Eos saw it as a mistake for what it was, but he did not make any indication that he was aware of it. The Painter, on reflection a hundred Cosmic Eras later, saw it as a mistake also, but it was a mistake the Painter could not undo without revealing it had been a mistake. So the Cancellation widened, and a piece that had been precise was now slightly less precise, and a piece slightly less precise was a piece slightly more vulnerable, and Eos filed this and did not move on it for another forty million Cosmic Eras.
He moved at last in the four hundred and seventy-one billionth Cosmic Era, on a world the Painter was not watching closely.
The world had been chosen for him, though he did not know it had been chosen for him.
Vraegar's chamber was sealed, and the small white-haired child within had not been visible to Eos for a long time, because Eos had decided not to look, and because Vraegar had decided not to be looked at.
