The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies. They can hang. But the Karstarks declared for Ramsay without knowing they had another choice. I beg your pardon, My Lady, but they know that a Stark beheaded their father. I don’t think we can count on them either. How well do you know the North, Ser Davos? Precious little, My Lady. My father always said Northerners are different, more loyal, more suspicious of outsiders.