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time they’ve reached the base of my trunk, I’m twenty feet up.
For a moment, we stop and survey one another. I hope they
can’t hear the pounding of my heart.
This could be it, I think. What chance do I have against
them? All six are there, the five Careers and Peeta, and my only
consolation is they’re pretty beat-up, too. Even so, look at
their weapons. Look at their faces, grinning and snarling at
me, a sure kill above them. It seems pretty hopeless. But then
something else registers. They’re bigger and stronger than I
am, no doubt, but they’re also heavier. There’s a reason it’s me
and not Gale who ventures up to pluck the highest fruit, or rob
the most remote bird nests. I must weigh at least fifty or sixty
pounds less than the smallest Career.
Now I smile. “How’s everything with you?” I call down
cheerfully.
This takes them aback, but I know the crowd will love it.
“Well enough,” says the boy from District 2. “Yourself?”
“It’s been a bit warm for my taste,” I say. I can almost hear
the laughter from the Capitol. “The air’s better up here. Why
don’t you come on up?”
“Think I will,” says the same boy.
“Here, take this, Cato,” says the girl from District 1, and she
offers him the silver bow and sheath of arrows. My bow! My
arrows! Just the sight of them makes me so angry I want to
scream, at myself, at that traitor Peeta for distracting me from
having them. I try to make eye contact with him now, but he
seems to be intentionally avoiding my gaze as he polishes his
knife with the edge of his shirt.
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