CATELYN: We share a common enemy.

STANNIS: The Iron Throne is mine by right. All those that deny that are my foes.

RENLY: The whole realm denies it, from Dorne to the Wall. Old men deny it with their death rattle and unborn children deny it in their mother's wombs. No one wants you for their king. You never wanted any friends, brother. But a man without friends is a man without power.

STANNIS: For the sake of the mother who bore us, I will give you this one night to reconsider. Strike your banners, come to me before dawn, and I will grant you your old seat in the Council. I'll even name you my heir until a son is born to me. Otherwise I shall destroy you.

RENLY quickly considers the offer.

RENLY: Look across those fields, brother. Can you see all those banners?

STANNIS: You think a few bolts of cloth will make you king?

RENLY: No. The men holding those bolts of cloth will make me king.

STANNIS: We shall see, Renly. Come the dawn, we shall see.