Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing, but finally, sip by sip, he empties the pot. I let him drift off to sleep then and attend to my own needs, wolfing down a supper of groosling and roots while I watch the daily report in the sky. No new casualties. Still, Peeta and I have given the audience a fairly interesting day. Hopefully, the Gamemakers will allow us a peaceful night.
接下来的一个小时，我又是哄、又是求、又是威胁，必要时，好的，亲吻；终于，一小口一小口地把那锅汤给皮塔灌下去。我让他慢慢睡去，然后处理我自己的事情，我狼吞虎咽地吃了些鸟肉、植物根，一边看着天空的影像。没有新的伤亡。不管怎样，我和皮塔让观众度过了有趣的一天。希望今晚大赛组织者能让我们安睡一晚。
I automatically look around for a good tree to nest in before I realize that's over. At least for a while. I can't very well leave Peeta unguarded on the ground. I left the scene of his last hiding place on the bank of the stream untouched -- how could I conceal it? -- and we're a scant fifty yards downstream. I put on my glasses, place my weapons in readiness, and settle down to keep watch.
我不由自主目光环视四周，希望找到休憩的理想大树，但旋即意识到这已经成为过去。至少在一段时间内，我不能在皮塔无人看护的情况下，把他一个人留在地面。我离开皮塔原来岸上的藏身地时没有把痕迹消除，我该怎么隐藏一下呢？我们现在距那里不足五十码远。我戴上眼镜，把武器准备好，坐下来，观察着四周。
The temperature drops rapidly and soon I'm chilled to the bone. Eventually, I give in and slide into the sleeping bag with Peeta. It's toasty warm and I snuggle down gratefully until I realize it's more than warm, it's overly hot because the bag is reflecting back his fever. I check his forehead and find it burning and dry. I don't know what to do. Leave him in the bag and hope the excessive heat breaks the fever? Take him out and hope the night air cools him off? I end up just dampening a strip of bandage and placing it on his forehead. It seems weak, but I'm afraid to do anything too drastic.
温度很快下降，我不久就感到彻骨的寒冷。最后，我顶不住了，爬进皮塔的睡袋。睡袋里既暖和又舒适，我蜷缩在皮塔身边，但我很快意识到这不是暖和而是烫，因为睡袋反射了皮塔的体温。我摸了下他的前额，滚烫干燥，我不知该如何是好。让他待在睡袋里，让里面的高温帮他退烧？还是让他出来，让夜晚凉爽的空气帮他退烧？我最后决定只把一块绷带浸湿，给他敷在额头上，这不起太大作用，可我怕别的方法效果更糟。
I spend the night half-sitting, half-lying next to Peeta, refreshing the bandage, and trying not to dwell on the fact that by teaming up with him, I've made myself far more vulnerable than when I was alone. Tethered to the ground, on guard, with a very sick person to take care of. But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I'm just going to have to trust that whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one.
我整晚待在皮塔身边，时而坐着，时而躺下，不停地给他换绷带，克制自己不要去想跟他搭伙我要比原来更易受到攻击。我现在的活动范围在地面上，要时时提防，还要照顾病人。我明知他受了伤，还是找到了他，无论当时是何种本能驱使我去找他，我必须坚信这个决定是正确的。
When the sky turns rosy, I notice the sheen of sweat on Peeta's lip and discover the fever has broken. He's not back to normal, but it's come down a few degrees. Last night, when I was gathering vines, I came upon a bush of Rue's berries. I strip off the fruit and mash it up in the broth pot with cold water.
天边已露出鱼肚白，我看到皮塔的嘴唇有些湿润，知道他的烧好些了。他的体温还没有恢复正常，但降了几度。昨天我摘藤蔓时，看到一丛灌木，上面结了露露认识的那种浆果。我把果子摘下来，在汤锅里捣碎，加上凉水。
I have to laugh as I ease him back down. "You were worried about me? Have you taken a look at yourself lately?"
我扶他躺下，笑着说：“你担心我了？你看看你自己了吗？
Peeta's struggling to get up when I reach the cave. "I woke up and you were gone," he says. "I was worried about you."
我回到洞里时，皮塔正挣扎着要起来。“我醒来时你不在，我还正为你担心嘞。
"I thought Cato and Clove might have found you. They like to hunt at night," he says, still serious.
“我以为加图和格拉芙找到了你，他们喜欢夜间捕杀。”他说，一脸严肃。
"The girl from District Two. She's still alive, right?" he says.
“二区的女孩，她还活着呢，对吧？”他说。
"Clove? Which one is that?" I ask.
“格拉芙，她是谁？”我问。
"No more kisses for you until you've eaten," I say.
“除非你吃东西，不然我不会吻你。”我说。
"Yes, there's just them and us and Thresh and Foxface," I say. "That's what I nicknamed the girl from Five. How do you feel?"
“是的，就剩他们、我们、萨里什和狐狸脸了，”我说，“那是我给五区的女孩起的外号。你感觉怎么样？
Oh, right, the whole romance thing. I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. Surely not from his father and the witch.
噢，行了，又是罗曼蒂克，我伸手去摸他的脸颊，他一下把我的手抓住，放在他的唇上。我记得爸爸也这样对妈妈，我纳闷皮塔从哪里学到的这些。肯定不是从他爸爸和那巫婆那儿学的。
"Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud," he says. "Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag… and you."
“比昨天好些，比以前在泥地里好多了。”他说，“有干净衣服、药、睡袋…还有你。
We get him propped up against the wall and he obediently swallows the spoonfuls of the berry mush I feed him. He refuses the groosling again, though.
我让他靠洞壁坐着，他听话地吃下了几勺捣碎的浆果，可是鸟肉他还是不吃。
"You didn't sleep," Peeta says.
“你准没睡。”皮塔说。
"I'm all right," I say. But the truth is, I'm exhausted.
“我没事。”我说。可实际上，我很疲倦。
"Sleep now. I'll keep watch. I'll wake you if anything happens," he says. I hesitate. "Katniss, you can't stay up forever."
“现在睡吧，我来警戒，有事我就把你叫醒。”他说。我犹豫着。“凯特尼斯，你不可能总这么熬着。
He's got a point there. I'll have to sleep eventually. And probably better to do it now when he seems relatively alert and we have daylight on our side.
他说得没错，我总得睡觉。趁他还清醒，又是白天，我最好现在睡。
"All right," I say. "But just for a few hours. Then you wake me."
“好吧，”我说，“就睡几个小时，然后把我叫醒。
"Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say.
“皮塔，你该几个小时前就把我叫醒呀。”我说。
It's too warm for the sleeping bag now. I smooth it out on the cave floor and lie down, one hand on my loaded bow in case I have to shoot at a moment's notice. Peeta sits beside me, leaning against the wall, his bad leg stretched out before him, his eyes trained on the world outside. "Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.
现在，睡袋里太热了。我把它铺在地上，躺下来，一手抓着弓箭以防万一紧急情况出现。皮塔靠着洞壁，坐在我身边，他受伤的腿伸到前面，眼睛看着外面。“睡吧。”他轻柔地说。他用手把我额头上几缕垂落的头发捋到脑后。与舞台上造作的拥吻不同，他的动作自然，让人感觉很舒服。我不想让他停下来，他也没停。他还在抚弄着我的头发，我已沉沉睡去。
Too long. I sleep too long. I know from the moment I open my eyes that we're into the afternoon. Peeta's right beside me, his position unchanged. I sit up, feeling somehow defensive but better rested than I've been in days.
太长了，我睡的时问太长了，我睁开眼，发现已到了下午。皮塔还坐在我身边，一动不动。我坐起来，仍然很警觉，但这是我几天来睡得最踏实的一次。
"For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot."
“干吗？这儿什么事也没有。”他说，“再说，我喜欢看着你睡觉，你睡着时不皱眉头，更好看了。
My heart drops into my stomach. It's worse, much worse. There's no more pus in evidence, but the swelling has increased and the tight shiny skin is inflamed. Then I see the red streaks starting to crawl up his leg. Blood poisoning. Unchecked, it will kill him for sure. My chewed-up leaves and ointment won't make a dent in it. We'll need strong anti-infection drugs from the Capitol. I can't imagine the cost of such potent medicine. If Haymitch pooled every donation from every sponsor, would he have enough? I doubt it. Gifts go up in price the longer the Games continue. What buys a full meal on day one buys a cracker on day twelve. And the kind of medicine Peeta needs would have been at a premium from the beginning.
伤口更糟了，我的心往下一沉，已经没有明显的脓水，可发炎的腿肿得更厉害了，绷得皮肤亮晶晶的，我看到红线上移到他腿根，这是血液中的毒素，不赶快救治，他肯定会死。我嚼的草药和烫伤膏根本无济于事，我们需要凯匹特送来强效抗生素。我想象不出这种药要花多少钱，如果黑密斯把所有的赞助款合在一起，是不是够用呢？我怀疑。礼物的价格随着比赛进行而不断攀升。第一天能买一顿饭的钱，到了第十二天只能买一块饼干。而皮塔需要的那种药从一开始就很稀缺。
This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin. That's when I notice how dry his lips are. I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he's been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. Then I tend to his minor wounds, the burns, the stings, which are showing improvement. I steel myself and unwrap the leg.
说到这里，我又皱起眉头，皮塔咧开嘴笑起来。这时我才发现他的嘴有多干，我摸摸他的脸颊，像煤炉一样烫。他说他一直在喝水，可瓶里好像还挺满的。我给他吃了些退烧药，站在他身旁看他喝下一夸脱水，然后又喝下一夸脱水。之后我处理了一下他较轻的伤口，已经好些了，之后我定定神，给他打开了腿上的绷带。
"You're just going to have to outlast the others, Peeta. They'll cure it back at the Capitol when we win," I say.
“你会比任何人活得都长，咱们赢了回到凯匹特，他们会给你医治的。”我说。
"You have to eat. Keep your strength up. I'm going to make you soup," I say.
“你要吃东西，保持体力，我给你做汤。”我说。
"I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss," says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn't a healer."
“我知道血液中毒是怎么回事，凯特尼斯。”皮塔说，“就算我妈妈在也没用。
"Don't light a fire," he says. "It's not worth it."
“不要点火，”他说，“这么做不值。
"Well, there's more swelling, but the pus is gone," I say in an unsteady voice.
“嗯，肿得厉害了，可已经不流脓了。”我说道，声音微微有些颤抖。
"We'll see," I say. As I take the pot down to the stream, I'm struck by how brutally hot it is. I swear the Gamemakers are progressively ratcheting up the temperature in the daytime and sending it plummeting at night. The heat of the sun-baked stones by the stream gives me an idea though. Maybe I won't need to light a fire.
“咱们看看吧。”我说。我把锅拿到溪边时，发现天奇热无比。我敢肯定大赛组织者一直在提高白天的温度，而猛降夜间温度。然而，溪边烤得发热的石头让我有了个主意，也许我不用生火。
I settle down on a big flat rock halfway between the stream and the cave. After purifying half a pot of water, I place it in direct sunlight and add several egg-size hot stones to the water. I'm the first to admit I'm not much of a cook. But since soup mainly involves tossing everything in a pot and waiting, it's one of my better dishes. I mince groosling until it's practically mush and mash some of Rue's roots. Fortunately, they've both been roasted already so they mostly need to be heated up. Already, between the sunlight and the rocks, the water's warm. I put in the meat and roots, swap in fresh rocks, and go find something green to spice it up a little. Before long, I discover a tuft of chives growing at the base of some rocks. Perfect. I chop them very fine and add them to the pot, switch out the rocks again, put on the lid, and let the whole thing stew.
在洞穴和溪流之间有一块平平的大石头，我在上面处理了一下，把半锅水消好毒，然后放在直射的阳光之下，在水里扔一下几块烤热的鹅卵石。应该说我不是个好厨子，可做汤只需把东西扔进去，等着锅开了就行了，所以汤是我做得比较好的。我把鸟肉撕碎，之后弄碎露露摘的植物根。还好，两种东西都是熟的，只要加热一下。在阳光和热石头的双重作用下，锅里的水已经热了。我把肉和植物根放进锅里，不停地换石头，然后再找些绿色野菜调剂下颜色，没多久，我在石头底下找到了些野葱，不错。我把野葱弄得碎碎的，放在锅里，又换块石头，盖上锅盖，让所有的东西在锅里焖一会儿。
"Yes, that's a good plan," he says. But I feel this is mostly for my benefit.
“是啊，这计划不错。”他说。可我知道他这么说主要是为厂安慰我。
"A story? What about?" I say. I'm not much for storytelling. It's kind of like singing. But once in a while, Prim wheedles one out of me.
“故事？什么样的故事？”我说，我不太善于讲故事，跟唱歌一样。可有时，波丽姆也会求我给她讲一两个故事。
Peeta's stretched out on top of the sleeping bag in the shade of the rocks. Although he brightens a bit when I come in, it's clear he feels miserable. I put cool cloths on his head, but they warm up almost as soon as they touch his skin.
皮塔躺在睡袋上，躲在岩石缝里。尽管我进来时他精神好些，但看得出他很痛苦。我把凉毛巾放在他的额头上，可不消一会儿，毛巾就又烫了。
"Do you want anything?" I ask.
“你想要什么吗？”我问。
"No," he says. "Thank you. Wait, yes. Tell me a story."
“不，”他说，“谢谢，等下，是的，给我讲个故事。
I've seen very few signs of game around, but I don't feel comfortable leaving Peeta alone while I hunt, so I rig half a dozen snares and hope I get lucky. I wonder about the other tributes, how they're managing now that their main source of food has been blown up. At least three of them, Cato, Clove, and Foxface, had been relying on it. Probably not Thresh though. I've got a feeling he must share some of Rue's knowledge on how to feed yourself from the earth. Are they fighting each other? Looking for us? Maybe one of them has located us and is just waiting for the right moment to attack. The idea sends me back to the cave.
附近几乎没看到有什么猎物，再说留下皮塔一个人去打猎我也不放心，所以我就在附近下了六个套，希望我有足够运气。我又想起其他选手，他们的食物都炸没了，从哪里去弄吃的昵？至少有三个人——加图、格拉芙和狐狸脸靠那堆食物支撑。也许不包括萨里什。我有种感觉，他一定和露露一样，懂得如何在野外找食。他们在互相争斗吗？或者正在找我们？也许他们中的一个已经找到了我们，并伺机出手。想到这儿，我赶快回到洞里。
"Did I ever tell you about how I got Prim's goat?" I ask.
“我告诉过你我是怎么弄到波丽姆的羊的吗？”我问。
Something between a sigh and a huff of exasperation leaves my mouth. "A happy story?" This will require a lot more effort than the soup. I rack my brains for good memories. Most of them involve Gale and me out hunting and somehow I don't think these will play well with either Peeta or the audience. That leaves Prim.
“快乐的事？”我脱口而出，我微叹了口气，觉得有些气恼，这可比做汤费劲多了。但我还是绞尽脑汁回忆着快乐的事。我大部分快乐的记忆都与盖尔和打猎有关，可这些事既不会让皮塔开心，也不会让观众高兴。那就是波丽姆了。
"Something happy. Tell me about the happiest day you can remember," says Peeta.
“讲点高兴的，给我讲讲你记忆中最陕乐的日子。”皮塔说。
Here's the real story of how I got the money for Prim's goat, Lady. It was a Friday evening, the day before Prim's tenth birthday in late May. As soon as school ended, Gale and I hit the woods, because I wanted to get enough to trade for a present for Prim. Maybe some new cloth for a dress or a hairbrush. Our snares had done well enough and the woods were flush with greens, but this was really no more than our average Friday-night haul. I was disappointed as we headed back, even though Gale said we'd be sure to do better tomorrow. We were resting a moment by a stream when we saw him. A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. Poised to run but unsure of us, unfamiliar with humans. Beautiful.
这是真事，我怎么得到钱，给波丽姆买羊。那是一个星期五的下午，波丽姆五月份生日的前一天。学校一放学，我和盖尔就到林子里打猎，因为我想攒够钱给波丽姆买礼物。也许买些布做条新裙子，或者发刷什么的。我们在林子里下了很多套，林子里一片绿油油的，可那晚捕到的猎物也不比平常多。我在回家的路上感到很沮丧，就算盖尔不断安慰我说明天肯定比今天强也无济于事。我们在小溪边休息的时候我看到了它——一头年幼的公鹿，按鹿的年龄大概也就一岁吧，它的角刚长出来，上面还带着绒毛。它站起身来准备跑掉，却又不肯定，毕竟它和人类并不熟悉。这头鹿很美。
Peeta shakes his head, and looks at me expectantly. So I begin. But carefully. Because my words are going out all over Panem. And while people have no doubt put two and two together that I hunt illegally, I don't want to hurt Gale or Greasy Sae or the butcher or even the Peacekeepers back home who are my customers by publicly announcing they're breaking the law, too.
皮塔摇摇头，用期待的眼神看着我。我开始讲起了故事。我讲得很小心，因为我的话整个帕纳姆都听得到，显然我们在林中打猎是违法的，我不愿伤害盖尔、格雷茜·塞、屠夫、甚至治安警，因为他们也买肉吃，这是显而易见的。
Less beautiful perhaps when the two arrows caught him, one in the neck, the other in the chest. Gale and I had shot at the same time. The buck tried to run but stumbled, and Gale's knife slit his throat before he knew what had happened. Momentarily, I'd felt a pang at killing something so fresh and innocent. And then my stomach rumbled at the thought of all that fresh and innocent meat.
当两支箭射到它身上时，也许就不那么美了，一支箭射在脖子上，另一支射中前胸。盖尔和我同时射中了它。那头鹿想跑掉，但身体摇摇晃晃，它还没来得及反应，盖尔就把它的喉咙割断了。登时，我为杀死这样一头年轻而又无辜的生命感到难过。一想到要吃它的肉我的心里就翻腾起来。
This time, we waited until dark fell and slipped under a hole in the fence close to the butcher. Even though we were known hunters, it wouldn't have been good to go carrying a 150-pound deer through the streets of District 12 in daylight like we were rubbing it in the officials' faces.
这次我们等天黑以后，才从屠户院篱笆的洞里钻进去。尽管大家都知道我们打猎，可大白天拖着一百五十磅重的鹿在十二区的大街上走总不是什么好事，好像我们在当官的眼皮低下显摆一样。
A deer! Gale and I have only brought down three in all. The first one, a doe that had injured her leg somehow, almost didn't count. But we knew from that experience not to go dragging the carcass into the Hob. It had caused chaos with people bidding on parts and actually trying to hack off pieces themselves. Greasy Sae had intervened and sent us with our deer to the butcher, but not before it'd been badly damaged, hunks of meat taken, the hide riddled with holes. Although everybody paid up fairly, it had lowered the value of the kill.
一头鹿！我和盖尔总共只杀过三头。第一头是个母鹿，它的腿受了伤，可这鹿几乎没卖上什么价。当时我和盖尔把它拖到黑市去卖，大家争着给肉出价，引起一片混乱，有的人还动手自己割肉，鹿身和后腿被挖出了大洞。最后格雷茜·塞出面，让我们趁着肉没被人割烂，赶紧送到屠户那里。尽管大家出的价还算公平，可总价还是低了些，从那以后，我们就知道不能把这种猎物直接拿到黑市上卖。
The butcher, a short, chunky woman named Rooba, came to the back door when we knocked. You don't haggle with Rooba. She gives you one price, which you can take or leave, but it's a fair price. We took her offer on the deer and she threw in a couple of venison steaks we could pick up after the butchering. Even with the money divided in two, neither Gale nor I had held so much at one time in our lives. We decided to keep it a secret and surprise our families with the meat and money at the end of the next day.
屠宰者是个叫露芭的矮胖女人，听到敲门声，她来给我们开门。露芭通常不跟人讲价，她说的是一口价，或卖或走，但她给的价也挺公平。我们接受了她给的价，不过她又给我们点优惠，让我们屠宰后来拿几块鹿肉。我们把钱一分为二，这辈子还从没拿到过这么多钱。我们决定保守秘密，第二天晚上再亮出鹿肉和钱，给家人一个晾喜。
This is where I really got the money for the goat, but I tell Peeta I sold an old silver locket of my mother's. That can't hurt anyone. Then I pick up the story in the late afternoon of Prim's birthday.
我就这么着挣到了买羊的钱，可我告诉皮塔的是我把妈妈的银首饰盒偷偷卖了，这么说谁也不会伤害。我接着讲波丽姆生日那天下午的事。
Gale and I went to the market on the square so that I could buy dress materials. As I was running my fingers over a length of thick blue cotton cloth, something caught my eye. There's an old man who keeps a small herd of goats on the other side of the Seam. I don't know his real name, everyone just calls him the Goat Man. His joints are swollen and twisted in painful angles, and he's got a hacking cough that proves he spent years in the mines. But he's lucky. Somewhere along the way he saved up enough for these goats and now has something to do in his old age besides slowly starve to death. He's filthy and impatient, but the goats are clean and their milk is rich if you can afford it.
盖尔和我一起来到广场上的集市，好买点裙子布料。我抚摸着一块深蓝色的棉布料，这时有个东西吸引了我的目光。一个老人在“夹缝地带”的另一头养了一群羊，我不知道他叫什么，大家都叫他羊老汉。他臃肿的膝盖已经弯曲了，他总是吭吭地咳着，一看就知道他在矿上干了好多年。这么多年，他省了不少来喂给羊吃，现在除了慢慢等着饿死，还有些事干。他脏兮兮的，也没什么耐性，可羊却很干净；只要能出起钱，就总能从他那里买到羊奶喝。
"Hang around and see." I turned and saw Rooba coming across the square toward us.
“咱们再走走看吧。”我转过身，这时看到露芭正穿过广场朝我们走来。
"Well, look fast. She goes to the butcher soon. Hardly anyone will buy her milk, and then they only pay half price," said the man.
“那快点看，马上就要宰了，没什么人买它的奶了，他们只付一半的钱。”羊老汉说。
"Gale," I whispered. "I want that goat for Prim."
“盖尔，”我小声说，“我想把那只羊送给波丽姆。
We went over and bought a cup of milk to share, then stood over the goat as if idly curious.
我们走过去，买了杯奶喝，然后走到羊旁边，好像闲着没事，对羊很好奇的样子。
One of the goats, a white one with black patches, was lying down in a cart. It was easy to see why. Something, probably a dog, had mauled her shoulder and infection had set in. It was bad, the Goat Man had to hold her up to milk her. But I thought I knew someone who could fix it.
有一只羊，黑白相问，卧在手推车上。它的前肘好像被狗咬伤了，红肿得厉害，羊老汉不得不把它抱起来给它挤奶。可我知道谁能把它医好。
"She's hurt pretty bad," said Gale. "We better take a closer look."
“它伤得可不轻，咱们最好走近看看。”盖尔说。
"Just looking," said Gale.
“就看看。”盖尔说。
The man shrugged.
羊老汉耸耸肩。
"What's the butcher giving for her?" I asked.
“屠户出多少钱？”我问。
Owning a nanny goat can change your life in District 12. The animals can live off almost anything, the Meadow's a perfect feeding place, and they can give four quarts of milk a day. To drink, to make into cheese, to sell. It's not even against the law.
拥有一只奶羊对十二区的人来讲，生活可以大为改善。这动物几乎比什么活得都长，“牧场”是理想的放羊的地方，它一天可以产四夸脱奶。可以喝，可以做成奶酪，或者卖，而且还不违法。
"Let her be," said the man.
“别动它。”羊老汉说。
"Not if she's spoken for," I said carelessly.
“你要不说，我还没注意嘞。”我装作漫不经心地说。
"We had a deal on an animal with a few teeth marks. Not that thing. Sell her to the girl if she's stupid enough to take her," said Rooba. As she marched off, I caught her wink.
“我们讲好的，说的是羊身上有几个牙印，可不是这个，把它卖给那妮子吧，要是她够蠢，愿意要它的话。”露芭说着，大步走开了，冲我挤了挤眼。
"Lucky thing you showed up," said the Goat Man when she arrived. "Girl's got her eye on your goat."
“你来了，正好。”她走过来时，羊老汉对她说。“那妮子正看你的羊嘞。”露芭说。
"What?" said the Goat Man. "We had a deal."
“什么？”羊老汉说，“我们讲好了的。
Rooba looked me up and down then frowned at the goat. "She's not. Look at that shoulder. Bet you half the carcass will be too rotten for even sausage."
露芭上下打量着我，又看看羊，皱起眉头。“这羊不怎么样，看看那前肘，我敢说有一半的肉都烂了，连做香肠都不行。
Gale offered to carry her. I think he wanted to see the look on Prim's face as much as I did. In a moment of complete giddiness, I bought a pink ribbon and tied it around her neck. Then we hurried back to my house.
盖尔愿意帮我扛着，他准和我一样，想看到波丽姆开心的样子。我一冲动，又买了一条红丝带，拴在羊脖子上，然后赶忙回家。
The Goat Man was mad, but he still wanted that goat off his hands. It took us half an hour to agree on the price. Quite a crowd had gathered by then to hand out opinions. It was an excellent deal if the goat lived; I'd been robbed if she died. People took sides in the argument, but I took the goat.
羊老汉气蒙了，可他还是想把羊出手。我们用了半个小时讨价还价，四周围了一堆人也在品头论足。如果羊能活，还挺划算；要是羊死了，我就亏了血本。大家也都七嘴八舌地议论，我最终还是买下了那只羊。
"They sound like you," says Peeta. I had almost forgotten he was there.
“听上去她们跟你一样，会用草药治病。”皮塔说。我差点忘了他还在那儿。
You should have seen Prim's reaction when we walked in with that goat. Remember this is a girl who wept to save that awful old cat, Buttercup. She was so excited she started crying and laughing all at once. My mother was less sure, seeing the injury, but the pair of them went to work on it, grinding up herbs and coaxing brews down the animal's throat.
你应该看看我们把羊抱回家时波丽姆的那个高兴劲。要知道这个女孩为了救那个叫毛莨花的猫还伤心落泪嘞。她当时太激动了，竟又哭又笑起来。妈妈看了羊身上的伤，却没把握能否治好。可两人还是马上忙乎起来，又是捣草药，又是给羊灌药汤。
"Don't worry. I'm not trying," he jokes. "Finish the story."
“别担心，我不会不听话的。”他开玩笑说，“把故事说完。
"Was it still wearing the pink ribbon?" he asks. "I think so," I say. "Why?"
“它准特喜欢她喽。它还戴着红丝带吗？”他问。“准是还戴着吧，”我说，“怎么啦？
"Oh, no, Peeta. They work magic. That thing couldn't have died if it tried," I say. But then I bite my tongue, realizing what that must sound like to Peeta, who is dying, in my incompetent hands.
“噢，不，皮塔，她们的医术有魔力嘞，只要那羊听话，它就不会死。”说到这儿，想到我这双笨手又无力挽救濒死的皮塔，他听了一定不是滋味，就马上咬住嘴唇。
"Well, that's it. Only I remember that night, Prim insisted on sleeping with Lady on a blanket next to the fire. And just before they drifted off, the goat licked her cheek, like it was giving her a good night kiss or something," I say. "It was already mad about her."
“哦，就是这样。我记得那天晚上，波丽姆一定要和‘夫人’一起睡在炉边的一块毯子上，她迷迷糊糊快睡着时，羊去舔她的脸，好像给她道晚安嘞。”我说。
"Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave the sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping," says Peeta drily.
“是啊，我说的就是这个。你很爱你妹妹，又替她参加饥饿游戏，有了羊她很快乐，可你高兴也不光为这个。”皮塔干巴巴地说。
"Well, I knew that goat would be a little gold mine," I say.
“嗯，那只羊简直就是个小金矿。”我说。
"Really? What did you cost me again?" I ask.
“真的？我又为你出什么力了？”我问。
"I'm just trying to get a picture," he says thoughtfully. "I can see why that day made you happy."
“我想象着那是怎样的情形。”他若有所思地说，“看得出你为啥那天那么高兴。
"The goat has paid for itself. Several times over," I say in a superior tone.
“那只羊也出力了，超过它价值的好几倍呢。”我得意地说。
"Well, it wouldn't dare do anything else after you saved its life," says Peeta. "I intend to do the same thing."
“唔，你救了它的命，它也不敢做别的呀。”皮塔说，“我也一样。
"A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back," he says.
“你惹了一身麻烦。别担心，你会得到报偿的。”他说。
The sound of the trumpets startles me. I'm on my feet and at the mouth of the cave in a flash, not wanting to miss a syllable. It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected, he's inviting us to a feast. Well, we're not that hungry and I actually wave his offer away in indifference when he says, "Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my invitation. But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately."
突然，喇叭里传来了声音，让我吃了一惊。我迅速站起身来到洞口，仔细听着，一个字也不想漏掉。真出我意料，是我们的朋友克劳狄斯·坦普尔史密斯的声音，他邀请我们去参加宴会。我们并不太饿，我马上在心里拒绝了他的邀请。这时他又说：“等一下，你们有些人可能正在拒绝我的邀请，可这不是普通的宴会，有你们急需的物品。
"You're not making sense," I say. I test his forehead. The fever's going nowhere but up. "You're a little cooler though."
“你又在胡说。”我说着，用手去摸摸他的脑门，烧一点没退，反而更厉害了。“你体温稍下来点儿了。
There's nothing else, just his words hanging in the air. I jump as Peeta grips my shoulder from behind. "No," he says. "You're not risking your life for me."
他的话说完了，声音在空中久久回荡，我跳起来，皮塔从背后抓住我的肩。“不，你不能为我拿自己的命冒险。”他说。
I do need something desperately. Something to heal Peeta's leg.
我确实急需给皮塔治腿的药物。
"Who said I was?" I say.
“谁说我要去了？”我说。
"Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance," says Claudius.
“今早在宙斯之角，每个人都能在标有本区号码的背包里找到一些物品。仔细想想拒绝参加的后果，对你们来讲，这也许是最后的机会。”克劳狄斯说道。
"So, you're not going?" he asks.
“那你不去了？”他问。
"Of course, I'm not going. Give me some credit. Do you think I'm running straight into some free-for-all against Cato and Clove and Thresh? Don't be stupid," I say, helping him back to bed. "I'll let them fight it out, we'll see who's in the sky tomorrow night and work out a plan from there."
“当然，我不会去。相信我，你觉得我会直接跑去和加图、格拉芙，还有萨里什对抗？别傻了。”我说着，扶他躺下。“我要让他们先斗，咱们看明晚谁会在影像里出现，然后再做下一步打算。
"You're such a bad liar, Katniss. I don't know how you've survived this long." He begins to mimic me. "I knew that goat would be a little gold mine. You're a little cooler though. Of course, I'm not going." He shakes his head. "Never gamble at cards. You'll lose your last coin," he says.
“你这撒谎的本事可真不怎么样，凯特尼斯，我不知道你怎么能撒谎撒得这么久。”他开始学着我的口气，“我知道那只羊是个小金矿。你体温稍下来点儿了。当然我不会去。”他摇着头，“永远不要用纸牌赌博，你会输光最后一个铜子。”他说。
"You won't get a hundred yards from here on that leg," I say.
“你那条腿连一百码也走不了。”我说。
"I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I'm yelling your name, I bet someone can find me. And then I'll be dead for sure," he says.
“我可以跟着你，至少跟一段路，我走不到宙斯之角，可如果我喊你的名字，准有人会发现我，那我就死定了。”他说。
"Then I'll drag myself," says Peeta. "You go and I'm going, too."
“那我拖着自己走，你去，我也去。”皮塔说。
He's just stubborn enough and maybe just strong enough to do it. Come howling after me in the woods. Even if a tribute doesn't find him, something else might. He can't defend himself. I'd probably have to wall him up in the cave just to go myself. And who knows what the exertion will do to him?
他真固执，也许他还有些力气能做到。在丛林里跟在我后面，就算其他选手找不到他，野兽也会找到他，而他又无力自卫。看来我得把洞口伪装好，然后独自去。天知道，没准这一去真能找到对他有用的东西呢。
We're at something of a stalemate. I know I can't argue him out of this one, so I don't try. I pretend, reluctantly, to go along.
我们僵在那儿。我知道跟他争也没用，所以我也不跟他争了。我装出不情愿的样子。
Anger flushes my face. "All right, I am going, and you can't stop me!"
我气极了，脸涨得通红，“好吧，我去，可你不能拦我！
"What am I supposed to do? Sit here and watch you die?" I say. He must know that's not an option. That the audience would hate me. And frankly, I would hate myself, too, if I didn't even try.
“我该怎么办？坐在这儿，看着你死掉？”我说。他准也知道这不是办法，观众也会恨我。并且，坦率地讲，要不试试，我也会恨自己。
"I won't die. I promise. If you promise not to go," he says.
“如果你答应不去，我不会死的，我保证。”他说。
"Agreed. Is it ready?" he asks.
“同意了，准备好了？”他问。
"Wait here," I say. The air's gone cold even though the sun's still up. I'm right about the Gamemakers messing with the temperature. I wonder if the thing someone needs desperately is a good blanket. The soup is still nice and warm in its iron pot. And actually doesn't taste too bad.
“等在这儿。”我说。太阳还没落山，天已开始冷下来。我猜得没错，大赛组织者就是想让气温忽高忽低。我纳闷他们说急需的物品会不会是毯子。锅里的汤还是热乎乎的呢，实际上味道也不错。
"Then you have to do what I say. Drink your water, wake me when I tell you, and eat every bite of the soup no matter how disgusting it is!" I snap at him.
“那，你得按我说的做。喝水，我让你几时叫我就几时叫，不管多恶心，把汤都喝了！”我没好气地对他说。
Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, which should be encouraging if you don't know what fever does to people. He's like listening to Haymitch before the alcohol has soaked him into incoherence. I give him another dose of fever medicine before he goes off his head completely.
皮塔毫无怨言地吃起来，为了显出他喜欢吃，还认真地把鹅卵石舀出来，嘴里咕哝着汤多么好喝什么的。如果不知道发烧有多难受的话，听他的话还真让人宽慰。就像黑密斯醉酒前的状态一样，他现在已经语无伦次了。我趁他还没完全烧糊涂，赶紧给他吃了退烧药。
As I go down to the stream to wash up, all I can think is that he's going to die if I don't get to that feast. I'll keep him going for a day or two, and then the infection will reach his heart or his brain or his lungs and he'll be gone. And I'll be here all alone. Again. Waiting for the others.
我去小溪边冲洗，思忖着如果我不去参加宴会他就会死，再拖个一两天，感染就会到他的心脏、大脑或肺，那他就会死去。我就会在此独自一人，直到其他人找到我…
I'm so lost in thought that I almost miss the parachute, even though it floats right by me. Then I spring after it, yanking it from the water, tearing off the silver fabric to retrieve the vial. Haymitch has done it! He's gotten the medicine -- I don't know how, persuaded some gaggle of romantic fools to sell their jewels -- and I can save Peeta! It's such a tiny vial though. It must be very strong to cure someone as ill as Peeta. A ripple of doubt runs through me. I uncork the vial and take a deep sniff. My spirits fall at the sickly sweet scent. Just to be sure, I place a drop on the tip of my tongue. There's no question, it's sleep syrup. It's a common medicine in District 12. Cheap, as medicine goes, but very addictive. Almost everyone's had a dose at one time or another. We have some in a bottle at home. My mother gives it to hysterical patients to knock them out to stitch up a bad wound or quiet their minds or just to help someone in pain get through the night. It only takes a little. A vial this size could knock Peeta out for a full day, but what good is that? I'm so furious I'm about to throw Haymitch's last offering into the stream when it hits me. A full day? That's more than I need.
我想得出神，降落伞落到我身边我差点没看见。我跳起来去拿降落伞，从水里把它拖出来，撕掉外面的银色包装纸，看到里面有个小瓶。黑密斯成功了！他拿到了药品——我不知道他怎么拿到的，也许他劝说一群满脑子浪漫故事的呆子卖掉了她们的珠宝——我能去救皮塔了！这个小药瓶那么小，一定对皮塔的伤口很有效。但，旋即我心中产生了一丝怀疑，拧开盖，使劲闻了一下，一股浓浓甜昧差点让我晕过去。为了确定是什么药，我用舌尖舔了一下，没错，是安眠糖浆，这是十二区的一种普通药物，我妈妈常给疼得大喊的病人一以便给严重的伤口缝针，或者使某些病人镇静，或者帮疼痛的人入睡。一小瓶这样的药能让皮塔昏睡一整天，这有什么用？我气得刚要把黑密斯的礼物扔到小溪里，突然想起来一件事，一整天？这时间对我来说足够了。
I mash up a handful of berries so the taste won't be as noticeable and add some mint leaves for good measure. Then I head back up to the cave. "I've brought you a treat. I found a new patch of berries a little farther downstream."
我捣碎了一把浆果和在里面，这样就闻不出来了，为保险又加了些薄荷叶子，然后走到洞口。“我又给你带来好吃的了，在溪流下游我找到了些浆果。
"No," he says, almost puzzled. "But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?"
“晤，没有，”他说着，一脸的迷惑，“可这味道很熟悉，是叫砂糖果吗？
Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows then frowns slightly. "They're very sweet."
皮塔毫不犹豫就吃了第一口，再吃第二口时微微皱起眉头。“浆果很甜啊。
"Yes, they're sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Haven't you ever had them before?" I say, poking the next spoonful in his mouth.
“是的，这是砂糖果，我妈妈常用它做果酱，难道你以前没吃过吗？”我说，又往他嘴里塞了一勺。
"Well, you can't get them in the market much, they only grow wild," I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go.
“嗯，在市场不常买到，它是野生的。”我说。又给了一勺，就剩最后一勺了。
"They're sweet as syrup," he says, taking the last spoonful. "Syrup." His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it's too late, he's already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what I've done is unforgivable.
“跟糖浆一样甜。”他说着，正要吃下最后一口，“是糖浆。”他知道了，眼睛睁得大大的。我用手紧紧捂住他的嘴和鼻子，迫使他吞下最后一口。他想把东西呕出来，但是太晚了，他大脑已迷糊不清了。就在他快要昏睡过去时，眼神仍透出责备，仿佛在说我的所作所为是多么不可原谅。
It doesn't matter. The rest of Panem can.
没关系，整个帕纳姆国人都能听到。
I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. "Who can't lie, Peeta?" I say, even though he can't hear me.
我坐在自己的后脚跟上，蹲在他面前，眼睛看着他，心里忧喜参半。一颗浆果掉在他的下巴上，我把它擦掉。“谁说我不会撒谎，皮塔？”我说道，虽然他此时已听不见了。