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It
all
worked
out
neatly
,
yet
it
had
all
changed
for
him
,
and
what
was
broken
could
not
be
made
whole
again
.
Yet
he
had
gone
faithfully
through
each
of
the
four
parts
of
an
Eternal
’
s
life
.
First
,
there
was
the
period
of
fifteen
years
in
which
he
was
not
an
Eternal
at
all
,
but
only
an
inhabitant
of
Time
.
Only
a
human
being
out
of
Time
,
a
Timer
,
could
become
an
Eternal
;
no
one
could
be
born
into
the
position
.
At
the
age
of
fifteen
he
was
chosen
by
a
careful
process
of
elimination
and
winnowing
,
the
nature
of
which
he
had
no
conception
.
of
at
the
time
.
He
was
taken
beyond
the
veil
of
Eternity
after
a
last
agonized
farewell
to
his
family
.
(
Even
then
it
was
made
clear
to
him
that
whatever
else
happened
he
would
never
return
.
The
true
reason
for
that
he
was
not
to
learn
till
long
afterward
.
)
Once
within
Eternity
,
he
spent
ten
years
in
school
as
a
Cub
,
and
then
graduated
to
enter
his
third
period
as
Observer
.
It
was
only
after
that
that
he
became
a
Specialist
and
a
true
Eternal
.
The
fourth
and
last
part
of
the
Eternal
’
s
life
:
Timer
,
Cub
,
Observer
and
Specialist
.
He
,
Harlan
,
had
gone
through
it
all
so
neatly
.
He
might
say
,
successfully
.
He
could
remember
,
so
clearly
,
the
moment
that
Cubhood
was
done
,
the
moment
they
became
independent
members
of
Eternity
,
the
moment
when
,
even
though
un
-
Specialized
,
they
still
rated
the
legal
title
of
"
Eternal
.
"
He
could
remember
it
.
School
done
,
Cubhood
over
,
he
was
standing
with
the
five
who
completed
training
with
him
,
hands
clasped
in
the
small
of
his
back
,
legs
a
trifle
apart
,
eyes
front
,
listening
.
Educator
Yarrow
was
at
a
desk
talking
to
them
.
Harlan
could
remember
Yarrow
well
:
a
small
,
intense
man
,
with
ruddy
hair
in
disarray
,
freckled
forearms
,
and
a
look
of
loss
in
his
eyes
.
(
It
wasn
’
t
uncommon
,
this
look
of
loss
in
the
eyes
of
an
Eternal
-
the
loss
of
home
and
roots
,
the
unadmitted
and
unadmittable
longing
for
the
one
Century
he
could
never
see
.
)
Harlan
could
not
remember
Yarrow
’
s
exact
words
,
of
course
,
but
the
substance
of
it
remained
sharp
.
Yarrow
said
,
in
substance
,
"
You
will
be
Observers
now
.
It
isn
’
t
a
highly
regarded
position
.
Specialists
look
upon
it
as
a
boy
’
s
job
.
Maybe
you
Eternals
"
(
he
deliberately
paused
after
that
word
to
give
each
man
a
chance
to
straighten
his
back
and
brighten
at
the
glory
of
it
)
"
think
so
too
.
If
so
,
you
are
fools
who
don
’
t
deserve
to
be
Observers
.
