The right, said Robb stubbornly. Catelyn thought he sounded eerily like his father as he said it.
So you mean us to declare for Stannis? asked Edmure.
I don't know, said Robb. "I prayed to know what to do, but the gods did not answer. The Lannisters killed my father for a traitor, and we know that was a lie, but if Joffrey is the lawful king and we fight against him, we will be traitors."
My lord father would urge caution, aged Sir Stevron said, with the weaselly smile of a Frey. "Wait, let these two kings play their game of thrones. When they are done fighting, we can bend our knees to the victor, or oppose him, as we choose. With Renly arming, likely Lord Tywin would welcome a truce ... and the safe return of his son. Noble lords, allow me to go to him at Harrenhal and arrange good terms and ransoms... "
A roar of outrage drowned out his voice. "Craven!" the Greatjon thundered. "Begging for a truce will make us seem weak," declared Lady Mormont. "Ransoms be damned, we must not give up the Kingslayer," shouted Rickard Karstark.
Why not a peace? Catelyn asked.
The lords looked at her, but it was Robb's eyes she felt, his and his alone. "My lady, they murdered my lord father, your husband," he said grimly.