Come on, faster! Maugrim will soon bring us news. Four thrones at Cair Parivel. Mmm, but if only three were occupied the prophecy would not be fulfilled. He may not stay for long, and then we could attack the three at the castle. Much better to kill him now! I would have liked to have done it at the Stone Table itself. That is the proper place. That is where it has always been done before.

A wolf killed! Killed by a son of Adam! Then summon all our people to meet me here as speedily as they can. Call out the Giants, the Werewolves, the Spirits of all those trees that are on our side. Call out the Ghouls, the Boggles, the Ogres, the Trolls and the Minotaurs.
Call out the Cruels, the Wickeds, the Hags, the Spectres and all the people of the Poisonous Toadstools. We will fight and we will win. Have I not still my magic wand? Can we not turn their miserable army to stone? When we are assembled, we will all march on the Stone Table. Now, let us get on with this lesser matter. Prepare the vermin.

You have a traitor there, Aslan. Have you forgotten the deep magic - what is written in letters as deep as a spearhead is long on the Stone Table that stands there, beside us?
You know very well that every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey, and that for every treachery, I have a right to kill.
That human creature, that son of Adam, is mine. His life is forfeit to me. His blood is my property.

(Disarming Peter with her gaze and laughing) Little fool! Do you really think that you can rob me by my rights by mere force? Your master knows the Deep Magic much better than that. Unless I have blood, as the Law says, all Narnia will be overwhelmed and perish in fire and water!