added to the slaughter; and the property of the dead was confiscated
to the King. All Sweden cried out with horror. The Union of Calmar,
men said, was drowned in this "Stockholm Bath of Blood," and the
Church suffered severely in public esteem for having initiated the
massacre. Christian had thought to make his rule secure by
destroying the brains of the National party. In reality he had cleared
a way to the throne for the young hostage who was to make Sweden free.
His name was Gustavus Eriksson, but posterity called him also
Vasa, from the bundle (Swedish vasa, Latin fascis ) of sticks
that appeared in his family's coat of arms. At thirteen he was sent to
study at Uppsala; at twenty he was called to the court of Sture the
Younger, who had married a half-sister of Gustavus's mother; and there
he received further instruction from the prime minister, Bishop
Hemming Gad. In 1519 he escaped from surveillance in Denmark, made his
way to Lubeck, persuaded its senate (always hostile to Denmark) to
lend him money and a ship, and regained his native shores (May 31,
1520). For months he wandered in disguise, or hid in obscure villages.
In November news reached him that nearly a hundred Swedish patriots,
including his father, had been slaughtered in Stockholm. He mounted
the swiftest horse he could find, and rode north to his own province
of Dalecarlia, resolved to organize there, from the hardy yeomanry,
the beginnings of an army that might free Sweden from the Danes.
His life was now an epic worthy of Homeric song. Traveling icy
roads, he sought rest at the home of a former schoolmate. This
friend gave him every hospitality, and then went off to notify the
pro-Danish police that the escaped hostage could now be caught; but
the wife warned Gustavus to flee. Riding onward twenty miles, he found
asylum with a priest, who hid him for a week. Moving thirty miles
farther, he tried to rouse the town of Rattvik to revolt; but its
people had not yet heard, and would not believe, the story of the Bath
of Blood. Vasa rode over frozen meadows twenty-five miles north to
Mora, and again pleaded for a revolutionary uprising, but the peasants
listened in skeptical apathy. Friendless and for a moment hopeless,
Gustavus turned his horse to the west, resigned to seeking asylum in
Norway. Before he reached the frontier a messenger from Mora
overtook him, and begged him to come back, pledging that now he
would be heard with a spirit as hot as his own. The peasants had at