“Nay,” said the merchant between bites, “never a Christmas without good roast capon.”
“Sir Melancholy? Hast thou Christmas cheer? Nay, we need not thine answer. And thou, Sir Shifty Eyes—is this Christmas to thee?”
“Nay,” said the last of all, “I see no Christmas joy in this shrivelled fare.”
“Hearest thou, O Father Hermit?” cried the questioner in triumph. “And thou sayest this brings Christmas joy to thee!”
“And truly so it does!” answered the hermit quietly. Then, his eyes sweeping quickly around the circle, he spoke more strongly: “And more, Sir Philosopher—for such I take thee to be—I can tell each of you why he has no Christmas joy from this feast of mine.”
“Come, then,” said the philosopher invitingly.
“Thou first,” said the hermit, not heeding the sneer no longer concealed—“thou art a philosopher, is it not so?—So I thought.—And thou hast exchanged faith for reason, and by thy bargain thou hast lost thy Christ and thy Christmas. Thou wast afraid to believe! God manifest in the flesh thou couldst not understand, and therefore God manifest in the flesh thou didst cast away.”
The other would have interrupted, but the hermit raised his hand to silence him. “Nay, I said not I would argue with thee, but that I would show thee why thou hast no Christmas joy. And I have shown thee. Thou hast no faith: that is why. Thou, who dost come over yonder blue sea by faith; who dost follow a mountain path on faith;—thou, who dost not know thyself nor thy neighbor nor thy world, but dost take all on faith—thou dost not believe in the might of the finger of God! Not a day passes but thou dost believe the unexplainable; yet thou must explain the Christ-child before thou wilt believe on him! Thou dost not know me; thou canst not explain one of these dried peas, nor the way it grew, nor the sunlight that dried it; and yet thou dost eat my dried peas gladly! Have I hit thee? ‘Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of heaven as a——’”
He paused for a moment. The philosopher’s eyes had fallen; his sneer was gone; he had not a word to say. The hermit turned to the thief, who sat next in the circle, and shot his next words at him.