He Was Confined In A
Large Splendid Saloon, But Which He Was Not Permitted To Quit, And
Which He Would Therefore Probably Have Gladly Exchanged For The
Poorest Hut And Liberty.
His wife inhabited two smaller apartments
adjoining; she was not treated as a prisoner, and could leave the
castle at will.
His son Sigismund was born here in the year 1566,
and the room and bed in which he was born are still shewn as
curiosities.
Eric's fate was much more unfortunate, for he was kept in narrow and
dark confinement. A small rudely-furnished apartment, with narrow,
iron-barred windows, in one of the little turrets was his prison.
The entrance was closed by a solid oaken door, in which a small
opening had been made, through which his food was given him. For
greater security this oaken door was covered by an iron one. Round
the outside of the apartment a narrow gallery had been made, on
which the guards were posted, and could at all times see their
prisoner through the barred windows. The spot is still shewn at one
of the windows where the king sat for hours looking into the
distance, his head leaning on his hand. What must have been his
feelings as he gazed on the bright sky, the verdant turf, and the
smiling lake! How many sighs must have been echoed from these
walls, how many sleepless nights must he have passed during those
two long years in anxious expectation of the future!
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