ined streets。 The ride lasts about twenty minutes and ends up at the City Circle； where they will wele us； play the anthem； and escort us into the Training Center； which will be our home/prison until the Games begin。
The tributes from District 1 ride out in a chariot pulled by snow…white horses。 They look so beautiful； spray…painted silver； in tasteful tunics glittering with jewels。 District 1 makes luxury items for the Capitol。 You can hear the roar of the crowd。 They are always favorites。
District 2 gets into position to follow them。 In no time at all； we are approaching the door and I can see that between the overcast sky and evening hour the light is turning gray。 The tributes from District 11 are just rolling out when Cinna appears with a lighted torch。 ¨Here we go then；〃 he says； and before we can react he sets our capes on fire。 I gasp； waiting for the heat； but there is only a faint tickling sensation。 Cinna climbs up before us and ignites our headdresses。 He lets out a sign of relief。 ¨It works。〃 Then he gently tucks a hand under my chin。 ¨Remember； heads high。 Smiles。 Theyˇre going to love you！〃
Cinna jumps off the chariot and has one last idea。 He shouts something up at us； but the music drowns him out。 He shouts again and gestures。
¨Whatˇs he saying？〃 I ask Peeta。 For the first time； I look at him and realize that ablaze with the fake flames； he is dazzling。 And I must be； too。
¨I think he said for us to hold hands；〃 says Peeta。 He grabs my right hand in his left； and we look to Cinna for confirmation。 He nods and gives a thumbs…up； and thatˇs the last thing I see before we enter the city。
The crowdˇs initial alarm at our appearance quickly changes to cheers and shouts of ¨District Twelve！〃 Every head is turned our way； pulling the focus from the three chariots ahead of us。 At first； Iˇm frozen； but then I catch sight of us on a large television screen and am floored by how breathtaking we look。 In the deepening twilight； the firelight illuminates our faces。 We seem to be leaving a trail of fire off the flowing capes。 Cinna was right about the minimal makeup； we both look more attractive but utterly recognizable。
Remember； heads high。 Smiles。 Theyˇre going to love you！ I hear Cinnaˇs voice in my head。 I lift my chin a bit higher； put on my most winning smile； and wave with my free hand。 Iˇm glad now I have Peeta to clutch for balance； he is so steady； solid as a rock。 As I gain confidence； I actually blow a few kisses to the crowd。 The people of the Capitol are going nuts； showering us with flowers； shouting our names； our first names； which they have bothered to find on the program。
The pounding music； the cheers； the admiration work their way into my blood； and I canˇt suppress my excitement。 Cinna has given me a great advantage。 No one will forget me。 Not my look； not my name。 Katniss。 The girl who was on fire。
For the first time； I feel a flicker of hope rising up in me。 Surely； there must be one sponsor willing to take me on！ And with a little extra help； some food； the right weapon； why should I count myself out of the Games？
Someone throws me a red rose。 I catch it； give it a delicate sniff； and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver。 A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss； as if it were a real and tangible thing。
¨Katniss！ Katniss！〃 I can hear my name being called from all sides。 Everyone wants my kisses。
Itˇs not until we enter the City Circle that I realize I must have pletely stopped the circulation in Peetaˇs hand。 Thatˇs how tightly Iˇve been holding it。 I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp； but he regains his grip on me。 ¨No； donˇt let go of me；〃 he says。 The firelight flickers off his blue eyes。 ¨Please。 I might fall out of this thing。〃
¨Okay；〃 I say。 So I keep holding on； but I canˇt help feeling strange about the way Cinna has linked us together。 Itˇs not really fair to present us as a team and then lock us into the arena to kill each other。
The twelve chariots fill the loop of the City Circle。 On the buildings that surround the Circle； every window is packed with the most prestigious citizens of the Capitol。 Our horses pull our chariot right up to President Snowˇs mansion； and we e to a halt。 The music ends with a flourish。
The president； a small； thin man with paper…white hair； gives the official wele from a balcony above us。 It is traditional to cut away to the faces of the tributes during the speech。 But I can see on the screen that we are getting way more than our share of airtime。 The darker it bees； the more difficult it is to take your eyes off our flickering。 When the national anthem plays； they do make an effort to do a quick cut around to each pair of tributes； but the camera holds on the District 12 chariot as it parades around the circle one final time and disappears into the Training Center。
The doors have only just shut behind us when weˇre engulfed by the prep teams； who are nearly unintelligible as they babble out praise。 As I glance around； I notice a lot of the other tributes are shooting us dirty looks； which confirms what Iˇve suspected； weˇve literally outshone them all。 Then Cinna and Portia are there； helping us down from the chariot； carefully removing our flaming capes and headdresses。 Portia extinguishes them with some kind of spray from a canister。
I realize Iˇm still glued to Peeta and force my stiff fingers to open。 We both massage our hands。
¨Thanks for keeping hold of me。 I was getting a little shaky there；〃 says Peeta。
¨It didnˇt show；〃 I tell him。 ¨Iˇm sure no one noticed。〃
¨Iˇm sure they didnˇt notice anything but you。 You should wear flames more often；〃 he says。 ¨They suit you。〃 And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me。
A warning bell goes off in my head。 Donˇt be so stupid。 Peeta is planning how to kill you； I remind myself。 He is luring you into make you easy prey。 The more likable he is； the more deadly he is。
But because two can play at this game； I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek。 Right on his bruise。
6
The Training Center has a tower designed exclusively for the tributes and their teams。 This will be our home until the actual Games begin。 Each district has an entire floor。 You simply step onto an elevator and press the number of your district。 Easy enough to remember。
Iˇve ridden the elevator a couple of times in the Justice Building back in District 12。 Once to receive the medal for my fatherˇs death and then yesterday to say my final goodbyes to my friends and family。 But thatˇs a dark and creaky thing that moves like a snail and smells of sour milk。 The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air。 Itˇs exhilarating and Iˇm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again； but somehow that seems childish。
Apparently； Effie Trinketˇs duties did not conclude at the station。 She and Haymitch will be overseeing us right into the arena。 In a way； thatˇs a plus because at least she can be counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we havenˇt seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train。 Probably passed out somewhere。 Effie Trinket； on the other hand； seems to be flying high。 Weˇre the first team sheˇs ever chaperoned that made a splash at the opening ceremonies。 Sheˇs plimentary about not just our costumes but how we conducted ourselves。 And； to hear her tell it； Effie knows everyone whoˇs anyone in the Capitol and has been talking us up all day； trying to win us sponsors。
¨Iˇve been very mysterious； though；〃 she says； her eyes squint half shut。 ¨Because； of course； Haymitch hasnˇt bothered to tell me your strategies。 But Iˇve done my best with what I had to work with。 How Katniss sacrificed herself for her sister。 How youˇve both successfully struggled to overe the barbarism of your district。〃
Barbarism？ Thatˇs ironic ing from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter。 And whatˇs she basing our success on？ Our table manners？
¨Everyone has their reservations； naturally。 You being from the coal district。 B