【饥饿游戏】41
时间：2017-03-21 07:02:17
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But now Peeta has made me an object of love. Not just his.
To hear him tell it I have many admirers. And if the audience
really thinks we’re in love . . . I remember how strongly they
responded to his
confession1. Star-crossed lovers. Haymitch is
right, they eat that stuff up in the Capitol. Suddenly I’m worried
that I didn’t react properly.
“After he said he loved me, did you think I could be in love
with him, too?” I ask.
“I did,” says Portia. “The way you avoided looking at the
cameras, the blush.”
They others chime in, agreeing.
“You’re golden, sweetheart. You’re going to have sponsors
lined up around the block,” says Haymitch.
I’m embarrassed about my reaction. I force myself to acknowledge
Peeta. “I’m sorry I shoved you.”
“Are your hands okay?” I ask. “They’ll be all right,” he says.
In the silence that follows, delicious smells of our dinner waft
in from the dining room. “Come on, let’s eat,” says Haymitch.
We all follow him to the table and take our places. But
then Peeta is bleeding too heavily, and Portia leads him off for
medical treatment. We start the cream and rose-petal soup
without them. By the time we’ve finished, they’re back. Peeta’s
hands are wrapped in bandages. I can’t help feeling guilty.
Tomorrow we will be in the
arena4. He has done me a favor and
I have answered with an injury. Will I never stop owing him?
After dinner, we watch the replay in the sitting room. I
seem frilly and shallow, twirling and
giggling5 in my dress,
although the others assure me I am charming. Peeta actually is
charming and then
utterly6 winning as the boy in love. And
there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s
hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession,
tragic7 by circumstance,
and by all accounts, unforgettable.
falls on the room. Tomorrow at dawn, we will be roused and
prepared for the arena. The actual Games don’t start until ten
because so many of the Capitol residents rise late. But Peeta and
I must make an early start. There is no telling how far we will
travel to the arena that has been prepared for this year’s Games.
I know Haymitch and Effie will not be going with us. As
soon as they leave here, they’ll be at the Games Headquarters,
hopefully madly signing up our sponsors, working out a strategy
on how and when to deliver the gifts to us. Cinna and Portia will
travel with us to the very spot from which we will be launched
into the arena. Still final good-byes must be said here.
Effie takes both of us by the hand and, with actual tears in
her eyes, wishes us well. Thanks us for being the best tributes
it has ever been her privilege to sponsor. And then, because
it’s Effie and she’s
apparently10 required by law to say something
awful, she adds “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally
get promoted to a decent district next year!”
Then she kisses us each on the cheek and hurries out, overcome
with either the emotional parting or the possible improvement
of her fortunes.
Haymitch crosses his arms and looks us both over.
“Any final words of advice?” asks Peeta.
“When the gong sounds, get the hell out of there. You’re
neither of you up to the blood bath at the
Cornucopia11. Just
clear out, put as much distance as you can between yourselves
and the others, and find a source of water,” he says. “Got it?”
“And after that?” I ask.
“Stay alive,” says Haymitch. It’s the same advice he gave us
on the train, but he’s not drunk and laughing this time. And we
only nod. What else is there to say?
When I head to my room, Peeta lingers to talk to Portia. I’m
glad. Whatever strange words of parting we exchange can
wait until tomorrow. My covers are
drawn12 back, but there is
no sign of the redheaded Avox girl. I wish I knew her name. I
should have asked it. She could write it down maybe. Or act it
out. But perhaps that would only result in punishment for her.
I take a shower and scrub the gold paint, the
makeup13, the scent
of beauty from my body. All that
remains14 of the designteam’s
efforts are the flames on my nails. I decide to keep them as
reminder15 of who I am to the audience. Katniss, the girl who was
on fire. Perhaps it will give me something to hold on to in the
days to come.
I pull on a thick, fleecy nightgown and climb into bed. It
takes me about five seconds to realize I’ll never fall asleep.
moment I give in to
fatigue17 will be an invitation to death.
It’s no good. One hour, two, three pass, and my
eyelids18refuse to get heavy. I can’t stop trying to imagine exactly what
Above all I am hoping for trees, which may afford me some
are trees because barren landscapes are dull and the Games
resolve too quickly without them. But what will the climate be
like? What traps have the Gamemakers hidden to liven up the
slower moments? And then there are my fellow tributes . . .
The more anxious I am to find sleep, the more it
eludes22 me.
Finally, I am too restless to even stay in bed. I pace the floor,
heart beating too fast, breathing too short. My room feels like
a prison cell.
Cornucopia n. 哺乳宙斯的羊角；装满花果及谷穗表丰饶的羊角状物；丰饶的象征
terrain n. [地理] 地形，地势；领域；地带
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