Here am I, Mistress Grotte, being my usual charming self. Why it is I do not know, but the person with hair as red as some Tudor monarchs is just about to give me money. What is it about me that makes people behave so ?
Some say that I frighten folks with my weird sayings and I am paid to leave them alone. Others believe that I have the power to heal and they gladly cross my palm to ease their aches and pains. For you see I do not charge half as much as the herbalist or surgeon would do and I believe I get the same results. However I must remain vigilant for there are whisperings of the word'witch'.
My sister , Mistress Marion, frowns on some of the things I do, but I care not. Many a battle have I attended, but you would never see her on a battlefield.
I am in charge of the baggage train, pulling my cart laden with items that the fighting men are unable to carry about their persons when they are called to march to the next battle ground. During the battles I listen out for the call of "Baggage" and I, and the rest of my women, run amongst the dead and dying to see what pickings are to be had. Some say this is a vile thing to do, but what good are boots, weapons and jewels to those who are about to meet their Maker? Far better for me to take them from their bodies. They will be be put to good use by the Marcher Stuarts.
They call me their "great provider" or "getter of goods" and even "thieving wench", but they readily use what I have gained and the good Lord knows I have never stolen from the living for I am too frightened I may be caught.