[Robb enters Jaime's cage]
Jaime Lannister:
King in the North. I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or another for safekeeping, but you've dragged me along from camp to camp. Have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl.
Robb Stark:
If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a fortnight. My bannerman would receive a raven with a message: "Release my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse and your house will be destroyed, root and stem."
Jaime Lannister:
You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?
Robb Stark:
Oh, I trust them with my life. Just not with yours.
Jaime Lannister:
Smart boy. What's wrong? Don't like being called "boy"?
[Jaime adopts a mocking frown and tone]
Jaime Lannister:
Insulted?
[Robb glances sternly at a point behind Jaime's shoulder. A deep growl is heard off-screen. Jaime struggles to turn his head to see what made the noise]
Robb Stark:
You insult yourself, Kingslayer. You've been defeated by a boy. You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy.
[Jaime tries not to let his fear show as Robb's direwolf, Grey Wind, stalks into the cage]
Robb Stark:
Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the high lords of Westeros. King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true king, nor a true Baratheon. He's your bastard son.
Jaime Lannister:
Well, if that's true, Stannis is the rightful king. How convenient for him.
Robb Stark:
My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed.
Jaime Lannister:
I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head.
Robb Stark:
Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him, and you... you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the queen.
Jaime Lannister:
[still trying not to let his fear show]
You have proof? Or do you want to trade gossip like a couple of fishwives?
Robb Stark:
I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my peace terms.
Jaime Lannister:
You think my father's going to negotiate with you? You don't know him very well.
Robb Stark:
No... but he's starting to know me.
Jaime Lannister:
Three victories don't make you a conqueror.
Robb Stark:
It's better than three defeats.
[Robb turns and walks out of the cage. Jaime shuts his eyes as Grey Wind growls threateningly and lunges at his face. When Jaime opens his eyes again, he is unharmed and alone]
