Then she recovered herself and gave a wild fierce laugh.
“The fool！” she cried. “The fool has come. Bind him fast.” Lucy and Susan held their breaths waiting for Aslan’s roar and his spring upon his enemies. But it never came. Four Hags， grinning and leering， yet also （at first） hanging back and half afraid of what they had to do， had approached him. “Bind him， I say！” repeated the White Witch. The Hags made a dart at him and shrieked with triumph when they found that he made no resistance at all. Then others.evil dwarfs and apes.rushed in to help them， and between them they rolled the huge Lion over on his back and tied all his four paws together， shouting and cheering as if they had done something brave， though， had the Lion chosen， one of those paws could have been the death of them all. But he made no noise， even when the enemies， straining and tugging， pulled the cords so tight that they cut into his flesh.
Then they began to drag him towards the Stone Table.
“Stop！” said the Witch. “Let him first be shaved.”
