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.