“Ay, ay,” said Norss; “but how is that possible?”

“We shall see,” said Faia.

That night Norss dreamed that a spirit came to him, and that the spirit said to him:  “Norss, thou shalt surely live forever in thy son Claus, if thou wilt but acknowledge the symbol.”

Then when the morning was come Norss told his dream to Faia, his wife; and Faia said: 

“The same dream had I,—­an angel appearing to me and speaking these very words.”

“But what of the symbol?” cried Norss.

“I have it here, about my neck,” said Faia.

So saying, Faia drew from her bosom the symbol of wood,—­a tiny cross suspended about her neck by the golden chain.  And as she stood there holding the symbol out to Norss, he—­he thought of the time when first he saw her on the far-distant Orient shore, standing beneath the Star in all her maidenly glory, shading her beauteous eyes with one hand, and with the other clasping the cross,—­the holy talisman of her faith.

“Faia, Faia!” cried Norss, “it is the same,—­the same you wore when I fetched you a bride from the East!”

“It is the same,” said Faia, “yet see how my kisses and my prayers have worn it away; for many, many times in these years, dear Norss, have I pressed it to my lips and breathed your name upon it.  See now—­see what a beauteous light its shadow makes upon your aged face!”

The sunbeams, indeed, streaming through the window at that moment, cast the shadow of the symbol on old Norss’s brow.  Norss felt a glorious warmth suffuse him, his heart leaped with joy, and he stretched out his arms and fell about Faia’s neck, and kissed the symbol and acknowledged it.  Then likewise did Faia; and suddenly the place was filled with a wondrous brightness and with strange music, and never thereafter were Norss and Faia beholden of men.

Until late that night Claus toiled at his forge; for it was a busy season with him, and he had many, many curious and beauteous things to make for the little children in the country round about.  The colored flames leaped singing from his forge, so that the Northern sky seemed to be lighted by a thousand rainbows; but above all this voiceful glory beamed the Star, bright, beautiful, serene.

Coming late to the cabin in the fir grove, Claus wondered that no sign of his father or of his mother was to be seen.  “Father—­mother!” he cried, but he received no answer.  Just then the Star cast its golden gleam through the latticed window, and this strange, holy light fell and rested upon the symbol of the cross that lay upon the floor.  Seeing it, Claus stooped and picked it up, and kissing it reverently, he cried:  “Dear talisman, be thou my inspiration evermore; and wheresoever thy blessed influence is felt, there also let my works be known henceforth forever!”

No sooner had he said these words than Claus felt the gift of immortality bestowed upon him; and in that moment, too, there came to him a knowledge that his parents’ prayer had been answered, and that Norss and Faia would live in him through all time.