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In less than an hour, I’m at the place where we agreed to
have the third fire and I know something has gone amiss. The
wood has been neatly arranged, expertly interspersed with
tinder, but it has never been lit. Rue set up the fire but never
made it back here. Somewhere between the second column of
smoke I spied before I blew up the supplies and this point, she
ran into trouble.
I have to remind myself she’s still alive. Or is she? Could the
cannon shot announcing her death have come in the wee
hours of the morning when even my good ear was too broken
to pick it up? Will she appear in the sky tonight? No, I refuse to
believe it. There could be a hundred other explanations. She
could have lost her way. Run into a pack of predators or
another tribute, like Thresh, and had to hide. Whatever happened,
I’m almost certain she’s stuck out there, somewhere
between the second fire and the unlit one at my feet. Something
is keeping her up a tree.
I think I’ll go hunt it down.
It’s a relief to be doing something after sitting around all afternoon.
I creep silently through the shadows, letting them
conceal me. But nothing seems suspicious. There’s no sign of
any kind of struggle, no disruption of the needles on the
ground. I’ve stopped for just a moment when I hear it. I have
to cock my head around to the side to be sure, but there it is
again. Rue’s four-note tune coming out of a mockingjay’s
mouth. The one that means she’s all right.
I grin and move in the direction of the bird. Another just a
short distance ahead, picks up on the handful of notes. Rue
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