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It was dark and inhuman 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 cause I was in my car driving 90 statute mile in the center of an October night was because a man whom I had never met, Doctor Nathaniel L. Sorensen, had summoned me to his demise 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 strange favour to ask of you. My granddaddy has asked me to call you. He says to tell you that he is dying tonight and he is summoning you to his demise bed because you are the sole one who can read the fib he has to tell apart. Is there any way you can fall up here ? ``

Earl was a rather illustrious stargazer and professor. Like his grandfather, he spent his nights staring at the heavens - well, actually, in Earl 's casing, he was usually looking at monitors that gave him a numeric or optical representation of what his giant star array of receiving set telescopes were seeing as they gathered selective information from the skies. His granddaddy, affectionately known by his peers as `` nighttime Sky Nate, '' had actually spent many, many nights staring through the eyepiece of gargantuan telescopes located on distant mountaintops all over the world.

What the elder Dr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen had to recite me, and why he thought I was the only one who would understand, was a perfect 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 word forum. We were both interested in distant electronic control racing circuit. He was, of course, concern in better way of life to hold in his scope. I was interest in beneficial ways to hold ... shall we say, more interesting aspects of man behavior. One of my sidelines is diverse electronic devices that stimulate the body for the purpose of pain, pleasance, 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 touch him in a private chat room and gave me a connectedness to a room on a different web site - a internet site that I knew well. The Old World chat room location was on a very common soldier BDSM situation that catered to the tastes of those who liked mechanical overtones to their bondage and field

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

I made a mental bank bill to myself to front into agency of masking that helplessness in the future, and met him on the new site. It turned out we had more in rough-cut that just an interest in control circuits. Earl became one of my very discreet customer. He was also a big fan, and sometimes helpful editor in chief, of many of my stories. Evidently he must have said something about me to his grandfather, because now the dying doctor was summoning me to his decease bed to try, and perhaps publish his story.

What a super-intelligent, apparently square-toed astronomer who spent most of his life story staring at the stars might experience to say that I had n't heard many meter before was a mystery to me, but deep in my gut I had a intuitive feeling that this mystery was well Worth exploring.

When I got to the hospice building adjacent to the hospital, Earl met me at the doorway. He said flatly, `` Nate says he is going to die tonight. '' Then he shrugged and added, as if in explanation, `` It 's his birthday. The Doctor do n't remember 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 fallible and decrepit old man, but when I stepped into to the room, Dr. Sorensen was sitting up in his bed reading an old field of battle journal. `` seminal fluid 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 death 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 start, shall we. ''

He looked and sounded just like a college prof about to start a lecture. I should n't consume been surprised at that. He had, at one sentence, been a very spectacular 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 example the significance of that date escapes you, that was the day that Haley 's Comet passed nigh to the Earth. He died on February 9, 1986, again as Haley passed faithful to the land. He always said that he was going to keep an eye on sucker Twain 's object lesson and 'come in with the comet and go out with the comet .'He did. ``

I must give looked somewhat confused, because he looked up at me and added, `` It 's all region of the history. 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 Oct 21, 1930. The import of that date, of which I am certain you are unaware, is that ... ''

I interrupted him and finished his sentence with `` it is the peak of the Orionid shooting star showers. ``

It was his turn to reckon surprised. `` A student of the stars, 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 eats do n't descend out of the sky, the earth merely passes through the comet 's trail of debris. The finical comet that causes the Orionids is none former than my Padre 's old protagonist, Haley, itself. '' He laughed as he added, `` That means that I am a chip off my founder 's comet. ``

His joke 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 fleck. The Cancer the Crab doc say I have another few weeks or even month, but tonight is as practiced a night to die as any early, and I might as well keep up the household tradition - - - but first I have to tell you my tarradiddle. ``

He paused. But this sentence he did n't laugh ..., and he did n't cough. Instead he went very quiet with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before - usually in fighting veterans. Psychiatrists call it `` the thousand mile stare. '' Whatever retention was flashing through his mind was very hefty and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that room as we all waited for him to break the silence.

After a few mo, he sighed, took a deeply breathing space, and continued, `` I need to tell you some matter about the arrows 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 plain journal - not even Earl. No one would give believed me, and if I had ever published any of this, I would bear been laughed out of academia. ``

'' Earl has shown me some of the things that you write. '' He looked at me over the top of his glasses. His eyes were now a very promising Amytal. `` I think you will understand ... and I am sure that you can enjoin my story to the mankind. I no longer wish what my fellow prof think of me. They can put it down to death-bed tomfoolery ... .. but it is the true statement ... .. the absolute, hellish, source-of-myth-and-mysteries truth. ``

He paused to open the field of honor journal that was again resting beneath his hands. `` W, I want you to have this when we are through here. Everything is written down in it ... even the pilot Gaelic. Maybe you can fleet it on to someone who might be around in 2025, or even 2063. ``

He again looked at me over the top of his glass and raised his brow as if to ask if I was prepare. 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 interest was astronomy, not meteorology, but the Navy had enough navigators and as the recruiter told me, 'Stars do n't affect ships at sea, storms do .'They wanted storm watchman, not star gazers and my tour choices boiled down to being a weatherman or a ship 's cook. ``

He gave me a very wry smiling. `` I have always been a terrible cook, but I can register a thermometer with the effective of them. A hitch in the Navy would pay for college, and besides, it was right after the war and the draft was still in seat. They had n't drafted anybody since '47, but I figured it was better to eat Navy chow for a few geezerhood than risk being drafted into an foot police squad if things heated up with the Russians or someone else. ``

'' In any grammatical case, everything worked out pretty well. I ended up with a soft mail on a hillside in Ireland near Birr castling. The Earl 's bully observatory had been dismantled during 'The Great War ,'but it was still a berth deep in story for someone like me who was interested in the asterisk. ``

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 slap-up birr Castle telescope and first saw proof of spiral coltsfoot. But I could n't retrieve the proper name of the third base Earl of Rosse. So, when my daughter was considering what to name her inaugural son, I suggested 'Earl .'''

He looked up at the ceiling as though he was watching the removed galaxies in his mind. Then he shook his straits as if to clear his thoughts and bring himself back to the present. `` Anyway, there I was smack dab in the center of the Emerald isle with not a all lot to do except ingest temperature and barometric reading material a couple of times a day - and there were four of us stationed there to do that. I made a lot of short day trip-up around Demesne to down clock time and learn more about the Celts. ``

'' In a trivial, local anaesthetic museum in a nearby town, I came upon some Goidelic manuscripts that the proprietor said talked about the Orionid meteor exhibitioner, or as the Celts called them, 'The pointer of Orion .'I took it into my head to translate those document and spent virtually of a month 's pay to buy high up character copies of the originals. ``

'' Gaelic is a god-awful language with too many letters and not enough words to really puddle sense in English, but I did my good with a lot of help from a twain of local Irish scholars. 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 exhibitor because 'when an pointer from Orion 's bow falls to the primer coat at mid-darkness on 'Dark nighttime'the threshold of the B. B. King Makers will open up .'''

'' At to the lowest degree, that 's what I thought it said. A local anesthetic assimilator, who had been teaching me Goidelic, told me that 'King maker'should be 'Queen God Almighty'because the Celts did n't have Kings. They had Queens - Queens known for their looker and their daring and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won great battles would be rewarded with a nighttime or two in bed with the poof. That not only served to furnish incentive to the generals, it also provided brave procreation stock for futurity Queens to dominate 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 letters, you end up with Samhain, but he was adamant it was pronounced, 'Shavnah .'He was especially adamant that Gerald Gardiner had gotten it faulty when he pronounced it 'Soween .'''

'' Shavnah is the original basis for what eventually became Hallowe'en. It is the dark of the first dark of the moon following the Autumnal equinoctial point. My private instructor noted that the Romans took the vacation back with them after they ALMOST stamp down Hibernia around 45 CE. They moved it to Nov 1, and the nighttime before became known as 'All Hallows Eve ,'or 'Halloween .'In today 's calendar, Shavnah is somewhere in the first 21 days of Oct, not on Oct 31. ``

Dr. Sorensen paused to let all that information swallow hole into my very confused skull. `` In 1949, my birthday ..., and the peak of the Orionid meteoroid exhibitioner, fell on Shavnah, as it did in 1968 and 1979, and will again in 2025 and 2063. '' He gave me a very occult smile and went on, `` I was back on those hillsides in '68 and '79, but I will give to miss 2025. ''

Another handshake of the foreland brought him back to his chronicle. `` In '49 it was a very clear, very colored night, and the meteoroid 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-of-the-moon abstract of the mighty huntsman and spotter 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 grand from where I was standing. I 'm indisputable that it was nothing Sir Thomas More than a speck of junk or a very small pebble by the time it hit the ground, but that close, the flash was nearly blinding. ``

'' As my eyes began to readjust to the duskiness, I thought at offset that the flash had damaged my retinas. I was sure that something was wrong with my imagination because I could not think what my optic 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 soundbox nearly to her feet. Her nipples were bright pink, and stood sloshed and erect in the frigidity, night air. The hair between her legs was a brighter tone of copper-orange and curled tightly against her crevice. ``

'' I shook my top dog as if to clear an odd delusion, but the nude woman remained standing before me and began to set about me. As she walked slowly toward me, she said softy, 'There is not a lot time. The door remains open only for a short while. We must make a Queen before the muscularity dissipates .'At to the lowest degree, that 's what I think she said. She was speaking a very unusual form of Goidelic, and I had enough trouble trying to understand the local anesthetic translation. ``

'' She pulled me into her arms and began tugging at my clothing. Soon we were both lying naked on the spongy dirt of the Irish whiskey fen. Our love making was frantic, she, from a pauperism only she could understand, and I from my lustfulness for her nearly perfect physical structure. In just moments we were lying still, entangled, breathless, sweaty, and spent. ``

'' 'We have made a faggot ,'she said to me. 'Now we can contain our clock time 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 be intimate all night. I was 19, and that was potential for me then. In the morning, we returned to my apartment together. I was shirtless, she was wearing nothing but my shirt and coat. It was scandalously short for that day, but would not even be noticed today. I was n't sure enough 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 ma'am who 'did n't put up with any mischievousness in her place .'She was sitting on the front porch as we came walking up the path. ``

'' I was still trying to count on out what to say when Eve spoke to her in Gaelic. Mrs O'Malley 's eyes went all-inclusive and she crossed herself rapidly several fourth dimension. 'Of course of action, dearie ,'she answered .'I will put you up in the give up room until we can take in the arrangement for the wedding .'''

'' As Eve walked up the stairs and went into the family, Mrs. O'Malley pulled me digression and said to me in her heavily lilted English, '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 room access opened for ye, and you were chosen. Now you 've gotten yourself a fairy manufacturer for a married woman. Aoife tells me that the pouf has been made, but understand this : You be good to her, and the leprechauns will envy your luck. You treat her wrong, and you will begrudge those in the deepest pit of hell .'''

'' I was deeply in lust, if not love for Eve. Mrs O'Malley 's Christian Bible overcame any indisposition on my constituent, and I answered her ,'I love Eve. Of path I will get hitched with her, and I would never treat her damage .'''

'' Mrs. O'Malley answered, 'Aye, you will espouse Eve. She will wait for you and you will hold off for her. That is foretold in the mavin and written in the stones. But I was speaking about the Queen. You love her and raise her right or my life will chase after you down when I 've gone beneath the sod ..., and you will see a English of me that no one above the special K has ever seen .'''

'' I married Eve about six weeks later. A very older non-Christian priest conducted the ceremonial far out in the countryside in a very old church service that seemed to be almost in wrecking. I expected something close to the church 's standard wedding ceremony, but instead of the regular book, he used a very, very old leather bound volume that appeared to be written totally in antediluvian Gaelic with elaborate calligraphy on every varlet. He spoke to the highest degree of the religious service in that same, strange form 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 welfare. ``

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

'' She answered, 'Aye .'''

'' 'Nathaniel ,'he said to me, 'you have been chosen. Do you go for your chosenness ? Do you assure to carry the fag to her commode and love and protect her for as long as you live ? And do you promise to wait for Eve until the Nox on which the pointer call you back so that you may be together forever ?'''

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

'' I found out what it all meant the following July, when Earl 's mother was born. '' Dr. Sorensen 's middle clouded as he continued. `` Roisin was to be our alone child. Eve died in childbirth. Or at to the lowest degree that 's what the medico said. Eve had told me a few 24-hour interval before, with bust in her eyes, that after the tiddler was born, she would feature to be going home, but she would hold off 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 Trifolium dubium and wild blossom 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 yr of college to get a doctor's degree. She had a fiery intent that matched the color of her hair, and in another age, in another office, could very well take in become a truthful fag. ``

'' Instead, I made sure that she was properly educated at the dependable colleges and universities in the earthly concern. She lives out eastward and is now the header of one of the top circumstances 500 companies. The death chair in her office is a design based on the throne of the Celtic fagot, Medb, a mythical warrior Queen of ancient Ireland. A portrait of Medb in replete battle armor bent behind her desk. I do n't jazz where she got that picture, but the creative person painted Medb to look very much like Eve. ``

Another look at me over his field glass, `` It would look that the CEO 's of our with child companies are the Kings and fag of today and rose wine has fulfilled her destiny in today 's cosmos. ``

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 institute into our world. He said softly to no one, `` Our little rose wine has become a fairy. ``

We could almost see the life flowing out of him. With big exploit he raised his head. `` Tell my story, W. Tell it so multitude will conceive. Tell it so someday on an Irish fen, another Queen Maker can maltreat into our existence and a proper man will be waiting. Maybe she can stay longer for him than Eve did for me. secern my story. Tell the story of Aoife, the Queen maker and Queen rose wine whom she brought into this world. ``

With that his head lolled fully forward. Almost simultaneous with his final discussion, the room was filled with a trice of loose accompanied by a loud bang just outside the window. A nurse came rushing into the room, `` Is everyone all right field ? '' she asked. `` You wo n't believe what just happened. A small meteor hit the undercoat right future to the building. I was afraid it might give broken the window, it was so close. ``

'' Everything 's fine, '' I answered. All optic 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 elbow room silently as Earl softly said his final goodbyes to his granddaddy. about of what he said was too smooth for me to listen, but at one period I could clearly him say, `` I should have believed you, grandad. We could bear gathered the whole household 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 heath in Emerald Isle with the woman he had loved - and waited for - his entire life. `` Do n't worry Nate, '' I told him, `` I will tell the world the story of Aoife, the fag Lord. And if I am still above the sod, I will be on the fen that surrounds whirr Castle on Dark Night in 2025. I know that I will be too old to be chosen - if I had ever been desirable of that - but maybe, just maybe, the door will open near me, and you and Eve can tell me More of the story of the Queen-makers. ``

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