the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第13部分 (第2/7頁)

Iˇm　thinking　that　itˇs　lucky　Iˇm　a　fast　runner　when　Peeta　nudges　my　arm　and　I　jump。　He　is　still　beside　me；　per　Haymitchˇs　instructions。　His　expression　is　sober。　¨Where　would　you　like　to　start？〃

I　look　around　at　the　Career　Tributes　who　are　showing　off；　clearly　trying　to　intimidate　the　field。　Then　at　the　others；　the　underfed；　the　inpetent；　shakily　having　their　first　lessons　with　a　knife　or　an　ax。

¨Suppose　we　tie　some　knots；〃　I　say。

¨Right　you　are；〃　says　Peeta。　We　cross　to　an　empty　station　where　the　trainer　seems　pleased　to　have　students。　You　get　the　feeling　that　the　knot…tying　class　is　not　the　Hunger　games　hot　spot。　When　he　realizes　I　know　something　about　snares；　he　shows　us　a　simple；　excellent　trap　that　will　leave　a　human　petitor　dangling　by　a　leg　from　a　tree。　We　concentrate　on　this　one　skill　for　an　hour　until　both　of　us　have　mastered　it。　Then　we　move　on　to　camouflage。　Peeta　genuinely　seems　to　enjoy　this　station；　swirling　a　bination　of　mud　and　clay　and　berry　juices　around　on　his　pale　skin；　weaving　disguises　from　vines　and　leaves。　The　trainer　who　runs　the　camouflage　station　is　full　of　enthusiasm　at　his　work。

¨I　do　the　cakes；〃　he　admits　to　me。

¨The　cakes？〃　I　ask。　Iˇve　been　preoccupied　with　watching　the　boy　from　District　2　send　a　spear　through　a　dummyˇs　heart　from　fifteen　yards。　¨What　cakes？〃

¨At　home。　The　iced　ones；　for　the　bakery；〃　he　says。

He　means　the　ones　they　display　in　the　windows。　Fancy　cakes　with　flowers　and　pretty　things　painted　in　frosting。　Theyˇre　for　birthdays　and　New　Yearˇs　Day。 always　drags　me　over　to　admire　them；　although　weˇd　never　be　able　to　afford　one。　Thereˇs　little　enough　beauty　in　District　12；　though；　so　I　can　hardly　deny　her　this。

I　look　more　critically　at　the　design　on　Peetaˇs　arm。　The　alte