Greatjon Umber: My lords, here is what I say to these two kings. (spits) Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the South? What do they know of the Wall or the wolfswood? And their gods are wrong. Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the Dragons we bowed to, and now the Dragons are dead. (unsheathes his sword and gestures to Robb Stark) There sits the only king I mean to bend my knee to. The King in the North!