the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第8部分 (第2/7頁)

　nothing　more　to　do　with　him。　Iˇm　surprised　to　see　the　hardness　in　his　eyes。　He　generally　seems　so　mild。

¨Thatˇs　very　funny；〃　says　Peeta。　Suddenly　he　lashes　out　at　the　glass　in　Haymitchˇs　hand。　It　shatters　on　the　floor；　sending　the　bloodred　liquid　running　toward　the　back　of　the　train。　¨Only　not　to　us。〃

Haymitch　considers　this　a　moment；　then　punches　Peeta　in　the　jaw；　knocking　him　from　his　chair。　When　he　turns　back　to　reach　for　the　spirits；　I　drive　my　knife　into　the　table　between　his　hand　and　the　bottle；　barely　missing　his　fingers。　I　brace　myself　to　deflect　his　hit；　but　it　doesnˇt　e。　Instead　he　sits　back　and　squints　at　us。

¨Well；　whatˇs　this？〃　says　Haymitch。　¨Did　I　actually　get　a　pair　of　fighters　this　year？〃

Peeta　rises　from　the　floor　and　scoops　up　a　handful　of　ice　from　under　the　fruit　tureen。　He　starts　to　raise　it　to　the　red　mark　on　his　jaw。

¨No；〃　says　Haymitch；　stopping　him。　¨Let　the　bruise　show。　The　audience　will　think　youˇve　mixed　it　up　with　another　tribute　before　youˇve　even　made　it　to　the　arena。〃

¨Thatˇs　against　the　rules；〃　says　Peeta。

¨Only　if　they　catch　you。　That　bruise　will　say　you　fought；　you　werenˇt　caught；　even　better；〃　says　Haymitch。　He　turns　to　me。　¨Can　you　hit　anything　with　that　knife　besides　a　table？〃

The　bow　and　arrow　is　my　weapon。　But　Iˇve　spent　a　fair　amount　of　time　throwing　knives　as　well。　Sometimes；　if　Iˇve　wounded　an　animal　with　an　arrow；　itˇs　better　to　get　a　knife　into　it；　too；　before　I　approach　it。　I　realize　that　if　I　want　Haymitchˇs　attention；　this　is　my　moment　to　make　an　impression。　I　yank　the　knife　out　of　the　table；　get　a　grip　on　the　blade；　and　then　throw　it　into　the　wall　across　the　room。　I　was　actually　just　hoping　to　get　a　good　solid　stick；　but　it　lodges　in　the　seam　between　two　panels；　mak