that gave him a numeric or visual representation of what his giant array of tuner scope were seeing as they gathered information from the skies. His grandfather, affectionately known by his peer as `` Night Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many Night staring through the ocular of heavyweight scope located on removed mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Sorensen had to tell me, and why he thought I was the only one who would infer, 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 total life. I knew of him only as Earl 's grandfather.

Earl and I had become friends when we met on-line in an electronics discourse forum. We were both interested in remote electronic ascendance lap. He was, of course of action, interest in better manner to control his telescopes. I was concern in better manner to master ... shall we say, more interesting aspects of human behavior. One of my pursuit is versatile electronic devices that stimulate the soundbox for the role of hurting, pleasure, or control.

One school term, 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 confab elbow room and gave me a link to a room on a different web site - a situation that I knew well. The confabulation room location was on a very private BDSM situation that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical overtones to their thrall and discipline

In answer to my un-asked question, 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, thing like that. The Saame pattern shows up on several sites under several different login epithet. ``

I made a mental note to myself to look into ways of masking that weakness in the future, and met him on the new site. It turned out we had more in rough-cut that just an sake in restraint circuits. Earl became one of my very discreet client. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor, of many of my stories. Evidently he must have said something about me to his granddaddy, because now the dying doctor was summoning me to his death bed to learn, and perhaps write his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently straight-laced uranologist who spent almost of his living staring at the wiz might suffer to say that I had n't heard many fourth dimension before was a whodunit 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 future to the hospital, Earl met me at the door. He said flatly, `` Nate says he is going to die tonight. '' Then he shrugged and added, as if in explanation, `` It 's his birthday. The doctors do n't think so, but his father predicted his own last, and so he thinks that he knows when he is going to die also. He says tonight is the dark. ``

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

'' That is more than an understatement, '' I replied.

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

He looked and sounded just like a college professor about to start a speech. I should n't cause been surprised at that. He had, at one time, 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 April 20, 1909. In guinea pig the meaning of that particular date escapes you, that was the day that Haley 's Comet passed closest to the worldly concern. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Haley passed tightlipped to the terra firma. He always said that he was going to follow Mark duet 's example and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

I must accept looked somewhat disoriented, because he looked up at me and added, `` It 's all percentage of the write up. Be patient. 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 import of that date, of which I am sure you are unaware, is that ... ''

I interrupted him and finished his prison term with `` it is the vizor of the Orionid shooting star exhibitor. ``

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

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

'' All comets are old, '' instructed the upright doctor, `` they are the left-over debris from creative activity. And the eats do n't fall out of the sky, the terra firma merely passes through the comet 's track of junk. The specific comet that causes the Orionids is none other than my Fatherhood 's old friend, Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a microchip off my father 's comet. ``

His jest 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 chips. The cancer medico say I have another few workweek or even months, but tonight is as good a night to die as any other, and I might as well keep on up the syndicate tradition - - - but first I have to state you my news 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 look before - usually in combat oldtimer. Psychiatrists call it `` the thousand Swedish mile stare. '' Whatever memory 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 bankrupt the silence.

After a few moments, he sighed, took a deep breath, and continued, `` I need to separate 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 field journal - not even Earl. No one would bear believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would have been laughed out of academia. ``

'' Earl has shown me some of the affair that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his specs. His eyes were now a very lustrous amobarbital sodium. `` I think you will understand ... and I am sure that you can distinguish my story to the world. I no longer worry what my dude professor 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 line of business journal that was again resting beneath his hands. `` W, I want you to give this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the pilot Gaelic. Maybe you can go on it on to someone who might be around in 2025, or even 2063. ``

He again looked at me over the top of his field glass and raised his supercilium as if to ask if I was quick. I nodded and he began, `` On my 19th birthday, Oct 21, 1949, I was stationed overseas with the navy blue as - what else - a weatherman. My interest was astronomy, not meteorology, but the USN had enough sailing master and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't affect ships at sea, storm do .'They wanted violent storm watchers, not star gazers and my enlistment choice boiled down to being a weatherman or a ship 's cook. ``

He gave me a very wry grin. `` 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 draft copy was still in billet. They had n't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat navy chow for a few age than risk being drafted into an infantry police squad if things heated up with the Russians or somebody else. ``

'' In any case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a easygoing 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 story for person like me who was interested in the superstar. ``

He looked down a bit sheepishly. `` I 've never told Earl where his figure came from. I wanted him to be named after the man who designed and built the great whir castle telescope and number 1 saw cogent evidence of spiral galax. But I could n't recollect the proper name of the third base Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to name her beginning son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the distant galaxies in his thinker. Then he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and bring himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was thwack dab in the middle of the Emerald isle with not a whole lot to do except drive temperature and barometric readings a couple of clip a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of short day trips around Demesne to kill time and get wind more about the Celt. ``

'' In a lilliputian, 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 Celts called them, 'The arrow of Orion .'I took it into my head to interpret those document and spent most of a month 's pay to buy heights quality written matter of the originals. ``

'' Gaelic is a hellish lyric with too many letters and not enough dustup to really make good sense in English, but I did my in force with a lot of supporter from a mates of topical anesthetic 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 exhibitioner because 'when an pointer from Orion 's bow falls to the ground at mid-darkness on 'Dark Night'the doorway of the King shaper will spread .'''

'' At least, that 's what I thought it said. A local learner, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King Jehovah'should be 'Queen Almighty'because the Celts did n't have big businessman. They had fag - Queens known for their peach and their hardiness and their physical power. Brave generals who had won great battles would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the world-beater. That not only served to provide bonus to the superior general, it also provided brave gentility stock for futurity pansy to rule over the Celtic tribes. ``

'' This same student assured me that 'Dark Night'was a acknowledgment to Shavnah. If you transliterate the word from Goidelic into English letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamant it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially intransigent that Gerald Samuel Rawson Gardiner had gotten it untimely when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original basis for what eventually became Halloween. It is the nighttime of the outset dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox. My tutor noted that the roman type took the holiday back with them after they ALMOST conquered 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 days of October, not on October 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that information sink into my very confused skull. `` In 1949, my natal day ..., and the peak of the Orionid meteor showers, fell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063. '' He gave me a very mysterious smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will consume to escape 2025. ''

Another waggle of the head brought him back to his story. `` In '49 it was a very light, very iniquity night, and the meteoroid video display was phenomenal. Looking up at stars that you would never see in the light contamination 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 flash across the Night sky. Then one of the 'arrows'fell to earth not more than a few yards from where I was standing. I 'm trusted that it was zero more than 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 middle began to readjust to the darkness, I thought at first that the heartbeat had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrongly with my vision because I could not believe what my eyes showed me. Standing there before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was tall, with a body any Olympic jock would die for. Her deep-copper-colored hair wound around her body nearly to her feet. Her pap were undimmed pink, and stood clay and upright in the frigidness, nighttime air. The fuzz between her legs was a brighter shade of copper-orange and curled tightly against her cleft. ``

'' I shook my head teacher as if to sack an odd hallucination, but the nude charwoman remained standing before me and began to approach me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not much clock time. The door remains open only for a shortsighted while. We must make a Queen before the energy dissipates .'At least, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very strange soma of Goidelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the local anesthetic reading. ``

'' She pulled me into her weapon and began tugging at my wearable. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy soil of the Irish people fen. Our dear making was frantic, she, from a need only she could understand, and I from my lust for her nearly perfect body. In just here and now we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

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

'' We made bed all nighttime. I was 19, and that was possible for me then. In the morning time, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nothing but my shirt and pelage. It was scandalously short circuit for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't for 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, small old Irish noblewoman who 'did n't put up with any shenanigan in her place .'She was sitting on the front line porch as we came walking up the path. ``

'' I was still trying to calculate 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, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the extra room until we can make the arrangements for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the steps and went into the house, Mrs. O'Malley pulled me aside and said to me in her heavily lilted English, 'So, Nate, me boy, you just had to go wandering on the fen on iniquity Night when the arrows were shooting, did ye ? Well, the door opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a queer Maker for a wife. Aoife tells me that the nance has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will envy your chance. You treat her wrongfulness, and you will envy those in the deep pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not be intimate for Eve. Mrs. O'Malley 's Son overcame any hesitancy on my part, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of row I will splice her, and I would never handle her incorrect .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will marry Eve. She will hold off for you and you will wait for her. That is foretold in the hotshot and written in the I. F. Stone. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and nurture her right or my flavor will traverse 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 workweek later. A very aged 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 standard wedding ceremony, but instead of the unconstipated Bible, he used a very, very old leather bound volume that appeared to be written totally in ancient Gaelic with elaborated calligraphy on every page. He spoke nearly of the serve in that same, strange form of Gaelic 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 welfare. ``

'' 'Eve ,'he said, 'you have come through the door and chosen this mortal man. Will you love him in the time you have together and look 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 predict to hold the poof to her commode and dear and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to look 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 sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, antediluvian marriage ritual in that area. ``

'' I found out what it all meant the following July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's oculus clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our only kid. Eve died in childbirth. Or at least that 's what the doctors said. Eve had told me a few twenty-four hours before, with bout in her eyes, that after the kid 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 postulation, it is marked only by the shamrock and natural state blossom of the heathland. ``

His voice was thick as he continued, `` I raised rose wine on my own - not easy for a man going through eight or so years of college to get a doctorate. She had a flaming spirit that matched the vividness of her haircloth, and in another age, in another property, could very well cause become a true Queen. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the better colleges and universities in the man. She lives out east and is now the school principal of one of the top chance 500 company. The chair in her office is a excogitation based on the throne of the Celtic Queen, Medb, a mythologic warrior Queen of ancient Irish Republic. A portrayal of Medb in full fight armor hangs behind her desk. I do n't know where she got that house painting, but the artist painted Medb to wait very much like Eve. ``

Another feeling at me over his glasses, `` It would look that the CEO 's of our large society are the Kings and Queens of today and Rose has fulfilled her portion in today 's world. ``

Then he slumped slightly forward. It was as if he had expended the conclusion of his energy telling me of the Queen Makers and the Queen he helped to land into our world. He said softly to no one, `` Our petty rosiness has become a faggot. ``

We could almost see the animation flowing out of him. With great effort he raised his fountainhead. `` Tell my report, W. William Tell it so people will believe. Tell it so someday on an Irish fen, another Queen Maker can step into our Earth and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can stick around longer for him than Eve did for me. recount my story. secernate the story of Aoife, the poof Maker and female monarch Rose whom she brought into this existence. ``

With that his head teacher lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his last run-in, the room was filled with a flash lamp of light accompanied by a cheap fringe just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all rightfulness ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't conceive what just happened. A small meteor hit the reason right next to the construction. I was afraid it might take 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 heathland to be with his beloved Eve. ``

We all stood around in the room silently as Earl softly said his net goodbyes to his grandpa. Most of what he said was too quiet for me to listen, but at one point I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, granddad. We could have gathered the all fellowship 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 body lying in the bed, but I was actually speaking to a spirit that was probably now walking the heathland in Hibernia with the woman he had loved - and waited for - his entire liveliness. `` Do n't interest Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the earth the story of Aoife, the Queen Divine. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds Birr rook on Dark night in 2025. I know that I will be too old to be chosen - if I had ever been suitable of that - but maybe, just maybe, the doorway will open near me, and you and Eve can tell me more of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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