Ramsay Snow, Roose Bolton and others in “Unfinished Business”

Ramsay Snow

Moat Cailin is yours, Father.

Roose Bolton

Walk with me. Has there been any word from Locke?

Ramsay Snow

No.

Roose Bolton

Unimportant. A cripple, and a young boy. None of the Northern lords have seen them. Dead, most likely. Most of the Ironborn have fled the North. Now more will follow, thanks to you. Tell me what you see.

Ramsay Snow

Moors, fields, hills...

Roose Bolton

Tell me what you see.

Ramsay Snow

Nothing.

Roose Bolton

Not nothing - the North. Ride seven hundred miles that way, you're still in the North. Four hundred miles that way, three hundred miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined. And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine. Now, tell me. What is your name?

Ramsay Snow

Ramsay Snow.

Roose Bolton

No, not Ramsay Snow. [hands him a scroll] Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.

[stares at him, kneels] You honor me. I swear, I will uphold your tradition and your name. I will be worthy of you, Father. I promise.