The castle in Styria was its namesake.
To leaven the poor loaf of life in Castle Hapsburg, its inmates enjoyed the companionship of the kindest man and woman that ever graced a high estate--the Duke and Duchess of Styria.

Though in their little court, life was rigid with the starch of ceremony, it was softened by the tenderness of love.

All that Duke Frederick asked from his subjects was a bare livelihood and a strict observance of ceremonious conventions.
Those who approached him and his son did so with uncovered head and bended knee.

An act of personal familiarity would have been looked on as high treason.

Taxes might remain unpaid, laws might be broken, and there was mercy in the ducal heart; but a flaw in ceremony was unpardonable.
The boar's meat and the brown bread were eaten in state; the sour wine was drunk solemnly; and going to bed each night was an act of national importance.