Ser Richeldis the Hearth Knight

"Oh, please, take a seat. My husband will be home in about an hour, so I'd like to put this matter in the ground before then. Come now, draw your blade, ready your claws, or what have you. I really don't want to be cleaning blood off the tile when the children get back from school. They always end up playing in it..."

"You have the gall to speak so casually of this? Justice demands that we fight, and I demand that you take it seriously!" The young witch, blonde curls spilling out from underneath a rather comical pointed hat, though it's point sloped slightly to one side.

"Oh, dear, you sure are worked up... Am I to simply guess at whatever wrong I have committed against you?" Ser Richeldis asked, leaning a hand onto the table in front of her.

"Do you not recognize me, Knight?" She pulled the hat from her head, gesturing with it as if the crown of her head was all that was need to make her completely recognizable. "Do you forget the faces of all those that you kill?"

"I forget nothing, and I do not recognize you, so it only stands to reason that I have not killed you nor anyone else that wore your face."

"How dare you!"

"Just tell me, young woman, we don't have to dance around it like this." Everything that Richeldis said only seemed to infuriate the youth more.

"Do not speak to me as if you are the mother you took from me!"

— The Accolades of the High Tables, Ewdin Rickman

Married to Ser Henrry, who also shares the title of Hearth Knight with her, Ser Richeldis is a less prolific knight within the tales of Camlann, though the times that she and her husband appear they make a rather striking impression.

She fought with a great spear called Keensong, the metal of which would shift and move at her will, like the weapon of Ser Giovenco the Mirror Knight.