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Amazingly similar in the execution。 A bow pulled； an arrow shot。 Entirely different in the aftermath。 I killed a boy whose name I donˇt even know。 Somewhere his family is weeping for him。 His friends call for my blood。 Maybe he had a girlfriend who really believed he would e back 。 。 。
But then I think of Rueˇs still body and Iˇm able to banish the boy from my mind。 At least； for now。
Itˇs been an uneventful day according to the sky。 No deaths。 I wonder how long weˇll get until the next catastrophe drives us back together。 If itˇs going to be tonight； I want to get some sleep first。 I cover my good ear to block out the strains of the anthem； but then I hear the trumpets and sit straight up in anticipation。
For the most part； the only munication the tributes get from outside the arena is the nightly death toll。 But occasionally； there will be trumpets followed by an announcement。 Usually； this will be a call to a feast。 When food is scarce； the Gamemakers will invite the players to a banquet； somewhere known to all like the Cornucopia； as an inducement to gather and fight。 Sometimes there is a feast and sometimes thereˇs nothing but a loaf of stale bread for the tributes to pete for。 I wouldnˇt go in for the food； but this could be an ideal time to take out a few petitors。
Claudius Templesmithˇs voice booms down from overhead； congratulating the six of us who remain。 But he is not inviting us to a feast。 Heˇs saying something very confusing。 Thereˇs been a rule change in the Games。 A rule change！ That in itself is mind bending since we donˇt really have any rules to speak of except donˇt step off your circle for sixty seconds and the unspoken rule about not eating one another。 Under the new rule； both tributes from the same district will be declared winners if they are the last two alive。 Claudius pauses； as if he knows weˇre not getting it； and repeats the change again。
The news sinks in。 Two tributes can win this year。 If theyˇre from the same district。 Both can live。 Both of us can live。
Before I can stop myself； I call out Peetaˇs name。
PART III
〃THE VICTOR〃
19
I clap my hands over my mouth； but the sound has already escaped。 The sky goes black and I hear a chorus of frogs begin to sing。 Stupid！ I tell myself。 What a stupid thing to do！ I wait； frozen； for the woods to e alive with assailants。 Then I remember thereˇs almost no one left。
Peeta； whoˇs been wounded； is now my ally。 Whatever doubts Iˇve had about him dissipate because if either of us took the otherˇs life now weˇd be pariahs when we returned to District 12。 In fact； I know if I was watching Iˇd loathe any tribute who didnˇt immediately ally with their district partner。 Besides； it just makes sense to protect each other。 And in my case being one of the star…crossed lovers from District 12 itˇs an absolute requirement if I want any more help from sympathetic sponsors。
The star…crossed lovers 。 。 。 Peeta must have been playing that angle all along。 Why else would the Gamemakers have made this unprecedented change in the rules？ For two tributes to have a shot at winning； our ¨romance〃 must be so popular with the audience that condemning it would jeopardize the success of the Games。 No thanks to me。 All Iˇve done is managed not to kill Peeta。 But whatever heˇs done in the arena； he must have the audience convinced it was to keep me alive。 Shaking his head to keep me from running to the Cornucopia。 Fighting Cato to let me escape。 Even hooking up with the Careers must have been a move to protect me。 Peeta； it turns out； has never been a danger to me。
The thought makes me smile。 I drop my hands and hold my face up to the moonlight so the cameras can be sure to catch it。
So； who is there left to be afraid of？ Foxface？ The boy tribute from her district is dead。 Sheˇs operating alone； at night。 And her strategy has been to evade； not attack。 I donˇt really think that； even if she heard my voice； sheˇd do anything but hope someone else would kill me。
Then thereˇs Thresh。 All right； heˇs a distinct threat。 But I havenˇt seen him； not once； since the Games began。 I think about how Foxface grew alarmed when she heard a sound at the site of the explosion。 But she didnˇt turn to the Woods； she turned to whatever lies across from it。 To that area of the arena that drops off into I donˇt know what。 I feel almost certain that the person she ran from was Thresh and that is his domain。 Heˇd never have heard me from there and； even if he did； Iˇm up too high for someone his size to reach。
So that leaves Cato and the girl from District 2； who are now surely celebrating the new rule。 Theyˇre the only ones left who benefit from it besides Peeta and myself。 Do I run from them now； on the chance they heard me call Peetaˇs name？ No； I think。 Let them e。 Let them e with their night…vision glasses and their heavy； branch…breaking bodies。
Right into the range of my arrows。 But I know they wonˇt。 If they didnˇt e in daylight to my fire； they wonˇt risk what could be another trap at night。 When they e； it will be on their own terms； not because Iˇve let them know my whereabouts。
Stay put and get some sleep； Katniss； I instruct myself； although I wish I could start tracking Peeta now。 Tomorrow； youˇll find him。
I do sleep； but in the morning Iˇm extra…cautious； thinking that while the Careers might hesitate to attack me in a tree； theyˇre pletely capable of setting an ambush for me。 I make sure to fully prepare myself for the day eating a big breakfast； securing my pack； readying my weapons before I descend。 But all seems peaceful and undisturbed on the ground。
Today Iˇll have to be scrupulously careful。 The Careers will know Iˇm trying to locate Peeta。 They may well want to wait until I do before they move in。 If heˇs as badly wounded as Cato thinks； Iˇd be in the position of having to defend us both without any assistance。 But if heˇs that incapacitated； how has he managed to stay alive？ And how on earth will I find him？
I try to think of anything Peeta ever said that might give me an indication as to where heˇs hiding out； but nothing rings a bell。 So I go back to the last moment I saw him sparkling in t