Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Ghost of Barbara Radziwill

This picture has a rather interesting story behind it.

Our tale begins in the 1540's. At that time, Michelangelo was designing the dome of St. Peter's for Pope Paul III, and here in Vilnius, a young prince was cultivating his own glittering court. Sigismund Augustus was a man of dashing looks, as well as a poet, a humanist and a champion of religious tolerance. He was also heir to one of the most powerful states in Europe, his father being King of Poland and Lithuania.

In 1543 the Prince was married to Elizabeth of Habsburg. Sigismund had already been Vice-Regent of Vilnius for fourteen years, and the city was enjoying its golden age. The Prince embellished the Royal Castle, furnishing it with a theatre, a choir and a picture gallery, replete with exquisite Flemish tapestries. Full of fantasy, he kept five bears, a lion and ten camels, as well as an extensive stable. Meanwhile, local nobles strove to keep up - palaces, printing presses and churches sprung up across the city. But in spite of this prosperity, not all bode well for the king-in-waiting. He was the sole heir of the Jagiellonian dynasty, the crucial link in the twin state of Poland and Lithuania. What's more, it turned out that his Austrian bride was epileptic, and after barely two years of marriage she fell from a horse, fatally injured. She died childless.

The Prince would have to remarry - that was beyond debate. The problem was, the girl who came on the scene was not the one everyone else had in mind. In fact she was quite the opposite.

The Prince had fallen head over heels for a Lithuanian lady named Barbara Radziwill. She was a young widow from one of the grandest families in Lithuania. According to letters of the time, she was amongst the most beautiful ladies in Europe. But the Cracow court was dead against the match. And not only were the senators and the King furious, so too was the Queen, the terrifying Bona Sforza. Rumors had it that Bona, an Italian by birth, had used her Machiavellian skills to poison the epileptic Habsburg for failing to produce a child.

Yet such was Sigismund's passion that he did the unthinkable and married Barbara in secret in 1547.

All hell broke loose around the couple, a situation that was exacerbated by the death of the old King in 1548. Parliament demanded a divorce, and all kinds of mud was thrown at the twenty-eight year old princess. Barbara was cast as the wicked Wallace Simpson to Sigismund's Edward VIII. The charges came thick and fast - that the marriage was illegal, that Barbara was a woman of easy virtue, and above all that she was incapable of childbirth. Yet Sigismund stood firm.

Transcripts of parliamentary sessions echo the drama:
King: I wish that all people enjoyed true freedom of loving. I cannot break my marriage vows without offence to my conscience... There are no genuine grounds for divorce...

Archbishop: Your Royal Highness, grounds for divorce could be found.....

King: No doubt they could - if I were a man of ample conscience, but such I am not....

Envoy: It diminisheth us, Your Majesty, that you should have taken as your wife a woman from such a family....

Whether or not Barbara was guilty of the insults hurled at her it is difficult to surmise. But the gentry, proud of their democratic privileges, were certainly furious that the King should have gone over their heads, ignoring parliament and marrying the daughter of a magnate. And in Queen Bona's eyes, a Lithuanian lady was no dynastic match compared to a Habsburg or Bourbon princess.

Yet after three years of wrangles, the young King pushed through the coronation of his bride. It was a triumph over all the odds. But just five months later, Barbara was stricken by a terrible illness.....

Sigismund was distraught. Once again, the rumors circulated that Queen Bona had been up to her poisonous tricks. (Until this day, historians cite the charge of foul play). The young King did everything he could to save his bride. But to no avail. Barbara breathed her last at Wawel Castle on 8th May 1551.

The King was inconsolable. According to her dying wishes, Barbara was to be buried in Vilnius cathedral, and the King set off with the cortege on the huge journey to Vilnius. He would wear black for the remainder of his life.

It might seem that the tale is now told. But not all the strings in this story have been tied up yet. No, no. For one, Queen Bona was to get a taste of her own medicine in the end. She organized one more marriage for her son, marrying him to a second Habsburg princess, Catherine, the sister of his first wife. But the marriage was both soulless and childless. (The Primate of Poland himself went down on bended knee to persuade Sigismund to see to his wife, but the King had lost interest). Bona would later flee Poland after falling out of favor at court. She hid herself away at an Italian nunnery, but her past followed her, and she died of poisoning in 1557.

Years later, after pushing through the grandest act of his career - the complete and equal union of Lithuania and Poland (1569) - Sigismund retired to the remote castle of Knyszyn. Henceforth kings would be elected to a joint throne. Sigismund finished his days on 7th July 1572, surrounded by a motley company of quacks, astrologers, and witches, in a room hung in black in memory of Barbara Radziwill."

Miscellanea

* Many legends emerged around the saga. One of the most enduring is that the King attempted to conjure the ghost of his bride with the help of wily sorcerer Pan Twardowski. A mirror used for this magic survives at the village church of Wegrow, Eastern Poland. Mirrors were believed to have been gateways to other dimensions, specifically ones that contained the soul of the recently departed.

Years later, a painter named Jan Matejko around the year 1866-1868, painted a depiction of King Sigismund’s last thoughts of his bride, Barbara, before dying, and was later repainted in 1890 by him. This time, he painted what must have been the King’s attempt to revive the soul of his dead bride through means of Twardowski’s mirror.

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