Source:
Christina of Sweden, pages 37 to 40, by Ada Harrison, 1929
The biography:
A portrait of her during these last days in Sweden has been left in the journal of Bulstrode Whitelocke, an Englishman sent by the Protectorate to negotiate a naval alliance with Sweden against the Dutch. Whitelocke was presented to the queen in December 1653, and in his solemn, comprehensive Narrative he notes meticulously every word and action of the queen in their meetings. We know that Christina was playing a part, that her calm was doubtless simulated, but there was nothing faked in her interest in every subject which came up for discussion. No matter what crisis Christina was in, she was invariably ready to learn a new thing. She is described by Whitelocke as utterly devoid of impatience and irritability, a young lady of remarkable insight into affairs, a little intricate in her dealings perhaps, but exquisitely affable towards himself and England. They passed from the discussion of the alliance to the discussion of English affairs, of Protestantism, which the queen solemnly applauded, of the library at St James's from which Whitelocke promised his help in obtaining a coveted manuscript, of famous people. 'One would have fancied that England had been her native land, so well was she furnished with the characters of most persons of consideration there, and with the story of the nation.'
Time and again Christina drew him on to talk about Cromwell. As a divinely-invested sovereign, she had been appalled at the execution of Charles I. In 1649 she had written to Bradshaw and the judges: 'A chamber of justice, or rather a chamber of iniquity, established by Cromwell and composed entirely of men of low birth, or of scoundrels who aspire as he does to sovereign power, cites the King, pronounces him guilty of treason, and, without allowing him to defend himself, beheads him at his palace gates. ... Infamous judges! ... Scoundrels who have violated divine and human laws and who have soaked your sacrilegious hands in the blood of your King. He was your friend. He was your father.... Savages! you have cut his throat without a pang!'
None the less[,] when it began to be clear what kind of man the Protector was, Christina was the first of the European sovereigns to make an alliance with him. 'The degeneracy of the times renders your woes irremediable', she wrote to the future Charles II, 'and I think it my unhappiness to be incapacitated from giving you any assistance. You will doubtless have the goodness to permit your friends to look after their own interests, when they are convinced how impossible it is to be of any service to you.' The thought of Cromwell, as she grew to visualise him, drew her like a magnet. He was her strong, military, heroic type. She twice hinted broadly that she would be glad to see him in England, and in spite of the cool reception of her suggestion was delighted to receive his portrait signed by his hand and bearing some lines of verse to the effect that his was not always a countenance to make kings tremble. 'If blind fortune would one day let me look upon this face', she wrote in answer, 'I would think it one of the greatest graces she ever did, even though one of them was to give me a crown.' An offer from Cromwell would certainly have charmed her more than the one she received from the King of Scotland. She vowed that Cromwell would be King of England, and protested that in Roman days no good had ever come of absolute rulers hiding the kingly power under republican names.
Very often the queen's mood was light. Once the conference was interrupted by an unexpected intruder, and the journal records this dialogue between Christina and Whitelocke:
'What huge dogge is this?'
'It is an English mastiffe which I brought with me, and it seems is broke loose and followed me even to this place.'
'Is he gentle and well conditioned?'
'The more courage they have, the more gentle they are; this is both. Your Majesty may stroake him.'
'I have heard of the fierceness of these dogges; this is very gentle.'
'They are very gentle unless provoked, and of a generous kind; no creature hath more mettle and faithfulnesse than they have.'
'Is it your dogge?'
'I cannot tell; some of my people told me that one Mr Peters sent for it for a present for the Queen.'
'Who is that Mr Peters?'
'A minister, and great servant to the Parlement.'
'That Mr Peters sent me a letter.'
'He is a great admirer of Your Majesty; but to presume to send a letter, or a dogge, for a present to a queen, I thought above him, and not fit to be offered to your Majesty.'
'I have many letters from private persons; his letter and the dogge belong to me and are my goods, and I will have them.'
'Your Majesty commands in chiefe, and all ought to obey you, and so will I; not only as to the letter and dogge, but also as to another part of his present, a great English cheese of his countrey-making.'
'I do kindly accept them from him, and see that you send my goods to me.'
This also was like Christina. A Magnus de la Gardie, placed as high as possible, could fall irrevocably at the hint of a threat of her royalty. A Mr Peters, however lowly, could do no wrong by presuming to show his appreciation of her.
Above: Kristina.