Ranulf snarls at Waleran and stands up on his own, stalking off the field.

Ranulf de Blondeville slams his visor down and sits erect astride his magnificent grey steed. In honor of his distinguished grandfather, who invented heraldry, he has bound a sheaf of wheat to the front of his shield. His form is excellent, and as he thunders down the pitch, it seems that the Earl o...

Ranulf de Blondeville's arrival causes a bit of a stir. His powerful young body is encased in heavy armor, and the trademark three haystacks of his arms are visible on his shield. His eyes dart from knight to knight as he surveys the competition with not a little angst. William d'Aubigny actually lo...

Ranulf de Blondeville, his strong jaw set, arrives at the head of the line. He hands over his documentation, and, before the herald can speak, he launches into his lineage. "I am Ranulf de Blondeville, 6th Earl of Chester and 4th Earl of Richmond, the son of Hugh de Kevelioc and Bertrade d'Evreux, a...

Shortly after comes the bright tenor of the Earl of Chester and of Richmond, his 19 years never having given him any sign that he would partake in a ritual quite this magnificent.

"God Save King Richard!"

To his wife and support, Ranulf, Earl of Chester, sends this question. Why on God's earth am I receiving commiserations and 'there-theres' from the Queen of England on the state of my marriage? What have you been telling her? And what, do you suppose, has she been telling her sons? Do you think we'l...