And they hunt on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.

They hunt big game, the fierce ambergris who is grey with a yellow stomach and the bigger graibeestes.

Now we'll have dinner the minute we get in, and then we must talk about It.' The game was skinned and cut up in the courtyard, and the intentions of the Lord High Islander had certainly been carried out.

For the blugraiwee was plum-cake, and the other animals just what was needed.
And after dinner the Lord High Islander took Lucy and Philip up on to the top of the highest tower, and the three lay in the sun eating toffee and gazing out over the sea at the faint distant blue of the island.
'The island where we aren't allowed to go,' as the Lord High Islander sadly pointed out.
'Now,' said Lucy gently, 'you won't mind telling us what you're afraid of?
Don't mind telling us.

_We're_ afraid too; we're afraid of all sorts of things quite often.' 'Speak for yourself,' said Philip, but not unkindly.