Mistress Liddy Cunningham, Cook

as portrayed by Lindsey Miley

I grows up a lovely, little lavender girl in the splendid rhelm of Staffordshire, England. Bein a lavender was a good job, it only paid pence but hangin the towns bloomers and under clothes to dry was what kept me on it. No respect, they throw the clothes at ya and kick ya f you forget to scrub a spot. I had bruises up and down me backside. But the clothes smelled nice, I never forgot the lavender. When the garments went home they were dry, folded nicely and had the required peice of lavender between each singular item.

It was all easy, 'cept for one part, I had to work with my sister Phoebe. She's mean. She would beat me with the clothes to get them dry. Unfortunately in our lineage Phoebe's the eldest and I'm the youngest.

Maggie's in the middle.... Well, Maggie's in the middle of alot of things. In the middle of lunch, in the middle of a bucket, in the middle of washin her feet in the fountain in the middle of town. In the middle of insanity.

Phoebe was our business getter. She would start a tavern brawl, throw in some food and before ya know it theres a pub full of persons in there under clothes and we are scurryin down to the lake to scrub clothes. Maggie was in charge of gettin the lavender even though she would always come back with daffodiles, daisys or even grass. One time she came back with a pretzel. I got to be second in charge of getting the lavender and scrubbin the clothes and hangin the clothes and folding the clothes and returnin the clothes and... you get my point.

Me life turned around one 'noon when we was on our last batch of laundry for the day. Business was slow cause everybody wanted their clothes washed the day before. I tell you we were busy as the dickins that day. Everyone was excited cause the Queen and her Royal court was comin to our very own Staffordshire. Everyone was gettin spruced up for the day of celebration. So, as I was sayin we was on our last batch of laundry when Phobe went and got cross and started a fight with me. I didn't want to fight I wanted to finish so's to go to the Revelers camp by the maypole. Phoebe swung a big, heavy, wet coat at me and knocked me into the mud. I had a sock so I slapped her with it and it wrapped around her head. I ran while lookin behind me to see if she was chasin me. I ran smack into a wall. When I got me
head back on I looked up and there was big, huge,...man in the middle of the path. He had a quirky smirk on his face as if he'd seen two dogs balanced on a fools back singin "country lass".

I righted meself, begged his pardon and excused meself. He bellowed, "Fool, you make me laugh." I says,"Ye welcome my lord." He asked me to walk with him a ways down the path to the Glade of the Nobles where he offered me a dry seat. He introduced himself to be, "Sir William Cecil, Lord Baron of Burghley, Secretary of State, member of the Privy Council and Knight of the Garder.....! When me head stopped spinnin he asked me, "What my qualifications are?" I said I wash clothes for 'livin. He smirked again and that was that.

I now work in Lord Burghley's household as a cook. That was an accident how that happened. I simply put a sprig of cael on top of his soup on my way through the kitchen to the back door to hang laundry and I got promoted. He said it was the most creative thing a cook has done on an ordinary day in quite some time. I think he was pullin me leg, not that he would actually do that. So as things go for me I'm now the cook. It was all fine and dandy, I know how to cook quite well! But,...the Queen is comin, I'm so nervous. If I mess any thin', In soothe Lord Burghley will have me hide tanned!!!

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