Chapter 105

"Sansa and Arya!" Brienne exclaimed.

Translation: "Sansa and Arya!" Brienne exclaimed.

Check: "exclaimed" = exclaimed. Good.

"They're called this name!" the forest witch sighed, "I know they're related to you, and only this kind of news can be exchanged with you."

Translation: "They are called by that name!" the forest witch sighed, "I know they are related to you, and only such news can be exchanged with you."

But we need to be faithful: "They are called this name!" Could be "They are called this name!" but maybe "They are called this name!" The Chinese: "They are called this name!" literally "They are called this name ah!" So translation: "They are called this name!" We'll keep.

the forest witch sighed. Good.

I know they are related to you, and only this kind of news can be exchanged with you.

Thus line: "They are called this name!" the forest witch sighed, "I know they are related to you, and only this kind of news can be exchanged with you."

But we need to keep punctuation? We'll output as a single line.

She began to sob.

Translation: She began to sob.

She began to sob.

"What's wrong?" Brienne asked in surprise.

Translation: "What's wrong?" Brienne asked in surprise.

"You want to know their whereabouts, but I can't see where they are, and I'm not familiar with that place." She said through tears, "I can't exchange that with you."

Translation: "You want to know their location, but I can't see their location and I'm not familiar with that place." she said with tears, "I can't exchange with you."

But we need to keep quotes: The Chinese has two quoted parts separated by a comma. We'll translate as: "You want to know their location, but I can't see their location and I'm not familiar with that place." she said with tears, "I can't exchange with you."

"It's fine; just tell me whether they're safe. Tell me what they've encountered and what they've seen."

Translation: "It's fine, just tell me whether they are safe. Tell me what they encountered and what they saw."

Brienne felt that nothing in life could be stranger than this.

Translation: Brienne felt that nothing in life was more strange than this.

"I thought my dream could be exchanged with someone new here, but seeing you, I know it won't work, it won't work... what I know is meaningless to you." She continued to cry.

Translation: "I thought my dream could be exchanged with someone new here, but seeing you, I know it's not possible, not possible... what I know is meaningless to you." She continued crying.

"No, just say what you know." Brienne felt the forest witch posed no danger; on the contrary, she was quite "kind," at least she didn't want to deceive her.

Translation: "No, just say what you know." Brienne felt that this forest witch was not dangerous, on the contrary, she was quite "kind", at least she was unwilling to deceive her.

"Ugh, that blood child looks safe." The forest witch stopped crying, then pulled the stopper from the leather sack with her mouth and took a sip of the red wine inside, which struck Brienne as odd. "The fair maiden with reddish-brown hair was on the ship, facing the wind, she was crying. I don't know..."

Translation: "Ah, that blood child looks safe." The forest witch stopped crying, then pulled out the stopper from the leather bag with her mouth and took a small sip of the wine inside, which made Brienne feel strange, "That fair maiden with reddish-brown hair, she was on the ship, facing the wind, she was crying. I don't know..."

"Is she crying?" Brienne looked at Podrick beside her, "Does she have a dwarf next to her, oh, an ugly little dwarf, he only has half a nose?" She felt ashamed for saying the word "dwarf" in front of the witch.

Translation: "Is she crying?" Brienne looked at Podrick beside her, "Is there a dwarf beside her, oh, an ugly little man with only half a nose?" She felt ashamed for saying the word "dwarf" in front of the witch.

The forest witch obviously had no intention of arguing with her.

Translation: The forest witch obviously had no intention of arguing with her.

"A dwarf with half a nose, I've dreamed of him too." She seemed to be recalling, "He walked down a long dark road, brave people protecting him on either side... shadows lurked behind him, the whole city's populace died because of him, bodies filled the streets, the sewers teemed with maggots, oh, the fire, worse than the midsummer hall."

Translation: "The dwarf with half a nose, I also dreamed of him." She seemed to be recalling, "He walked on a long dark road, brave people protecting him on either side, and... shadows lurked behind him, the whole city's people died because of him, corpses filled the streets, the sewers were full of maggots, oh, the fire, more terrible than the midsummer hall."

"Did Lord Tyrion do this? How did he manage it?" Podrick exclaimed.

Translation: "Lord Tyrion did this? How did he manage it?" Podrick exclaimed.

Brienne couldn't tell whether Podrick was simply shocked or amazed by Lord Tyrion's ability.

Translation: Brienne couldn't tell whether Podrick was purely shocked or amazed at Lord Tyrion's ability.

"I don't know." The forest witch said anxiously, "I want to see, but I just can't make it out; that place isn't my god's domain."

Translation: "I don't know." The forest witch anxiously said, "I want to see, but I just can't make it clear there; that place is not my god's domain."

"Not your god's domain? Is it a foreign land? Then what is your god?" Brienne asked.

Translation: "Not your god's domain? Is that a foreign land? Then what is your god?" Brienne asked.

"I'm not a child of the forest, but I still faith the old gods. The weirwood constantly feeds me dreams while I sleep. I am its follower; whenever the old gods wish, it can show me the future, the past, and the world as it was in the beginning. It's becoming more active now."

Translation: "I am not a Child of the Forest, but I still believe in the Old Gods. The weirwood constantly pours dreams into me while I sleep. I am its follower; as long as the Old Gods wish, it can show me the future, the past, the original appearance of places all over the world. It is becoming more and more active."

"Can you see the future? How can you be sure that's the future?" Brienne wondered.

Translation: "You can see the future? How do you know that is the future?" Brienne puzzled.

"The past is like sticky, hardened honey; even if you stir it hard, it eventually returns to its original state, but the future is like a startled fawn— a slight touch makes it dart away swiftly, fast as lightning, never to return. So whenever I realize I'm dreaming of the future, I hold my breath and focus. I feel that one day I will surely die from holding my breath." She said this with utmost sincerity and solemnity.

Translation: "The past is like sticky, hardened honey; even if you stir it hard, after a while it returns to its original state, but the future is like a startled fawn, a slight touch makes it leap away swiftly, as fast as lightning, never to return. So whenever I realize that I have dreamed of the future, I hold my breath and focus. I feel that one day I will surely suffocate myself." She said with utmost sincerity and solemnity.

"We surely all die drunk on mead, lying in our warm beds." Brienne tried to comfort her.

Translation: "We surely all die drunk on mead, lying in our warm beds." Brienne wanted to comfort her.

"Oh, no, I know how I died, and I know how you did." She took another sip of wine.

Translation: "Oh, no, I know how I will die, and I know how you will die." She took another sip of grape wine.

"Please don't say it out loud." Brienne looked away from her and turned her gaze to the nearby fire.

Translation: "Please don't say it out loud." Brienne averted her gaze from her and turned to the fire beside her.

All mortals must die, but some deaths are weightier than mountains, others lighter than a feather; she has her own choice.

Translation: All mortals must die, but some deaths are weightier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a goose feather; she has her own choice.

"I smell the scent of nobility." The forest witch said, "I hope you fare well, I hope you defeat your enemies, I hope you break the chains of your dreams."

Translation: "I smell the scent of nobility." the forest witch said, "I hope everything goes well for you, I hope you defeat your enemies, I hope you break the shackles of dreams."

"What chains?" Podrick asked.

Translation: "What shackles?" Podrick asked.

"Podrick!" Brienne exclaimed, "Don't ask! I don't want to know. Whether it's a dragon's pool and tiger's den, blades and flames, or an abyss, for the sake of my vow I will spare no effort; if there are chains, let the gods decide whether to wear them, and let the gods decide whether I can break them."

Translation: "Podrick!" Brienne exclaimed, "Don't ask! I don't want to know. No matter if it's a dragon's pool and tiger's den, blades mountains and seas of fire, or an abyss, for the sake of the promise, I will spare no effort; if there are shackles, let the gods decide whether to wear them, let the gods decide whether I can break them."

"Sorry, ser!" Podrick blushed as he apologized.

Translation: "Sorry, sir!" Podrick apologized, blushing.

"What a fine knight." She leaned on her black wooden staff, standing outside the stones Podrick had stacked, her legs trembling slightly.

Translation: "What a good knight." She leaned on her black wooden staff, standing outside the stones Podrick had stacked, her legs trembling slightly.

"You, you can move closer to the fire." Brienne placed the grass mat from under her own buttocks in front of her.

Translation: "You, you can move closer to the fire." Brienne placed the grass mat from under her buttocks in front of her.

"I've already shared your wine; that's enough. Unfortunately, I don't have a valuable enough dream to repay you, good knight. The girl you care about—I don't know where they are." She lowered her head sadly and slowly walked away, holding the wine sack.

Translation: "I have already shared your wine, that is enough. Unfortunately, I do not have a dream valuable enough to repay you, good knight. You care about the girls, but I do not know their location." She lowered her head sadly and slowly walked away holding the wine bag.

"You, please wait." Brienne called after her retreating back.

Translation: "You, please wait a moment." Brienne shouted at her back.

She walked toward the horse and took out another wineskin.

Translation: She walked toward the horse and took out the wine from another leather bag.

"This is mead. Drinking too much is bad for your teeth." Brienne handed the sack to the forest witch.

Translation: "This is mead, by the way. Drinking too much is bad for the teeth." Brienne handed the bag to the forest witch.

"No, I don't accept charity." The forest witch refused.

Translation: "No, I do not accept charity." The forest witch refused.

"This isn't charity; my squire cares about news of Lord Tyrion, not knowing if he's still alive, but what you just said, while it doesn't reveal his location, at least confirms he's alive—which is already very important news." Brienne said solemnly with a smile, "Moreover, if Lady Catelyn's two daughters are still alive, I believe their sister will find a way to rescue them."

Translation: "This is not charity; my retainer cares about news of Lord Tyrion, not knowing whether he is still alive, but your words just now, although they cannot indicate his position, at least can prove he is still alive, which is already very important news." Brienne said solemnly with a smile, "Moreover, if Lady Catelyn's two daughters are still alive, I believe their sister will find a way to rescue them."

The forest witch turned her head, looked up at Brienne, and showed sadness.

Translation: The forest witch turned her head, looked up at Brienne, and showed sorrow.

"I know you good knight pity me, an old woman, but I won't take what I shouldn't..." She slowly turned her face, gazing into the dark underground, "Their sister killed their mother—this is also what the old gods told me, over and over."

Translation: "I know you good knight pity me an old woman, but I will not take what I ought not to take..." She slowly turned her face, gazing into the dark underground, "Their sister killed their mother; this is also what the Old Gods told me, over and over."

"Ser Meyers killed Lady Catelyn?" Brienne exclaimed, "Why? She, the lady, didn't she die at the Red Wedding? Have your old gods made a mistake?"

Translation: "Ser Mei Yi killed Lady Catelyn?" Brienne exclaimed, "Why? She, the lady, didn't she die at the Red Wedding? Is your Old God mistaken?"

"That's the sticky past; the old gods never err, they are responsible for memory and remember everything. Unlike the future, they can only see fleeting glimpses." She slowly lowered her head, turned around, "The gods are all active; there is no longer any certain future."

Translation: "That is the sticky past; the Old Gods do not make mistakes, the Old Gods are in charge of memory, they remember everything. Unlike the future, they can only see fleeting glimpses." She slowly lowered her head and turned around, "The gods are all active, and there is no longer any certain future."

She doesn't care about the gods; she only cares about Lady Catelyn.

Translation: She does not care about the gods, she only cares about Lady Catelyn.

"Everyone says Lady Catelyn died at the Red Wedding; how could she also die at Ser Meyers' hand?" Brienne asked, looking at the forest witch's back.

Translation: "Everyone says Lady Catelyn already died at the Red Wedding; she, how could she still die at the hands of Ser Mei Yi?" Brienne asked, looking at the forest witch's back.

"The Lightning King resurrected her again." She slowly walked into the dark forest, and before disappearing she turned back, "Good knight, with the aid of the old gods, I bless you in my parents' name, wishing you soon learn the girls' whereabouts; wishing you defeat every foe before you; wishing you march forward courageously, so that all evil may flee."

Translation: "The Lightning King revived her again." She slowly walked into the dark thicket; before disappearing, she turned back and looked, "Good knight, with the aid of the Old Gods, I invoke my parents' names to bless you, wishing you may soon know the girls' whereabouts; wishing you may defeat all enemies before you; wishing you may advance courageously, so that all evil may retreat."

"Thank you!" Brienne whispered to her back.

Translation: "Thank you!" Brienne whispered to her back.

The forest witch walked into the pitch-black forest, one hand holding the wineskin, the other leaning on her staff.

Translation: The forest witch, one hand holding the leather bag, the other leaning on her staff, walked into the pitch-black thicket.

Podrick also rose to his feet.

Translation: Podrick also stood up.

"Her, this is too strange!" Podrick exclaimed excitedly, "Is she really a forest witch? My legs went weak from fright!"

Translation: "She, this is too strange!" Podrick exclaimed excitedly, "Is she really a forest witch? My legs went weak from fright!"

"I can't tell, but I think you're pleased!" Brienne stared at him sternly, not wanting to joke with the witch.

Translation: "I can't tell, I think you're very happy!" Brienne stared at him sternly, not wanting to joke with the witch.

"Hehe." Podrick split the rabbit on the spit, took the small half for himself, and gave the rest to Brienne, "I thought she'd want rabbit meat too; I'd already prepared to give her my own little leg."

Translation: "Hehe." Podrick split the rabbit on the spit, took the small half for himself, and handed the rest to Brienne, "I thought she also wanted rabbit meat; I had already prepared to give her this portion of my shin."

Brienne tore off a piece and stuffed the rest back into Podrick. She had no appetite.

Translation: Brienne tore off a part and stuffed the rest back into Podrick. She had no appetite.

"Ser, do you think everything the forest witch said is true?" Podrick asked while tearing at the meat, "She said Lord Tyrion is still alive, and there are brave people protecting him..."

Translation: "Sir, do you think the forest witch's words are all true?" Podrick asked while tearing at the meat, "She said Lord Tyrion is still alive, and there are brave people protecting..."

"Podrick, I believe everything she said is true." She paused, "Now you've also heard that Lord Tyrion and Miss Sansa aren't together, so tomorrow you won't need to follow me anymore."

Translation: "Podrick, I believe everything she said is true." She paused, "Now you have also heard that Lord Tyrion and Miss Sansa are not together, so tomorrow you don't need to follow me anymore."

He almost forgot to chew, then hastily swallowed the meat, "Why, ser? Are you also going to abandon me?"

Translation: He almost forgot to chew, then hurriedly swallowed the meat, "Why, sir? Are you also going to abandon me?"

"You're not my squire; your purpose is to find Lord Tyrion, while mine is to find Miss Sansa. Since they're not together, we don't need to stay together." She glanced at the young squire, "I can't protect you, and you've also heard that danger lies ahead, with 'chains'—I absolutely don't want to drag you into it; with you around, I'd have to worry more, and a warrior must fight wholeheartedly without distraction."

Translation: "You are not my retainer; your purpose is to find Lord Tyrion, while I am for Miss Sansa. Since they are not together, we also have no need to be together." She glanced at this little retainer, "I cannot protect you, and you also heard that my front has danger, there are 'shackles'," I absolutely do not want to implicate you, "having you with me makes me worry more, and a warrior must fight wholeheartedly, cannot be distracted."

Podrick quickly got to his feet.

Translation: Podrick hurriedly stood up.

"I can fight. At the Blackwater Rush, I..." he trailed

Translation: "I can fight. At the Blackwater River, I..." he stopped speaking, "I, I had sworn to keep secret... anyway, I killed several warriors at the Blackwater River, always guarded behind Lord Tyrion, I have earned merit; as soon as I reach the age, Lord Tyrion will..." He turned his head, showing a dejected expression.

"Will they make you a knight?" Brienne stood up, threw on her cloak, and hid beneath the roots of a giant tree. "Then you should seek him out all the more; only he can fulfill your promise."

Translation: "Will it make you a knight?" Brienne stood up, put on her cloak, and hid under the roots of a giant tree, "Then you should seek him out all the more; only he can fulfill your promise."

"Sir, I... I'm not... We aren't clueless about their whereabouts, are we? If we find out, it's not too late to split up. Besides, I swear I won't hold you back. Sir, please let me stay with you. I don't know what else I could do besides being a servant."

Translation: "Knight, I, I am not... we don't even know where they are now; if we knew, splitting up later would not be too late! Moreover, I swear, I will not burden you! Sir, please let me stay by your side! I don't know what else I could do besides being a retainer."

"You sing that song quite well; perhaps you could become a peddler." Brienne said irritably.

Translation: "Your song is not bad; perhaps you could become a peddler." Brienne said irritably.

This, Sir… he began to be at a loss, looked like he was about to cry, then silently sat back by the fire, to take the first night watch.

Bu Lei Ni anxiously watched him constantly pull his sleeve to wipe his eyes, her mind in a tangle, and she felt not a trace of sleepiness.

"Before knowing the exact locations of Shan Sha, Ai Li Ya, and Lord Ti Li Ang, you may stay by my side." Bu Lei Ni compromised.

"Hn." Bo De Rui Ke replied in a low voice.

Bu Lei Ni wondered why he suddenly fell silent, yet saw him slowly rise to his feet.

"Sir!" Bo De Rui Ke whispered, "Someone!"

Bu Lei Ni heard this and swiftly leapt out from under the tree roots.

In the dim firelight, the forest witch appeared again, a faint smile on her face.

She no longer held a wineskin in her hand, but now held something else.

"Granny?" Bu Lei Ni felt strange.

"I have a gift for you, good knight." The forest witch looked at Bu Lei Ni, seeming to see something beside her, "You... is that your shield beside you?"

Bu Lei Ni took the shield from her side, placed it beside the fire, facing the firelight so she could get a clear look.

Doing this in the dark, unfamiliar forest is truly miraculous.

"Ah, indeed! This is Jian Ni's husband, Prince Deng Ken's personal crest." The forest witch exclaimed in surprise, "Except for the wolf beneath the tree."

"Isn't it the tall Deng Ken's?"

"The tall Deng Ken's shield bears a white crest—he wears a white cloak, truly tall, taller than you, Sir... I have never seen him use such a shield; this is the short Deng Ken's, after he lost his inheritance."

"Before the tall Deng Ken became the Imperial Forest Iron Guard, he used... is what you said, Prince Deng Ken's personal crest... I wonder... you, have you seen him?" Between them, there is certainly a possibility of inheritance and admiration. Yi Geng V admired the tall Deng Ken, and even named his eldest son and heir after Deng Ken's name, which is an unparalleled honor.

But Bu Lei Ni was not clear about matters from so long ago.

"Yes, good knight. I have seen them. I also greeted the tall Deng Ken. I and he were called the tallest and shortest people in the palace; he never felt ashamed to be mentioned alongside me. He is a great knight just like you."

"How could I compare to him?"

"No, good knight, people need not let their ancestors monopolize glory." She seemed to recall something, lifting the thing in her right hand.

"This thing is of no use to me, but any mad king and ambitious person wants it. This little thing, you may consider it, consider it as my gift to the deceased."