Every cell in my body wants me to dig into the stew and cram it, handful by handful into my mouth. But Peeta's voice stops me. "We better take it slow on that stew. Remember the first night on the train? The rich food made me sick and I wasn't even starving then."
我真想一头扎进炖肉里，然后大口大口地塞到嘴里，三下五除二地把它吃光。可皮塔制止了我。“那炖肉咱们最好慢慢吃，还记得咱们在火车上的第一个夜晚吗？吃得太多，我都觉得恶心，从那以后我甚至都不觉得饿啦。
"Me, too. Tell you what. We wait an hour, if it stays down, then we get another serving," Peeta says.
“我也是，这样吧，我们等一小时，要是还饿，我们就再吃点。”皮塔说。
"Agreed," I say. "It's going to be a long hour."
“同意，这一小时肯定很长。”我说。
"You're right. And I could just inhale the whole thing!" I say regretfully. But I don't. We are quite sensible. We each have a roll, half an apple, and an egg-size serving of stew and rice. I make myself eat the stew in tiny spoonfuls -- they even sent us silverware and plates -- savoring each bite. When we finish, I stare longingly at the dish. "I want more."
“你说得对，我也不可能把这些东西一口吃光！”我很遗憾地说。其实我们并不遗憾，我们很理智。我们一人吃了一个蛋卷，半个苹果，鸡蛋大的大米炖肉。我小口吃着炖肉——他们甚至送来了银餐具和盘子——让我们慢慢品尝食物。我们吃完后，我仍然很眼馋地看着饭菜。“我还想吃。
"I don't remember that last part," I say, hoping it's too dim in here for the cameras to pick up my blush.
“最后那几句话，我不记得我说过。”我说，希望这里够黑，摄像机照不到我脸红的镜头。
"Maybe not that long," says Peeta. "What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me… no competition… best thing that ever happened to you…"
“也许没那么长。”皮塔说，“食物送来之前你说什么来着，是关于我的…没竞争对手…这对你来说是最好的…
I make room for him in the sleeping bag. We lean back against the cave wall, my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me. I can feel Haymitch nudging me to keep up the act. "So, since we were five, you never even noticed any other girls?" I ask him.
我在睡袋里给他腾出地方。我们斜倚在洞壁上，我的头靠在他肩上，他用胳膊抱着我。我能感觉到黑密斯在说——要保持这个姿势。“那么，我们一共五个人，你没注意别的女孩吗？”我问他。
"No, I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you," he says.
“不，我看了几乎每个女孩，可只有你给我留下的印象最持久。”他说。
"Oh, that's right. That's what I was thinking," he says. "Scoot over, I'm freezing."
“噢，对啦，这是我心里想的。”他说，“往那边点，我都冻僵了。
That's right. If we win, we'll each get a house in the part of town reserved for Hunger Games' victors. Long ago, when the Games began, the Capitol had built a dozen fine houses in each district. Of course, in ours only one is occupied. Most of the others have never been lived in at all.
没错，如果我们赢得比赛，我们每人会得到一所专为饥饿游戏胜出者准备的房子。很久以前，饥饿游戏起始阶段，凯匹特在每个区各修建了十二所漂亮房子。当然，我们区只有一所房子有人住。
"I'm sure that would thrill your parents, you liking a girl from the Seam," I say.
“你喜欢一个‘夹缝地带’的女孩，你爸妈一定很吃惊吧。”我说。
"Hardly. But I couldn't care less. Anyway, if we make it back, you won't be a girl from the Seam, you'll be a girl from the Victor's Village," he says.
“是有点，不过我不在乎。不管怎样，如果咱们能回去，你就再不是‘夹缝地带’的女孩，而是‘胜利村庄’的女孩喽。”他说。
A disturbing thought hits me. "But then, our only neighbor will be Haymitch!"
说到这儿，我心里感到很烦乱。“那，我们唯一的邻居只有黑密斯了！
"I told you, he hates me!" I say, but I can't help laughing at the image of Haymitch becoming my new pal.
“我跟你说，他讨厌我！”我说。黑密斯变成我的新朋友，这太可笑了。
"Ah, that'll be nice," says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. "You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tales."
“啊，这很好吗，”皮塔说，紧紧搂了我一下。“你、我还有黑密斯，很舒适。野餐呀、生日宴会呀，我们还可以在冬日漫长的夜晚围坐在火边，讲饥饿游戏的故事。
"Only sometimes. When he's sober, I've never heard him say one negative thing about you," says Peeta.
“有时候他也许是，可他严肃起来的时候，我没听他说过你一句坏话。”皮塔说。
"That's right. Who am I thinking of? Oh, I know. It's Cinna who likes you. But that's mainly because you didn't try to run when he set you on fire," says Peeta. "On the other hand, Haymitch… well, if I were you, I'd avoid Haymitch completely. He hates you."
“也是啊。我想说谁来着？噢，对了，西纳喜欢你，主要是因为他给你点火时，你没逃跑的缘故。”皮塔说，“至于他，黑密斯…嗯，如果我是你，我也会躲开他，他是不喜欢你。
"He's never sober!" I protest.
“可他从来都没严肃过！”我反对道。
"I thought you said I was his favorite," I say.
“我原以为你会说我是他最喜欢的人。”我说。
"He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing."
“他更讨厌我，”皮塔说，“我觉得他和大多数人都格格不入。
I know the audience will enjoy our having fun at Haymitch's expense. He has been around so long, he's practically an old friend to some of them. And after his head-dive off the stage at the reaping, everybody knows him. By this time, they'll have dragged him out of the control room for interviews about us. No telling what sort of lies he's made up. He's at something of a disadvantage because most mentors have a partner, another victor to help them whereas Haymitch has to be ready to go into action at any moment. Kind of like me when I was alone in the arena. I wonder how he's holding up, with the drinking, the attention, and the stress of trying to keep us alive.
我知道观众很喜欢我们拿黑密斯寻开心。他参与比赛的时间太长了，对一些人而言，他已经是张太过熟悉的面孔。自从他在收获节仪式上从台上栽下来以后，他已家喻户晓。此时此刻，肯定有人已经把他从控制室拽出来，接受关于我们的采访。不知道他又会编出什么样的瞎话。他的处境很不利，因为多数指导老师都有搭档，他们可以相互帮衬，可黑密斯得随时准备应战。有点像我在竞技场孤军奋战的情形。他又喜欢喝酒，又要保持清醒，还要设法让我们活下来，我纳闷他是怎么应付这一切的。
A thought hits me, and I'm amazed the question's taken so long to surface. Maybe it's because I've only recently begun to view Haymitch with a degree of curiosity. "How do you think he did it?"
我突然想起一件事，惊异于我脑子里出现这个问题时间之久，也许因为直到最近我才对黑密斯产生好奇心吧。“你觉得他是怎么做到的？
"Who? Did what?" Peeta asks.
“谁？做到什么？”皮塔问。
"Haymitch. How do you think he won the Games?" I say.
“黑密斯，他是怎么赢得比赛的？”我说。
It's funny. Haymitch and I don't get along well in person, but maybe Peeta is right about us being alike because he seems able to communicate with me by the timing of his gifts. Like how I knew I must be close to water when he withheld it and how I knew the sleep syrup just wasn't something to ease Peeta's pain and how I know now that I have to play up the romance. He hasn't made much effort to connect with Peeta really. Perhaps he thinks a bowl of broth would just be a bowl of broth to Peeta, whereas I'll see the strings attached to it.
很可笑，我和黑密斯私下处得关系不太好，可也许皮塔说得对，我们很相像，在很多事情上，我似乎和他也心有灵犀：例如送礼物的时间控制，在他迟迟不给我水时，我知道已靠近水源，再如咳嗽安眠糖浆不是用来给皮塔止痛，还有现在我该上演的浪漫故事。其实他没花很多力气跟皮塔沟通，也许他觉得对皮塔而言，一碗肉汤就是一碗肉汤，而我却能看出这其中的玄机。
Peeta considers this quite a while before he answers. Haymitch is sturdily built, but no physical wonder like Cato or Thresh. He's not particularly handsome. Not in the way that causes sponsors to rain gifts on you. And he's so surly, it's hard to imagine anyone teaming up with him. There's only one way Haymitch could have won, and Peeta says it just as I'm reaching this conclusion myself.
皮塔想了半天，没有回答。黑密斯身体强壮，可在块头上比不上加图和萨里什。他也不特别英俊，不是能让赞助人给他大把礼物的那种。而他又性情乖戾，很难想象有人愿意跟他搭伴。只有靠一种方法黑密斯能赢。我刚说出原因，皮塔也脱口而出。
"He outsmarted the others," says Peeta.
“他比别人聪明。”皮塔说。
About half an hour has passed before I decide I have to eat again. Peeta's too hungry himself to put up an argument. While I'm dishing up two more small servings of lamb stew and rice, we hear the anthem begin to play. Peeta presses his eyes against a crack in the rocks to watch the sky.
大约半个小时过去了，我觉得还得吃点什么。皮塔自己也太饿，不能与我争辩。我们舀出两勺米饭炖肉，正准备吃，国歌响起来了。皮塔从石缝里朝外面的天空看去。
I nod, then let the conversation drop. But secretly I'm wondering if Haymitch sobered up long enough to help Peeta and me because he thought we just might have the wits to survive. Maybe he wasn't always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbearable. It must be hell to mentor two kids and then watch them die. Year after year after year. I realize that if I get out of here, that will become my job. To mentor the girl from District 12. The idea is so repellent, I thrust it from my mind.
我点点头，没再吱声。私下里我又觉得，黑密斯清醒的时间是否够长，来保证我和皮塔活下去，因为他觉得我们有足够的智慧活下去。也许他并不总是醉醺醺的。也许，当指导老师的起始阶段，他确实帮助过选手，慢慢地他觉得难以忍受。指导两个孩子，然后又眼睁睁地看着他们死去确实痛苦异常。我意识到，如果我能从这里出去，那么，一年一年又一年，这也将成为我的工作。为十二区的女孩做指导，真不情愿。我决计不去想它。
"There won't be anything to see tonight," I say, far more interested in the stew than the sky. "Nothing's happened or we would've heard a cannon."
“今晚什么也看不见。”我说，对肉炖米饭的兴趣远大于空中的影像，“不会有什么事，我们也不会听到炮声。
"Katniss," Peeta says quietly.
“凯特尼斯。”皮塔轻轻地说。
"Katniss," he repeats, but I find myself wanting to ignore him.
“凯特尼斯。”他重复道，可我还是没太在意。
"Thresh is dead," says Peeta.
“萨里什死了。”皮塔说。
"What? Should we split another roll, too?" I ask.
“什么？我们是不是要再分一个蛋卷？”我问。
"They must have fired the cannon during the thunder and we missed it," says Peeta.
“准是打雷时鸣炮，咱们没听见。”皮塔说。
"Are you sure? I mean, it's pouring buckets out there. I don't know how you can see anything," I say. I push him away from the rocks and squint out into the dark, rainy sky. For about ten seconds, I catch a distorted glimpse of Thresh's picture and then he's gone. Just like that.
“你肯定吗？我是说，天上下着瓢泼大雨，我不知你是怎么看到的。”我说。我把他从石缝边推开，向外面漆黑的雨夜看去。大约有十秒钟，我看到萨里什扭曲的图像，这么说，他真的离去了。就这么走了。
"I'm going to split one. But I'll save the cheese for tomorrow," I say. I see Peeta staring at me. "What?"
“我要分一个，但我把奶酪留到明天。”我说。我看到皮塔只盯着我，“什么？
"He can't be," I say.
“他不可能。”我说。
I give a noncommittal shrug and cup my elbows in my hands, hugging them close to my body. I have to bury the real pain because who's going to bet on a tribute who keeps sniveling over the deaths of her opponents. Rue was one thing. We were allies. She was so young. But no one will understand my sorrow at Thresh's murder. The word pulls me up short. Murder! Thankfully, I didn't say it aloud. That's not going to win me any points in the arena. What I do say is, "It's just… if we didn't win… I wanted Thresh to. Because he let me go. And because of Rue."
我耸耸肩，心里乱乱的。我两臂相交，贴近自己的身体，尽量掩饰自己的真实感情。否则，谁会赞助一个为其他选手死亡而痛惜的人昵？露露是另外一回事，我们是伙伴。而她又很小。可此时无人理解我对萨里什故去的哀痛。一个词在我的脑海涌现：谋杀！感谢上帝，我没喊出来，不然在竞技场对我也一点好处没有。我支支吾吾地说：“事实上，如果咱们赢不了…我希望萨里什赢，因为他放走了我，还有就是露露。
I slump down against the rocks, momentarily forgetting about the task at hand. Thresh dead. I should be happy, right? One less tribute to face. And a powerful one, too. But I'm not happy. All I can think about is Thresh letting me go, letting me run because of Rue, who died with that spear in her stomach…
我怔怔地跌坐在石壁旁，暂时忘了手里的活计。萨里什死了。我本应高兴，不是吗？又少了一个对手，一个强劲的对手。可我并不高兴，我脑中浮现出的全是萨里什放我走的情形，他为了露露——那个腹部中矛的女孩——而放走了我。
"You all right?" asks Peeta.
“你没事吧？”皮塔问。
"Because Thresh would have never gone down without a fight. He's so strong, I mean, he was. And they were in his territory," I say.
“因为萨里什在倒下之前肯定和加图有一场恶斗，他那么强壮，他们又是在他的地盘里。”我说。
I take a bite of the stew to show I don't really care, but it's like glue in my mouth and takes a lot of effort to swallow. "It also means Cato will be back hunting us."
我大口吃下米饭炖肉，装作满不在乎的样子，可米饭在我嘴里打转，好容易才咽下去。“这也就是说加图会来找咱们。
"Me, too," I admit. "But not tonight."
“我也是，”我承认，“可今晚不行。
"Oh, she's fine," I say peevishly. I'm still angry she thought of hiding in the Cornucopia and I didn't. "Probably be easier to catch Cato than her."
“噢，她很好，”我气呼呼地说，一想起她藏到宙斯之角，而我却没想到，至今还愤愤不平，“没准找到萨里什比找到她还容易。
"Good," says Peeta. "The more wounded Cato is the better. I wonder how Foxface is making out."
“加图越是受伤，就越厉害。不知道狐狸脸怎么样？
"Yeah, I know," says Peeta. "But this means we're one step closer to District Twelve." He nudges a plate of food into my hands. "Eat. It's still warm."
“是的，我明白，可这也就是说咱们离十二区更近了。”他把一盘食物推到我手里，“吃吧，还热着呢。
"He'll be wounded, I bet," I say.
“他应该也受伤了，我猜。
"What makes you say that?" Peeta asks.
“为什么这么说？”皮塔说。
"Maybe they'll catch each other and we can just go home," says Peeta. "But we better be extra careful about the watches. I dozed off a few times."
“也许他们找到彼此，而我们可以直接回家了。”皮塔说，“可我们放哨时要加倍小心，有几次我都打盹了。
We finish our food in silence and then Peeta offers to take the first watch. I burrow down in the sleeping bag next to him, pulling my hood up over my face to hide it from the cameras. I just need a few moments of privacy where I can let any emotion cross my face without being seen. Under the hood, I silently say good-bye to Thresh and thank him for my life. I promise to remember him and, if I can, do something to help his family and Rue's, if I win. Then I escape into sleep, comforted by a full belly and the steady warmth of Peeta beside me.
我们默默地吃完饭，皮塔提出先放哨。我钻进睡袋，躺在他身边，把搭盖盖上，好挡住摄像机镜头。我需要一点私人空间，释放自己脸上的表情。在搭盖下面，我默默地对萨里什说再见，并感谢他救了我一命。我暗暗许愿，一定要记住他，如果我赢了，会帮助他的家人，还有露露的家人。然后我蒙咙睡去，肚子饱饱的，身边还有皮塔的温暖。
"And he's got supplies again," says Peeta.
“没准他又拿到给养了。”皮塔说。
"Too expensive for my family to eat. Unless it's gone very stale. Of course, practically everything we eat is stale," says Peeta, pulling the sleeping bag up around him. In less than a minute, he's snoring.
“太贵了，我们家都吃不起，除非放的日子太长，不新鲜了。其实，我们吃的所有东西都放的日子不短了。”皮塔说。他把睡袋拉上去，不到一分钟，他就睡着了。
"Oh, good," I say, immediately taking a huge bite. The strong fatty cheese tastes just like the kind Prim makes, the apples are sweet and crunchy. "Mm."
“噢，好。”我说，马上咬了一大口。香浓的奶酪和波丽姆做的奶酪一个味，苹果又甜又脆，“晤！
When Peeta wakes me later, the first thing I register is the smell of goat cheese. He's holding out half a roll spread with the creamy white stuff and topped with apple slices. "Don't be mad," he says. "I had to eat again. Here's your half."
皮塔叫醒我时，我一下子闻到了奶酪的味道，他正举着半个蛋卷，上面是白色的奶酪和苹果片。“别傻了，我还想吃，这是你的一半。
"We make a goat cheese and apple tart at the bakery," he says.
“我们面包房经常做奶酪，还有苹果小馅饼。”他说。
"Bet that's expensive," I say.
“肯定挺贵的吧。”我说。
Huh. I always assumed the shopkeepers live a soft life. And it's true, Peeta has always had enough to eat. But there's something kind of depressing about living your life on stale bread, the hard, dry loaves that no one else wanted. One thing about us, since I bring our food home on a daily basis, most of it is so fresh you have to make sure it isn't going to make a run for it.
哈，我原来总以为店主们日子过得很舒服。是啊，皮塔总有足够的食物，可老吃不新鲜的面包，那种又干又硬，没人想吃的面包，也挺糟的。我们呢，我们家的粮食是按日领回的，所以我们吃的多数时候都是新做的，只是不知道第二天粮食是否还接得上。
Four of us left.
还剩下四个人。
For the first time, I allow myself to truly think about the possibility that I might make it home. To fame. To wealth. To my own house in the Victor's Village. My mother and Prim would live there with me. No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But then… what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some. I think of Haymitch, with all his money. What did his life become? He lives alone, no wife or children, most of his waking hours drunk. I don't want to end up like that.
我第一次思考自己回家的可能性。我想到了荣誉，想到了财富，想到位于胜利者村属于自己的房子。妈妈和波丽姆可以和我一起住在那里。再也不用担心挨饿，这是一种新的自由。然后呢？…怎么样？我每天的生活会是什么样？以前每日都在为三餐奔波，现在改变了，我不清楚自己究竟是谁，是什么身份。这么一想，我感到心里一阵发慌。我想到了黑密斯，他很富有，可他的生活又怎样？他独自一人，没有妻子儿女，他大部分醒着的时候都醉醺醺的。我可不想落到这种地步。
Somewhere during my shift, the rain stops not gradually but all at once. The downpour ends and there's only the residual drippings of water from branches, the rush of the now overflowing stream below us. A full, beautiful moon emerges, and even without the glasses I can see outside. I can't decide if the moon is real or merely a projection of the Gamemakers. I know it was full shortly before I left home. Gale and I watched it rise as we hunted into the late hours.
我担任警戒时，雨不是慢慢地下，而是突然停了。倾盆大雨已经停歇，只有水滴从树枝上慢慢滑落，我们身边的小溪哗哗地流淌着。天上升起一轮满月，很美，即使不戴眼镜，周围的一切也能看得很清楚。我看不出月亮究竟是真的，还是大赛组织者制作的一个影像。我回想起离家前一晚月亮是圆的，盖尔和我在最后的几小时打猎时，看着它升起来。
How long have I been gone? I'm guessing it's been about two weeks in the arena, and there was that week of preparation in the Capitol. Maybe the moon has completed its cycle. For some reason, I badly want it to be my moon, the same one I see from the woods around District 12. That would give me something to cling to in the surreal world of the arena where the authenticity of everything is to be doubted.
我已经离家多久了？我约莫着来竞技场已经有两周了，再加上在凯匹特准备的一周，也许月亮又该圆了。不知怎的，我特别渴望此时高挂天空的就是我们家乡的月亮，是我在十二区看到的同一个月亮。这样，在一切都是虚构的竞技场的超现实世界里，总算有点真实的存在。
"But you won't be alone," I whisper to myself. I have my mother and Prim. Well, for the time being. And then… I don't want to think about then, when Prim has grown up, my mother passed away. I know I'll never marry, never risk bringing a child into the world. Because if there's one thing being a victor doesn't guarantee, it's your children's safety. My kids' names would go right into the reaping balls with everyone else's. And I swear I'll never let that happen.
“可你不会孤独的。”我轻声对自己说。我有妈妈和波丽姆。嗯，现在是这样，然后呢？…波丽姆长大了，妈妈过世了，我不愿想以后的事。我知道自己永远不会结婚，不会冒险把一个孩子带到这个世界来，因为胜利者也不能完全保证自己孩子的安全，孩子的名字会和其他人的名字一起放到收获节仪式上的大玻璃球里，我发誓永远不会让这一幕重演。
The sun eventually rises, its light slipping through the cracks and illuminating Peeta's face. Who will he transform into if we make it home? This perplexing, good-natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly the whole of Panem believes him to be hopelessly in love with me, and I'll admit it, there are moments when he makes me believe it myself? At least, we'll be friends, I think. Nothing will change the fact that we've saved each other's lives in here. And beyond that, he will always be the boy with the bread. Good friends. Anything beyond that though… and I feel Gale's gray eyes watching me watching Peeta, all the way from District 12.
太阳终于升起了，阳光透过石头缝隙射进来，照在皮塔的脸上。如果我们真能回家，他的生活会变得怎样？这个令人费解可又善良的男孩会编织出令人信服的谎言，让整个帕纳姆国人都相信他已疯狂地爱上了我。而且我也承认，有几次，甚至我都相信了他。至少，我想我们会成为朋友，我们救过彼此的命，这是不容更改的事实。无论怎样，他永远都是那个送给我面包的男孩，是好朋友。除此之外…我感觉盖尔的灰眼睛一直在跟踪着我和皮塔，从十二区直至竞技场。
"Count me in," Peeta says. But I can see he's surprised when I divide the rest of the stew and rice and hand a heaping plate to him. "All this?"
“算我一个。”皮塔说。我把剩下的米饭炖肉递给他，他很吃惊，“都吃了？
"We're wasting hunting time," I say when I finally break away.
“我们在浪费打猎时间。”我最后挣脱了他，说道。
Discomfort causes me to move. I scoot over and shake Peeta's shoulder. His eyes open sleepily and when they focus on me, he pulls me down for a long kiss.
我躺得不舒服，挪了挪身子，又转过身摇摇皮塔的肩膀。他睁开惺忪睡眼，当他清醒过来，目光落到我脸上时，他一下把我推倒，长长地亲吻了我。
"Not us," I say. "We stuff ourselves to give us staying power."
“不啊，”我说，“咱们吃饱了再去，会更有劲。
"I wouldn't call it wasting," he says, giving a big stretch as he sits up. "So do we hunt on empty stomachs to give us an edge?"
“我不这么认为。”他坐起来，伸了个懒腰，“那么，咱们空着肚子是不是更容易打到猎物？
"We'll earn it back today," I say, and we both plow into our plates. Even cold, it's one of the best things I've ever tasted. I abandon my fork and scrape up the last dabs of gravy with my finger. "I can feel Effie Trinket shuddering at my manners."
“咱们今天再把它挣回来。”我说。我们大口吃起来。就算是凉的，这也是我吃过的最好吃的食物。我放下叉子，把最后的一点肉汁用手指刮起来。“艾菲·特琳奇看见我这样子肯定会撇嘴。
"Hey, Effie, watch this!" says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean with his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, "We miss you, Effie!"
“嘿，艾菲，看这个！”皮塔说着，把叉子扔到身后，用舌头把盘子舔干净，同时发出很大的心满意足的声音。然后他朝她来了个飞吻，叫道，“我想念你，艾菲！
"If he's wounded --" I begin.
“如果他受伤了——”我说。
I cover his mouth with my hand, but I'm laughing. "Stop! Cato could be right outside our cave."
我用手捂住他的嘴，可我自己也笑起来。“别叫了，弄不好加图就在洞外面。
"He'll be hunting us by now," says Peeta. "Cato isn't one to wait for his prey to wander by."
“他正在找咱们昵。”皮塔说，“加图不是那种等着猎物上门的人。
"Come on," I say in exasperation, extricating myself from his grasp but not before he gets in another kiss.
“别闹了。”我急了，想从他手中挣开，可他还是抢先吻了我。
He grabs my hand away. "What do I care? I've got you to protect me now," says Peeta, pulling me to him.
他抓住我的手，拉到一边，“我在乎什么？现在有你保护我。”皮塔说，一下把我拉到他跟前。
Once we're packed up and standing outside our cave, our mood shifts to serious. It's as though for the last few days, sheltered by the rocks and the rain and Cato's preoccupation with Thresh, we were given a respite, a holiday of sorts. Now, although the day is sunny and warm, we both sense we're really back in the Games. I hand Peeta my knife, since whatever weapons he once had are long gone, and he slips it into his belt. My last seven arrows -- of the twelve I sacrificed three in the explosion, two at the feast -- rattle a bit too loosely in the quiver. I can't afford to lose any more.
我们打好行囊，来到洞外，立刻严肃起来。过去的几天，加图在追踪萨里什，我们躲在大雨的洞中，紧张的情绪得到暂时的放松，好像度过了一个假期。现在，虽然阳光明媚，天气和暖，可我们两个都觉得又回到了饥饿游戏中。我把刀子递给皮塔，无论他原来曾有过什么武器，现在早已不知去向，他把刀子别在腰里。我最后的七支箭——原来的十二支，在爆炸中用掉三支，宴会时用了两支——在松垮垮的箭袋中哐啷哐啷响。我不能再失掉自己的箭了。
"It won't matter," Peeta breaks in. "If he can move, he's coming."
“没关系，”皮塔打断我的话，“只要他能挪动，就肯定在找咱们。
With all the rain, the stream has overrun its banks by several feet on either side. We stop there to replenish our water. I check the snares I set days ago and come up empty. Not surprising with the weather. Besides, I haven't seen many animals or signs of them in this area.
下了几天雨，两岸的水已经涨高了几英尺。我们停下来往水瓶里灌满水。我检查了一下几天前下的套，什么也没打到。在这样的天气里，也不奇怪。另外，在这一区域，我没见过很多动物的踪迹。
"If we want food, we better head back up to my old hunting grounds," I say.
“如果咱们要打到猎物，最好回到我原来打猎的那块地方。”我说。
"Keep an eye out," I say. "Stay on the rocks as much as possible, no sense in leaving him tracks to follow. And listen for both of us." It's clear, at this point, that the explosion destroyed the hearing in my left ear for good.
“小心观察周围，”我说，“尽量走石头上，没必要给他留下足迹。你要为咱俩仔细听着四周动静。”现在已经很清楚，爆炸彻底弄聋了我的左耳。
"Your call. Just tell me what you need me to do," Peeta says.
“听你的指挥，你只要告诉我该怎么做就行了。”皮塔说。
I'd walk in the water to cover our tracks completely, but I'm not sure Peeta's leg could take the current. Although the drugs have erased the infection, he's still pretty weak. My forehead hurts along the knife cut, but after three days the bleeding has stopped. I wear a bandage around my head though, just in case physical exertion should bring it back.
我走在水里，这样就不会留下任何痕迹。可我不肯定皮塔的伤腿是否能经得住溪流的冲力。尽管药物已起到消炎作用，可他还很虚弱。我头上的刀伤还挺疼，但已过了三天，不流血了，不过我头上还打着绷带，以防外部冲击再次把伤口扯开。
As we head up alongside the stream, we pass the place where I found Peeta camouflaged in the weeds and mud. One good thing, between the downpour and the flooded banks, all signs of his hiding place have been wiped out. That means that, if need be, we can come back to our cave. Otherwise, I wouldn't risk it with Cato after us.
沿着溪流向上游走的时候，我们经过了皮塔在草和泥里伪装自己的地方。还好，在大雨和激流的冲刷下，一切痕迹都荡然无存。这就意味着，如果必要，我们可以返回石洞。否则，我不会冒险让加图跟在我们后面。
The boulders diminish to rocks that eventually turn to pebbles, and then, to my relief, we're back on pine needles and the gentle incline of the forest floor. For the first time, I realize we have a problem. Navigating the rocky terrain with a bad leg -- well, you're naturally going to make some noise. But even on the smooth bed of needles, Peeta is loud. And I mean loud loud, as if he's stomping his feet or something. I turn and look at him.
越往前走，石块变得越小，由大石块变成小石块，最后变为鹅卵石，我松了口气，我们又回到铺满柔软松针的平缓的森林地带。可我第一次意识到我们有一个问题，拖着一条坏腿在乱石满布的地方行走，肯定会产生噪声，就是在铺满松针的柔软的地面行走，皮塔的脚步声也很大。我越想着声音大的问题，就愈发感觉皮塔脚步声很大，好像跺脚一样，我扭过头看着他。
"What?" he asks.
“怎么啦？”他问。
"Really?" he says. "Sorry, I didn't know."
“真的？”他说，“对不起，我不知道。
"You've got to move more quietly," I say. "Forget about Cato, you're chasing off every rabbit in a ten-mile radius."
“你的脚步得轻点，”我说，“忘了加图了吧，你把方圆十英里的兔子都吓跑了。
So, we start up again and he's a tiny bit better, but even with only one working ear, he's making me jump.
我们又往前走，他的脚步声稍微小了一点，可就算只有一只好耳朵，他的声音放在平时也足以让我跳起来。
Needless to say, although it takes several hours to reach my old camp with Rue, I've shot nothing. If the stream would settle down, fish might be an option, but the current is still too strong. As we stop to rest and drink water, I try to work out a solution. Ideally, I'd dump Peeta now with some simple root-gathering chore and go hunt, but then he'd be left with only a knife to defend himself against Cato's spears and superior strength. So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.
不用说，虽然花了几个小时才走到我和露露原来的宿营地，但我一个猎物也没逮到。如果细流平缓，还可以抓鱼；可现在溪流很急。我们坐下休息喝水时，我琢磨着能有什么办法。我留下皮塔采摘植物根，自己去打猎。那样，他就只有一把刀用于自卫并对付加图的长矛，加图显然占有优势。所以最好的办法是把他藏在一个安全的地方，然后去打猎，之后再来找他。可我感觉以他的自负性格，他是不会同意这么做的。
"Can you take your boots off?" I suggest.
“你能把靴子脱掉吗？”我建议他。
"Yes," I say patiently. "I will, too. That way we'll both be quieter." Like I was making any noise. So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there's some improvement, I could swear he's making an effort to snap every branch we encounter.
“是的，”我耐心地说，“我也脱掉，这样咱俩声音都轻得多。”这么说就好像我也发出挺大声音似的。随后，我们俩都脱掉靴子和袜子。声音是小些了，但我肯定他正用力踩折每一根树枝。
"Here?" he asks in disbelief, as if I'd asked him to walk barefoot on hot coals or something. I have to remind myself that he's still not used to the woods, that it's the scary, forbidden place beyond the fences of District 12. I think of Gale, with his velvet tread. It's eerie how little sound he makes, even when the leaves have fallen and it's a challenge to move at all without chasing off the game. I feel certain he's laughing back home.
“在这里？”他以怀疑的口气问，好像我要他光脚在火炭上走似的。我不得不提醒自己他还很不适应森林，那里是十二区围障外的可怕禁区。这时我又想起盖尔轻盈的脚步。他的声音那么小，真奇怪，当树叶掉光的时候，即使不追赶猎物，悄声地在地面上走也很困难。我敢肯定，他正在家里笑呢！
"Katniss," he says. "We need to split up. I know I'm chasing away the game."
“凯特尼斯，”他说，“咱们得分开，我知道我把猎物都吓跑了。
"Only because your leg's hurt," I say generously, because really, you can tell that's only a small part of the problem.
“只是因为你的腿受了伤。”我说，很体谅他。实际上，这也只是一个小问题。
"I know," he says. "So, why don't you go on? Show me some plants to gather and that way we'll both be useful."
“我知道，”他说，“那你干吗不继续往前走？给我说说哪些植物能吃，这样咱俩都能有活干。
"Not if Cato comes and kills you." I tried to say it in a nice way, but it still sounds like I think he's a weakling.
“加图来追杀你，就不好了。”我尽量用温和的语气说，可听上去好像还是我觉得他是弱者。
Surprisingly, he just laughs. "Look, I can handle Cato. I fought him before, didn't I?"
令人吃惊的是，他只笑笑。“你瞧，我能对付加图，我以前跟他较量过，不是吗？
"What if you show me what's edible around here and go get us some meat?" he says, mimicking my tone. "Just don't go far, in case you need help."
“你告诉我什么能吃，然后你去弄点肉吃，你看怎么样？”他说，模仿着我的口气，“只是不要走远，万一你需要帮助呢。
I sigh and show him some roots to dig. We do need food, no question. One apple, two rolls, and a blob of cheese the size of a plum won't last long. I'll just go a short distance and hope Cato is a long way off.
我只好叹口气，告诉他哪些植物根、哪些野菜能吃。我们确实需要食物，毫无疑问。一只苹果、两个蛋卷和李子大的一块奶酪坚持不了多久。我只向别处走一小段距离，也希望加图还在离此很远的地方。
Yeah, and that turned out great. You ended up dying in a mud bank. That's what I want to say, but I can't. He did save my life by taking on Cato after all. I try another tactic. "What if you climbed up in a tree and acted as a lookout while I hunted?" I say, trying to make it sound like very important work.
是的，他干得很棒，结果躺在泥地上差点死掉，这是我想说的，可我不能这么说。他确实和加图正面冲突，并救了我一命，我试着用另一种策略说服他。“你爬到树上担任岗哨，我来打猎，你看怎么样？”我说道，尽量使他的工作听上去很重要。
I teach him a bird whistle -- not a melody like Rue's but a simple two-note whistle -- which we can use to communicate that we're all right. Fortunately, he's good at this. Leaving him with the pack, I head off.
我又教会他一种鸟鸣——不是露露的那种优美曲调，而是一种简单的两个音符的呜叫——这样我们可以彼此联络，报个平安。幸运的是，他很快学会了。把行囊留给他，我就去打猎了。
As I travel the short distance back, I realize we haven't exchanged signals in a while. When my whistle receives no response, I run. In no time, I find the pack, a neat pile of roots beside it. The sheet of plastic has been laid on the ground where the sun can reach the single layer of berries that covers it. But where is he?
我开始往回走。想到有一会儿没联系了，我马上发出鸟鸣，但没有回音。我赶快往回跑，很快，我看到背包，旁边整齐地放着一堆植物根，地上铺着的一块塑料布上摆着一层浆果，太阳斜斜地照在上面。可他在哪儿？
I feel like I'm eleven again, tethered not to the safety of the fence but to Peeta, allowing myself twenty, maybe thirty yards of hunting space. Away from him though, the woods come alive with animal sounds. Reassured by his periodic whistles, I allow myself to drift farther away, and soon have two rabbits and a fat squirrel to show for it. I decide it's enough. I can set snares and maybe get some fish. With Peeta's roots, this will be enough for now.
我觉得自己又回到了十一岁，以前的安全活动范围以篱笆为界，现在以皮塔为标，我只允许自己走出离皮塔二十也许三十码的距离。尽管离得不远，皮塔不在跟前，森林里又重新活跃着动物的身影和声音。听到他发出的鸟鸣，我很放心，又往稍远的地方走去。很快，我就打到了两只兔子和一只肥肥的松鼠。我觉得够了，可以再下一些套，抓几条鱼，再加上皮塔挖的植物根、野菜，就够吃一阵子了。
"Peeta!" I call out in a panic. "Peeta!" I turn to the rustle of brush and almost send an arrow through him. Fortunately, I pull my bow at the last second and it sticks in an oak trunk to his left. He jumps back, flinging a handful of berries into the foliage.
“皮塔！”我喊道，心里一阵慌乱。“皮塔！”旁边的灌木丛发出沙沙的声音，我举箭射去，差点穿透皮塔心脏。幸运的是，我在最后一秒钟拉高弓箭，箭正好射在他左边的一棵橡树干上。他向后跳了一步，把手里捧着的浆果扔了一地。
My fear comes out as anger. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be here, not running around in the woods!"
我又惊又气，“你干什么呢？你应该待在这儿，不要到林子里乱跑！
"I whistled. Why didn't you whistle back?" I snap at him.
“我鸟鸣，你怎么没有回音？”我抢白他说。
"I found some berries down by the stream," he says, clearly confused by my outburst.
“我发现溪边有些浆果。”他说，被我的愤怒搞得一头雾水。
"No, I'm fine." Peeta wraps his arms around me, but I don't respond. "Katniss?"
“不，我很好。”皮塔把我拥在怀里，可我没有反应。“凯特尼斯！
"All right!" he says.
“好的！”他说。
"I didn't hear. The water's too loud, I guess," he says. He crosses and puts his hands on my shoulders. That's when I feel that I'm trembling.
“我没听见，水声太大了吧，我想。”他说。他走过来，把双手放在我肩上，这时我才发现我在发抖。
"I thought Cato killed you!" I almost shout.
“我以为加图杀了你！”我几乎是喊出来的。
"All right. Because that's what happened with Rue, and I watched her die!" I say. I turn away from him, go to the pack and open a fresh bottle of water, although I still have some in mine. But I'm not ready to forgive him. I notice the food. The rolls and apples are untouched, but someone's definitely picked away part of the cheese. "And you ate without me!" I really don't care, I just want something else to be mad about.
“好的。因为露露就是这么出事的，我眼看着她死去！”我说。我转过身背对着他，又从背包里拿出一瓶水，尽管我自己的瓶里还有水。我不打算原谅他。我注意到那些食物，苹果和蛋卷都没动，可奶酪显然有人拿走了一些。“我不在时，你还一个人吃东西！”其实，我并不在乎，只是想找他的茬。
I push away, trying to sort out my feelings. "If two people agree on a signal, they stay in range. Because if one of them doesn't answer, they're in trouble, all right?"
我把他推开，极力镇静下来。“如果两个人约好用一个信号，他们就得这么做，要是有一个人不回答，那就是说他有麻烦了，咱们说好了？
"Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese," I say.
“噢，我猜是苹果吃了奶酪。”我说。
"What? No, I didn't," Peeta says.
“什么？不，我没吃。”皮塔说。
"I don't know what ate the cheese," Peeta says slowly and distinctly, as if trying not to lose his temper, "but it wasn't me. I've been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?"
“我不知道是什么东西吃了奶酪。”皮塔慢慢地、一字一句地说，像是在尽力克制自己不要发脾气。“可不是我，我一直在溪边摘浆果，你想来点吗？
My father's voice comes back to me. "Not these, Katniss. Never these. They're nightlock. You'll be dead before they reach your stomach."
爸爸的声音在耳边回响。“这个不能吃，凯特尼斯，永远都别碰这个。这是‘索命果’，还没到肚子里，你就会被毒死。
I would actually, but I don't want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I've never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These aren't Rue's berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers.
我其实挺想吃的，但我不想这么快就这么算了。我走过去看着这些浆果，我以前从来没见过这个品种。噢，不，我见过，但不是在竞技场。尽管外形很像露露说起的那种浆果，但却不是，也不像我在训练中认识的浆果。我俯身拿起一些，在指间翻弄着。
Just then, the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapse to the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hovercraft appears a hundred yards or so away. What's left of Foxface's emaciated body is lifted into the air. I can see the red glint of her hair in the sunlight.
就在这时，炮声响了。我一闪身，以为皮塔会应声倒地，可他只抬了下眉毛。直升机在约一百码外的地方出现，把狐狸脸干瘦的身躯吊到空中。我可以看到她的头发在阳光下闪着红色的光。
I stop him, suddenly calm. "No, Peeta, she's your kill, not Cato's."
我镇静下来，制止住他。“不，皮塔，她是你杀死的，不是加图。
I should have known the moment I saw the missing cheese…
刚才我第一眼看到奶酪时，就应该想到是她…
Peeta has me by the arm, pushing me toward a tree. "Climb. He'll be here in a second. We'll stand a better chance fighting him from above."
皮塔拉着我的胳膊，把我向一棵树推去，“往上爬，他一会儿就会到，咱们在树上攻击他更有利。
"What? I haven't even seen her since the first day," he says. "How could I have killed her?"
“什么？我从第一天起就没见过她，我怎么会杀死她？”他说。
In answer, I hold out the berries.
为了回答他的问题，我举起手里的浆果。