the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)-第44章
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cork the vial and take a deep sniff。 My spirits fall at the sickly sweet scent。 Just to be sure； I place a drop on the tip of my tongue。 Thereˇs no question； itˇs sleep syrup。 Itˇs a mon medicine in District 12。 Cheap； as medicine goes； but very addictive。 Almost everyoneˇs had a dose at one time or another。 We have some in a bottle at home。 My mother gives it to hysterical patients to knock them out to stitch up a bad inds or just to help someone in pain get through the night。 It only takes a little。 A vial this size could knock Peeta out for a full day； but what good is that？ Iˇm so furious Iˇm about to throw Haymitchˇs last offering into the stream when it hits me。 A full day？ Thatˇs more than I need。
I mash up a handful of berries so the taste wonˇt be as noticeable and add some mint leaves for good measure。 Then I head back up to the cave。 ¨Iˇve brought you a treat。 I found a new patch of berries a little farther downstream。〃
Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation。 He swallows then frowns slightly。 ¨Theyˇre very sweet。〃
¨Yes； theyˇre sugar berries。 My mother makes jam from them。 Havenˇt you ever had them before？〃 I say； poking the next spoonful in his mouth。
¨No；〃 he says； almost puzzled。 ¨But they taste familiar。 Sugar berries？〃
¨Well； you canˇt get them in the market much； they only grow wild；〃 I say。 Another mouthful goes down。 Just one more to go。
¨Theyˇre sweet as syrup；〃 he says； taking the last spoonful。 ¨Syrup。〃 His eyes widen as he realizes the truth。 I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard； forcing him to swallow instead of spit。 He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up； but itˇs too late； heˇs already losing consciousness。 Even as he fades away； I can see in his eyes what Iˇve done is unforgivable。
I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction。 A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away。 ¨Who canˇt lie； Peeta？〃 I say； even though he canˇt hear me。
It doesnˇt matter。 The rest of Panem can。
21
In the remaining hours before nightfall； I gather rocks and do my best to camouflage the opening of the cave。 Itˇs a slow and arduous process； but after a lot of sweating and shifting things around； Iˇm pretty pleased with my work； The cave now appears to be part of a larger pile of rocks； like so many in the vicinity。 I can still crawl in to Peeta through a small opening； but itˇs undetectable from the out？ side。 Thatˇs good； because Iˇll need to share that sleeping bag again tonight。 Also； if I donˇt make it back from the feast； Peeta will be hidden but not entirely imprisoned。 Although I doubt he can hang on much longer without medicine。 If I die at the feast； District 12 isnˇt likely to have a victor。
I make a meal out of the smaller； bonier fish that inhabit the stream down here； fill every water container and purify it； and clean my weapons。 Iˇve nine arrows left in all。 I debate leaving the knife with Peeta so heˇll have some protection while Iˇm gone； but thereˇs really no point。 He was right about camouflage being his final defense。 But I still might have use for the knife。 Who knows what Iˇll encounter？
Here are some things Iˇm fairly certain of。 That at least Cato； Clove； and Thresh will be on hand when the feast starts。 Iˇm not sure about Foxface since direct confrontation isnˇt her style or her forte。 Sheˇs even smaller than I am and unarmed； unless sheˇs picked up some weapons recently。 Sheˇll probably be hanging somewhere nearby； seeing what she can scavenge。 But the other three 。 。 。 Iˇm going to have my hands full。 My ability to kill at a distance is my greatest asset； but I know Iˇll have to go right into the thick of things to get that backpack； the one with the number 12 on it that Claudius Templesmith mentioned。
I watch the sky； hoping for one less opponent at dawn； but nobody appears tonight。 Tomorrow there will be faces up there。 Feasts always result in fatalities。
I crawl into the cave； secure my glasses； and curl up next to Peeta。 Luckily I had that good long sleep today。 I have to stay awake。 I donˇt really think anyone will attack our cave tonight； but I canˇt risk missing the dawn。
So cold； so bitterly cold tonight。 As if the Gamemakers have sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena； which may be exactly what theyˇve done。 I lay next to Peeta in the bag； trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat。 Itˇs strange to be so physically close to someone whoˇs so distant。 Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol； or in District 12； or on the moon right now； heˇd be no harder to reach。 Iˇve never felt lonelier since the Games began。
Just accept it will be a bad night； I tell myself。 I try not to； but I canˇt help thinking of my mother and Prim； wondering if theyˇll sleep a wink tonight。 At this late stage in the Games； with an important event like the feast； school will probably be canceled。 My family can either watch on that static…filled old clunker of a television at home or join the crowds in the square to watch on the big； clear screens； Theyˇll have privacy at home but support in the square。 People will give them a kind word； a bit of food if they can spare it。 I wonder if the baker has sought them out； especially now that Peeta and I are a team； and made good on his promise to keep my sisterˇs belly full。
Spirits must be running high in District 12。 We so rarely have anyone to root for at this point in the Games。 Surely； people are excited about Peeta and me； especially now that weˇre together。 If I close my eyes； I can imagine their shouts at the screens； urging us on。 I see their faces Greasy Sac and Madge and even the Peacekeepers who buy my meat cheering for us。
And Gale。 I know him。 He wonˇt be shouting and cheering。 But heˇll be watching； every moment； every twist and turn； and willing me to e home。 I wonder if heˇs hoping that Peeta makes it as well。 Galeˇs not my boyfriend； but would he be； if I opened that door？ He talked about us running away together。 Was that just a practical calculation of our chances of survival away from the district？ Or something more？
I wonder what he makes of all this kissing。
Through a crack in the rocks； I watch the moon cross the sky。 At what I judge to be about three hours before dawn； I begin final preparations。 Iˇm careful to leave Peeta with water and the medical kit right beside him。 Nothing else will be of much use if I donˇt return； and even these would only prolong his life a short time。 After some debate； I strip him of his jacket and zip it on over my own。 He doesnˇt need it。 Not now in the sleeping bag with his fever； and during the day； if Iˇm not there to remove it； heˇll be roasting in it。 My hands are already stiff from cold； so I take Rueˇs spare pair of socks； cut holes for my fingers and thumbs； and pull them on。 It helps anyway。 I fill her small pack with some food； a water bottle； and bandages； tuck the knife in my belt； get my bow and arrows。 Iˇm about to leave when I remember the importance of sustaining the star…crossed lover routine and I lean over and give Peeta a long； lingering kiss。 I imagine the teary sighs emanating from the Capitol and pretend to brush away a tear of my own。 Then I squeeze through the opening in the rocks out into the night。
My breath makes small white clouds as it hits the air。 Itˇs as cold as a November night at home。 One where Iˇve slipped into the woods； lantern in hand； to join Gale at some prearranged place where weˇll sit bundled together； sipping herb tea from metal flasks e will pass our way as the morning es on。 Oh； Gale； I think。 If only you had my back now 。 。 。
I move as fast as I dare。 The glasses are quite remarkable； but I still sorely miss having the use of my left ear。 I donˇt know what the explosion did； but it damaged something deep and irreparable。 Never mind。 If I get home； Iˇll be so stinking rich； Iˇll be able to pay someone to do my hearing。
The woods always look different at night。 Even with the glasses； everything has an unfamiliar slant to it。 As if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places。 I donˇt try anything tricky； like taking a new route。 I make my way back up the stream and follow the same path back to Rueˇs hiding place near the lake。 Along the way； I see no sign of another tribute； not a puff of breath； not a quiver of a branch。 Either Iˇm the first to arrive or the others positioned themselves last night。 Thereˇs still more than an hour； maybe two； when I wriggle into the underbrush and wait for the blood to begin to flow。
I chew a few mint leaves； my stomach isnˇt up for much more。 Thank goodness； I have Peetaˇs jacket as well as my own。 If not； Iˇd be forced to move around to stay warm。 The sky turns a misty morning gray and still thereˇs no sign of the other tributes。 Itˇs not surprising really。 Everyone has distinguished themselves either by strength or deadliness or cunning。 Do they suppose； I wonder； that I have Peeta with me？ I doubt Foxface and Thresh even know he was wounded。 All the better if they think heˇs covering me when I go in for the backpack。
But where is it？ The arena has li
