"You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch.
"Myah have a myaitor myah, Myaslan," Aslan said in a high-pitched, mocking tone, as if to himself. It was kind of shitty of him, and no one quite knew what to say.
"I -- Have you forgotten the Deep Magic?" asked the Witch, collecting herself.
"Yeah," said Aslan. "Sorry."
"I must tell you?" said the Witch, her voice going suddenly shriller. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone which stands beside us? Tell you what is written in letters deep as a spear is long on the firestones on the Secret Hill? Tell you what is engraved on the sceptre of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea? You at least know the Magic which the Emperor put into Narnia at the very beginning. You know that every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have a right to a kill."
"And so," continued the Witch, "that human creature is mine. His life is forfeit to me. His blood is my property."
"Okay," said Aslan.
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