“And so，” continued the Witch， “that human creature is mine. His life is forfeit to me. His blood is my property.”
“Come and take it then，” said the Bull with the man’s head in a great bellowing voice.
“Fool，” said the Witch with a savage smile that was almosta snarl， “do you really think your master can rob me of my rights by mere force？ He knows the Deep Magic better than that. He knows that unless I have blood as the Law says， all Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water.”
“It is very true，” said Aslan. “I do not deny it.”
“Oh， Aslan！” whispered Susan in the Lion‘s ear. “Can’t we.I mean， you won‘t， will you？ Can’t we do something about the Deep Magic？ Isn‘t there something you can work against it？”
“Work against the Emperor’s Magic？” said Aslan， turning to her with something like a frown on his face. And nobody ever made that suggestion to him again.
Edmund was on the other side of Aslan， looking all the time at Aslan‘s face. He felt a choking feeling and wondered if he ought to say something； but a moment later he felt that he was not expected to do anything except to wait， and do what he was told.
“Fall back， all of you，” said Aslan， “and I will talk to the Witch alone.”
