"Let's not, any of us," the Master rose his voice to shout over everyone's clamouring, waving his hand to get their attention, "be too quick to lay blame! Did you forget that it was Girion, the Lord of Dale, [i]your[/i] ancestor, that failed to kill the beast, hm?!" he sneered at Bard. 

Thorin glared across at Bard and walked right past him to look at the Master. "I speak to the Master of the Men of the Lake! Would you see the rich days of Esgaroth return? What say you?"
"I say unto you," there was a long pause and for a moment Thorin panicked that they would say no, but he let out a relieved breath when the Master yelled for everyone to hear, throwing his arms out in a welcoming gesture, "welcome, welcome and thrice welcome!"

"You have [i]no[/i] right, to enter that mountain!" snarled Bard angrily at Thorin, who just stared back at him seriously.
"I have the [i]only[/i] right." the dwarf prince growled.