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¨Then hello District Twelve;〃 says Peeta。
¨Thatˇs it;〃 I say; securing the pouch to my belt。
¨Heˇll know where we are now;〃 says Peeta。 ¨If he was anywhere nearby and saw that hovercraft; heˇll know we killed her and e after us。〃
Peetaˇs right。 This could be just the opportunity Catoˇs been waiting for。 But even if we run now; thereˇs the meat to cook and our fire will be another sign of our whereabouts。 ¨Letˇs make a fire。 Right now。〃 I begin to gather branches and brush。
¨Are you ready to face him?〃 Peeta asks。
¨Iˇm ready to eat。 Better to cook our food while we have the chance。 If he knows weˇre here; he knows。 But he also knows thereˇs two of us and probably assumes we were hunting Foxface。 That means youˇre recovered。 And the fire means weˇre not hiding; weˇre inviting him here。 Would you show up?〃 I ask。
¨Maybe not;〃 he says。
Peetaˇs a whiz with fires; coaxing a blaze out of the damp wood。 In no time; I have the rabbits and squirrel roasting; the roots; wrapped in leaves; baking in the coals。 We take turns gathering greens and keeping a careful watch for Cato; but as I anticipated; he doesnˇt make an appearance。
When the foodˇs cooked; I pack most of it up; leaving us each a rabbitˇs leg to eat as we walk。
I want to move higher into the woods; climb a good tree; and make camp for the night; but Peeta resists。 ¨I canˇt climb like you; Katniss; especially with my leg; and I donˇt think I could ever fall asleep fifty feet above the ground。〃
¨Itˇs not safe to stay in the open; Peeta;〃 I say。
¨Canˇt we go back to the cave?〃 he asks。 ¨Itˇs near water and easy to defend。〃
I sigh。 Several more hours of walking  or should I say crashing  through the woods to reach an area weˇll just have to leave in the morning to hunt。 But Peeta doesnˇt ask for much。 Heˇs followed my instructions all day and Iˇm sure if things were reversed; he wouldnˇt make me spend the night in a tree。 It dawns on me that I havenˇt been very nice to Peeta today。 Nagging him about how loud he was; screaming at him over disappearing。 The playful romance we had sustained in the cave has disappeared out in the open; under the hot sun; with the threat of Cato looming over us。 Haymitch has probably just about had it with me。 And as for the audience 。 。 。
I reach up and give him a kiss。 ¨Sure。 Letˇs go back to the cave。〃
He looks pleased and relieved。 ¨Well; that was easy。〃
I work my arrow out of the oak; careful not to damage the shaft。 These arrows are food; safety; and life itself now。
We toss a bunch more wood on the fire。 It should be sending off smoke for a few more hours; although I doubt Cato assumes anything at this point。 When we reach the stream; I see the water has dropped considerably and moves at its old leisurely pace; so I suggest we walk back in it。 Peetaˇs happy to oblige and since heˇs a lot quieter in water than on land; itˇs a doubly good idea。 Itˇs a long walk back to the cave though; even going downward; even with the rabbit to give us a boost。 Weˇre both exhausted by our hike today and still way too underfed。 I keep my bow loaded; both for Cato and any fish I might see; but the stream seems strangely empty of creatures。
By the time we reach our destination; our feet are dragging and the sun sits low on the horizon。 We fill up our water bottles and climb the little slope to our den。 Itˇs not much; but out here in the wilderness; itˇs the closest thing we have to a home。 It will be warmer than a tree; too; because it provides some shelter from the wind that has begun to blow steadily in from the west。 I set a good dinner out; but halfway through Peeta begins to nod off。 After days of inactivity; the hunt has
taken its toll。 I order him into the sleeping bag and set aside the rest of his food for when he wakes。 He drops off immediately。 I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead; not for the audience; but for me。 Because Iˇm so grateful that heˇs still here; not dead by the stream as Iˇd thought。 So glad that I donˇt have to face Cato alone。
Brutal; bloody Cato who can snap a neck with a twist of his arm; who had the power to overe Thresh; who has had it out for me since the beginning。 He probably has had a special hatred for me ever since I outscored him in training。 A boy like Peeta would simply shrug that off。 But I have a feeling it drove Cato to distraction。 Which is not that hard。 I think of his ridiculous reaction to finding the supplies blown up。 The others were upset; of course; but he was pletely unhinged。 I
wonder now if Cato might not be entirely sane。
The sky lights up with the seal; and I watch Foxface shine in the sky and then disappear from the world forever。 He hasnˇt said it; but I donˇt think Peeta felt good about killing her; even if it was essential。 I canˇt pretend Iˇll miss her; but I have to admire her。 My guess is if they had given us some sort of test; she would have been the smartest of all the tributes。 If; in fact; we had been setting a trap for her; I bet sheˇd have sensed it and avoided the berries。 It was Peetaˇs own ignorance that brought her down。 Iˇve spent so much time making sure I donˇt underestimate my opponents that Iˇve forgotten itˇs just as dangerous to overestimate them as well。
That brings me back to Cato。 But while I think I had a sense of Foxface; who she was and how she operated; heˇs a little more slippery。 Powerful; well trained; but smart? I donˇt know。 Not like she was。 And utterly lacking in the control Foxface demonstrated。 I believe Cato could easily lose his judgment in a fit of temper。 Not that I can feel superior on that point。 I think of the moment I sent the arrow flying into the apple in the pigˇs mouth when I was so enraged。 Maybe I do understand Cato better than I think。
Despite the fatigue in my body; my mindˇs alert; so I let Peeta sleep long past our usual switch。 In fact; a soft gray day has begun when I shake his shoulder。 He looks out; almost in alarm。 ¨I slept the whole night。 Thatˇs not fair; Katniss; you should have woken me。〃
I stretch and burrow down into the bag。 ¨Iˇll sleep now。 Wake me if anything interesting happens。〃
Apparently nothing does; because when I open my eyes; bright hot afternoon light gleams through the rocks。 ¨Any sign of our friend?〃 I ask。
Peeta shakes his head。 ¨No; heˇs keeping a disturbingly low profile。〃
¨How long do you think weˇll have before the Gamemakers drive us together?〃 I ask。
¨Well; Foxface died almost a day ago; so thereˇs been plenty of time for the audience to place bets and get bored。 I guess it could happen at any moment;〃 says Peeta。
¨Yeah; I have a feeling todayˇs the day;〃 I say。 I sit up and look out at the peaceful terrain。 ¨I wonder how theyˇll do it。〃
Peeta remains silent。 Thereˇs not really any good answer。
¨Well; until they do; no sense in wasting a hunting day。 But we should probably eat as much as we can hold just in case we run into trouble;〃 I say。
Peeta packs up our gear while I lay out a big meal。 The rest of the rabbits; roots; greens; the rolls spread with the last bit of cheese。 The only thing I leave in reserve is the squirrel and the apple。
By the time weˇre done; all thatˇs left is a pile of rabbit bones。 My hands are greasy; which only adds to my growing feeling of grubbiness。 Maybe we donˇt bathe daily in the Seam; but we keep cleaner than I have of late。 Except for my feet; which have walked in the stream; Iˇm covered in a layer of grime。
Leaving the cave has a sense of finality about it。 I donˇt think there will be another night in the arena somehow。 One way or the other; dead or alive; I have the feeling Iˇll escape it today。 I give the rocks a pat good…bye and we head down to the stream to wash up。 I can feel my skin; itching for the cool water。 I may do my hair and braid it back wet。 Iˇm wondering if we might even be able to give our clothes a quick scrub when we reach the stream。 Or what used to be the stream。 Now thereˇs only a bone…dry bed。 I put my hand down to feel it。
¨Not even a little damp。 They must have drained it while we slept;〃 I say。 A fear of the cracked tongue; aching body and fuzzy mind brought on by my previous dehydration creeps into my consciousness。 Our bottles and skin are fairly full; but with two drinking and this hot sun it wonˇt take long to deplete them。
¨The lake;〃 says Peeta。 ¨Thatˇs where they want us to go。〃
¨Maybe the ponds still have some;〃 I say hopefully。
¨We can check;〃 he says; but heˇs just humoring me。 Iˇm humoring myself because I know what Iˇll find when we return to the pond where I soaked my leg。 A dusty; gaping mouth of a hole。 But we make the trip anyway just to confirm what we already know。
¨Youˇre right。 Theyˇre driving us to the lake;〃 I say。 Where thereˇs no cover。 Where theyˇre guaranteed a bloody fight to the death with nothing to block their view。 ¨Do you want to go straightaway or wait until the waterˇs tapped out?〃
¨Letˇs go now; while weˇve had food and rest。 Letˇs just go end this thing;〃 he says。
I nod。 Itˇs funny。 I feel almost as if itˇs the first day of the Games again。 That Iˇm in the same position。 Twenty…one tributes are dead; but I sti

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