He was killed five miles from the castle after a splendid run.

And when a pinkugger had been secured and half a dozen graibeeste, the hunt rode slowly home.
'We only hunt to kill and we only kill for food,' the Lord High Islander said.
'But,' said Philip, 'I thought Noah's ark animals turned into wood when they were dead ?' 'Not if you kill for food.

The intention makes all the difference.

I had a plum-cake intention when we put up the blugraiwee, the pinkugger I made a bread and butter intention about, and the graibeestes I intended for rice pudding and prunes and toffee and ices and all sorts of odd things.

So, of course, when we come to cut them up they'll _be_ what I intended.' 'I see,' said Philip, jogging along on his camel.