He wanted his mother and father. He wanted to go running with Summer loping beside him. He wanted to climb the broken tower and feed corn to the crows.  他想要父亲母亲，想到外面尽情奔跑，让夏天陪在身边。他想爬上残塔，喂乌鸦吃玉米。

　　He wanted to ride his pony again with his brothers. He wanted it to be the way it had been before. 他想跨上他的小马，和两个哥哥一起驱驰。他想要一切都回到从前的样子。

　　I know a story about a boy who hated stories, Old Nan said with her stupid little smile, her needles moving all the while, click click click,  我知道有个故事是在讲讨厌听故事的小男孩。老奶妈露出她那蠢笨的笑容说，她手中的针同时还穿梭个不停，喀，喀，喀，

　　until Bran was ready to scream at her. 听得布兰直想对她尖叫。

　　It would never be the way it had been, he knew. The crow had tricked him into flying, but when he woke up he was broken and the world was changed.  他知道一切都回不去了。乌鸦骗他飞，结果他醒来之后，不但两脚残废，世界也都改变。

　　They had all left him, his father and his mother and his sisters and even his bastard brother Jon.  父亲母亲和两个姐姐弃他而去，甚至连私生子哥哥琼恩也不告而别。

　　His father had promised he would ride a real horse to King's Landing, but they'd gone without him.  父亲原本答应让他骑真正的骏马前往君临，但他们没等他便动身南下。

　　Maester Luwin had sent a bird after Lord Eddard with a message, and another to Mother and a third to Jon on the Wall, but there had been no answers.  鲁温师傅差了一只鸟把他醒来的消息带给艾德公爵，又派一只给母亲，一只给守卫长城的琼恩，然而全都音信杳然。

　　Ofttimes the birds are lost, child, the maester had told him. There's many a mile and many a hawk between here and King's Landing, the message may not have reached them.  孩子，鸟儿常常会迷路。师傅这么告诉他，从这里到君临有好长一段路要飞，有无数老鹰伺机拦截，信不一定能传到他们手中。

　　Yet to Bran it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps Bran had died, and they had forgotten him. 然而对布兰而言，他们好像都已在他沉睡时死去…或者说死的是布兰，而他们已然将他遗忘。

　　Jory and Ser Rodrik and Vayon Poole had gone too, and Hullen and Harwin and Fat Tom and a quarter of the guard. 乔里、罗德利克爵士、维扬·普尔、胡伦、哈尔温，胖汤姆以及四分之一的守卫也都走了。