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"
Why
,
he
’
s
only
a
great
cat
after
all
!
"
cried
one
.
"
Is
that
what
we
were
afraid
of
?
"
said
another
.
And
they
surged
round
Aslan
,
jeering
at
him
,
saying
things
like
"
Puss
,
Puss
!
Poor
Pussy
,
"
and
"
How
many
mice
have
you
caught
today
,
Cat
?
"
and
"
Would
you
like
a
saucer
of
milk
,
Pussums
?
"
"
Oh
,
how
can
they
?
"
said
Lucy
,
tears
streaming
down
her
cheeks
.
"
The
brutes
,
the
brutes
!
"
for
now
that
the
first
shock
was
over
the
shorn
face
of
Aslan
looked
to
her
braver
,
and
more
beautiful
,
and
more
patient
than
ever
.
"
Muzzle
him
!
"
said
the
Witch
.
And
even
now
,
as
they
worked
about
his
face
putting
on
the
muzzle
,
one
bite
from
his
jaws
would
have
cost
two
or
three
of
them
their
hands
.
But
he
never
moved
.
And
this
seemed
to
enrage
all
that
rabble
.
Everyone
was
at
him
now
.
Those
who
had
been
afraid
to
come
near
him
even
after
he
was
bound
began
to
find
their
courage
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
the
two
girls
could
not
even
see
him
-
so
thickly
was
he
surrounded
by
the
whole
crowd
of
creatures
kicking
him
,
hitting
him
,
spitting
on
him
,
jeering
at
him
.
At
last
the
rabble
had
had
enough
of
this
.
They
began
to
drag
the
bound
and
muzzled
Lion
to
the
Stone
Table
,
some
pulling
and
some
pushing
.
He
was
so
huge
that
even
when
they
got
him
there
it
took
all
their
efforts
to
hoist
him
on
to
the
surface
of
it
.
Then
there
was
more
tying
and
tightening
of
cords
.
"
The
cowards
!
The
cowards
!
"
sobbed
Susan
.
"
Are
they
still
afraid
of
him
,
even
now
?
"
When
once
Aslan
had
been
tied
(
and
tied
so
that
he
was
really
a
mass
of
cords
)
on
the
flat
stone
,
a
hush
fell
on
the
crowd
.
Four
Hags
,
holding
four
torches
,
stood
at
the
corners
of
the
Table
.
The
Witch
bared
her
arms
as
she
had
bared
them
the
previous
night
when
it
had
been
Edmund
instead
of
Aslan
.
Then
she
began
to
whet
her
knife
.
It
looked
to
the
children
,
when
the
gleam
of
the
torchlight
fell
on
it
,
as
if
the
knife
were
made
of
stone
,
not
of
steel
,
and
it
was
of
a
strange
and
evil
shape
.
As
last
she
drew
near
.
She
stood
by
Aslan
’
s
head
.
Her
face
was
working
and
twitching
with
passion
,
but
his
looked
up
at
the
sky
,
still
quiet
,
neither
angry
nor
afraid
,
but
a
little
sad
.
Then
,
just
before
she
gave
the
blow
,
she
stooped
down
and
said
in
a
quivering
voice
,
