was always prominent in this spirited young girl—the last descendant of that masterful house.
But now the young Prince Karl Gustavus had something to say.
"Ah, cousin mine," and he laid a strong though boyish hand upon the young girl's arm. "What need for couriers or dispatches that speak of suitors for your hand? Am not I to be your husband? From babyhood you have so promised me."
Christina again broke into a loud and merry laugh.
"Hark to the little burgomaster,"[1] she cried; "much travel hath made him, I do fear me, soft in heart and head. Childish promises, Karl. Let such things be forgotten now. You are to be a soldier—I, a queen."
"And yet, Madam," said Mathias, her tutor, "all Europe hath for years regarded Prince Karl as your future husband."
"And what care I for that?" demanded the girl, hotly. "Have done, have done, sirs! You do weary me with all this. Let us to the hunt. Axel Dagg did tell me of a fine roebuck in the Maelar woods. See you to the courier of the Emperor and
- ↑ Prince Charles Gustavus, afterword Charles XI., King of Sweden, and father of the famous Charles XII., was cousin to Christina. He was short and thick-set, and so like a little Dutchman that Christina often called him "the little burgomaster." At the time of this sketch he had just returned from a year of travel through Europe.
