the hunger games-饥饿游戏(英文版)-第39部分
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hing you showed up；〃 said the Goat Man when she arrived。 ¨Girlˇs got her eye on your goat。〃
¨Not if sheˇs spoken for；〃 I said carelessly。
Rooba looked me up and down then frowned at the goat。 ¨Sheˇs not。 Look at that shoulder。 Bet you half the carcass will be too rotten for even sausage。〃
¨What？〃 said the Goat Man。 ¨We had a deal。〃
¨We had a deal on an animal with a few teeth marks。 Not that thing。 Sell her to the girl if sheˇs stupid enough to take her；〃 said Rooba。 As she marched off； I caught her wink。
The Goat Man was mad； but he still wanted that goal off his hands。 It took us half an hour to agree on the price。 Quite a crowd had gathered by then to hand out opinions。 It was an excellent deal if the goat lived； Iˇd been robbed if she died。 People took sides in the argument； but I took the goat。
Gale offered to carry her。 I think he wanted to see the look on Primˇs face as much as I did。 In a moment of plete giddiness； I bought a pink ribbon and tied it around her neck。 Then we hurried back to my house。
You should have seen Primˇs reaction when we walked in with that goat。 Remember this is a girl who wept to save that awful old cat； Buttercup。 She was so excited she started crying and laughing all at once。 My mother was less sure； seeing the injury； but the pair of them went to work on it； grinding up herbs and coaxing brews down the animalˇs throat。
¨They sound like you；〃 says Peeta。 I had almost forgotten he was there。
¨Oh； no； Peeta。 They work magic。 That thing couldnˇt have died if it tried；〃 I say。 But then I bite my tongue； realizing what that must sound like to Peeta； who is dying； in my inpetent hands。
¨Donˇt worry。 Iˇm not trying；〃 he jokes。 ¨Finish the story。〃
¨Well； thatˇs it。 Only I remember that night； Prim insisted on sleeping with Lady on a blanket next to the fire。 And just before they drifted off； the goat licked her cheek； like it was giving her a good night kiss or something；〃 I say。 ¨It was already mad about her。〃
¨Was it still wearing the pink ribbon？〃 he asks。
¨I think so；〃 I say。 ¨Why？〃
¨Iˇm just trying to get a picture；〃 he says thoughtfully。 ¨I can see why that day made you happy。〃
¨Well； I knew that goat would be a little gold mine；〃 1 say。
¨Yes； of course I was referring to that； not the lasting joy you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping；〃 says Peeta drily。
¨The goat has paid for itself。 Several times over；〃 I say in a superior tone。
¨Well； it wouldnˇt dare do anything else after you saved its life；〃 says Peeta。 ¨I intend to do the same thing。〃
¨Really？ What did you cost me again？〃 I ask。
¨A lot of trouble。 Donˇt worry。 Youˇll get it all back；〃 he says。
¨Youˇre not making sense；〃 I say。 I test his forehead。 The leverˇs going nowhere but up。 ¨Youˇre a little cooler though。〃
The sound of the trumpets startles me。 Iˇm on my feet and at the mouth of the cave in a flash； not wanting to miss a syllable。 Itˇs my new best friend； Claudius Templesmith； and as I expected； heˇs inviting us to a feast。 Well； weˇre not that hungry and I actually wave his offer away in indifference when he says； ¨Now hold on。 Some of you may already be declining my invitation。 But this is no ordinary feast。 Each of you needs something desperately。〃
I do need something desperately。 Something to heal Peetaˇs leg。
¨Each of you will find that something in a backpack； marked with your district number； at the Cornucopia at dawn。 Think hard about refusing to show up。 For some of you； this will be your last chance；〃 says Claudius。
Thereˇs nothing else； just his words hanging in the air。 I jump as Peeta grips my shoulder from behind。 ¨No；〃 he says。 ¨Youˇre not risking your life for me。〃
¨Who said I was？〃 I say。
¨So； youˇre not going？〃 he asks。
¨Of course； Iˇm not going。 Give me some credit。 Do you think Iˇm running straight into some free…for…all against Cato and Clove and Thresh？ Donˇt be stupid；〃 I say； helping him back to bed。 ¨Iˇll let them fight it out； weˇll see whoˇs in the sky tomorrow night and work out a plan from there。〃
¨Youˇre such a bad liar； Katniss。 I donˇt know how youˇve survived this long。〃 He begins to mimic me。 ¨I knew that goat would be a little gold mine。 Youˇre a little cooler though。 Of course； Iˇm not going。 He shakes his head。 ¨Never gamble at cards。 Youˇll lose your last coin；〃 he says。
Anger flushes my face。 ¨All right； I am going； and you canˇt stop me！〃
¨I can follow you。 At least partway。 I may not make it to the Cornucopia； but if Iˇm yelling your name； I bet someone can find me。 And then Iˇll be dead for sure；〃 he says。
¨You wonˇt get a hundred yards from here on that leg；〃 I say。
¨Then Iˇll drag myself；〃 says Peeta。 ¨You go and Iˇm going； too。〃
Heˇs just stubborn enough and maybe just strong enough to do it。 e howling after me in the woods。 Even if a tribute doesnˇt find him； something else might。 He canˇt defend himself。 Iˇd probably have to wall him up in the cave just to go myself。 And who knows what the exertion will do to him？
¨What am I supposed to do？ Sit here and watch you die？〃 I say。 He must know thatˇs not an option。 That the audience would hate me。 And frankly； I would hate myself； too； if I didnˇt even try。
¨I wonˇt die。 I promise。 If you promise not to go；〃 he says。
Weˇre at something of a stalemate。 I know I canˇt argue him out of this one； so I donˇt try。 I pretend； reluctantly； to go along。 ¨Then you have to do what I say。 Drink your water； wake me when I tell you； and eat every bite of the soup no matter how disgusting it is！〃 I snap at him。
¨Agreed。 Is it ready？〃 he asks。
¨Wait here；〃 I say。 The airˇs gone cold even though the sunˇs still up。 Iˇm right about the Gamemakers messing with the temperature。 I wonder if the thing someone needs desperately is a good blanket。 The soup is still nice and warm in its iron pot。 And actually doesnˇt taste too bad。
Peeta eats without plaint； even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm。 He rambles on about how delicious it is； which should be encouraging if you donˇt know what fever does to people。 Heˇs like listening to Haymitch before the alcohol has soaked him into incoherence。 I give him another dose of fever medicine before he goes off his head pletely。
As I go down to the stream to wash up； all I can think is that heˇs going to die if I donˇt get to that feast。 Iˇll keep him going for a day or two； and then the infection will reach his heart or his brain or his lungs and heˇll be gone。 And Iˇll be here all alone。 Again。 Waiting for the others。
Iˇm so lost in thought that I almost miss the parachute； even though it floats right by me。 Then I spring after it； yanking it from the water； tearing off the silver fabric to retrieve the vial。 Haymitch has done it！ Heˇs gotten the medicine I donˇt know how； persuaded some gaggle of romantic fools to sell their jewels and I can save Peeta！ Itˇs such a tiny vial though。 It must be very strong to cure someone as ill as Peeta。 A ripple of doubt runs through me。 I uncork 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 kni
