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"
Truly
,
"
says
Cinna
.
He
leans
down
and
kisses
me
on
the
forehead
"
Good
luck
,
girl
on
fire
.
"
And
then
a
glass
cylinder
is
lowering
around
me
,
breaking
our
handhold
,
cutting
him
off
from
me
.
He
taps
his
fingers
under
his
chin
.
Head
high
.
I
lift
my
chin
and
stand
as
straight
as
I
can
.
The
cylinder
begins
to
rise
.
For
maybe
fifteen
seconds
,
I
'm
in
darkness
and
then
I
can
feel
the
metal
plate
pushing
me
out
of
the
cylinder
,
into
the
open
air
.
For
a
moment
,
my
eyes
are
dazzled
by
the
bright
sunlight
and
I
'm
conscious
only
of
a
strong
wind
with
the
hopeful
smell
of
pine
trees
.
Then
I
hear
the
legendary
announcer
,
Claudius
Templesmith
,
as
his
voice
booms
all
around
me
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
let
the
Seventy-fourth
Hunger
Games
begin
!
"
Sixty
seconds
.
That
's
how
long
we
're
required
to
stand
on
our
metal
circles
before
the
sound
of
a
gong
releases
us
.
Step
off
before
the
minute
is
up
,
and
land
mines
blow
your
legs
off
.
Sixty
seconds
to
take
in
the
ring
of
tributes
all
equidistant
from
the
Cornucopia
,
a
giant
golden
horn
shaped
like
a
cone
with
a
curved
tail
,
the
mouth
of
which
is
at
least
twenty
feet
high
,
spilling
over
with
the
things
that
will
give
us
life
here
in
the
arena
.
Food
,
containers
of
water
,
weapons
,
medicine
,
garments
,
fire
starters
.
Strewn
around
the
Cornucopia
are
other
supplies
,
their
value
decreasing
the
farther
they
are
from
the
horn
.
For
instance
,
only
a
few
steps
from
my
feet
lays
a
three-foot
square
of
plastic
.
Certainly
it
could
be
of
some
use
in
a
downpour
.
But
there
in
the
mouth
,
I
can
see
a
tent
pack
that
would
protect
from
almost
any
sort
of
weather
.
If
I
had
the
guts
to
go
in
and
fight
for
it
against
the
other
twenty-three
tributes
.
Which
I
have
been
instructed
not
to
do
.
We
're
on
a
flat
,
open
stretch
of
ground
.
A
plain
of
hard-packed
dirt
.
Behind
the
tributes
across
from
me
,
I
can
see
nothing
,
indicating
either
a
steep
downward
slope
or
even
cliff
.
To
my
right
lies
a
lake
.
To
my
left
and
back
,
spars
piney
woods
.
This
is
where
Haymitch
would
want
me
to
go
.
Immediately
.
I
hear
his
instructions
in
my
head
.
"
Just
clear
out
,
put
as
much
distance
as
you
can
between
yourselves
and
the
others
,
and
find
a
source
of
water
.
"
But
it
's
tempting
,
so
tempting
,
when
I
see
the
bounty
waiting
there
before
me
.
And
I
know
that
if
I
do
n't
get
it
,
someone
else
will
.
That
the
Career
Tributes
who
survive
the
bloodbath
will
divide
up
most
of
these
life-sustaining
spoils
.
Something
catches
my
eye
.
There
,
resting
on
a
mound
of
blanket
rolls
,
is
a
silver
sheath
of
arrows
and
a
bow
,
already
strung
,
just
waiting
to
be
engaged
.
That
's
mine
,
I
think
.
It
's
meant
for
me
.
