And so the girls did what they would never have dared to do without his permission， but what they had longed to do ever since they first saw him-buried their cold hands in the beautiful sea of fur and stroked it and， so doing， walked with him. And presently they saw that they were going with him up the slope of the hill on which the Stone Table stood. They went up at the side where the trees came furthest up， and when they got to the last tree （it was one that hadsome bushes about it） Aslan stopped and said，“Oh， children， children. Here you must stop. And whatever happens， do not let yourselves be seen. Farewell.”
And both the girls cried bitterly （though they hardly knew why） and clung to the Lion and kissed his mane and his nose and his paws and his great， sad eyes. Then he turned from them and walked out on to the top of the hill. And Lucy and Susan， crouching in the bushes， looked after him， and this is what they saw.
A great crowd of people were standing all round the Stone Table and though the moon was shining many of them carried torches which burned with evil-looking red flames and black smoke. But such people！ Ogres with monstrous teeth， and wolves， and bull-headedmen； spirits of evil trees and poisonous plants； and other creatures whom I won’t describe because if I did the grown-ups would probably not let you read this book-Cruels and Hags and Incubuses， Wraiths， Horrors， Efreets， Sprites， Orknies， Wooses， and Ettins. In fact here were all those who were on the Witch‘s side and whom the Wolf had summoned at her command. And right in the middle， standing by the Table， was the Witch herself.
A howl and a gibber of dismay went up from the creatures when they first saw the great Lion pacing towards them， and for a moment even the Witch seemed to be struck with fear. 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.”
Another roar of mean laughter went up from her followers as an ogre with a pair of shears came forward and squatted down by Aslan‘s head. Snip-snip-snip went the shears and masses of curling gold began to fall to the ground. Then the ogre stood back and the children， watching from their hiding-place， could see the face of Aslan looking all small and different without its mane. The enemies also saw the difference.
“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 ofcreatures 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.
