Aslan looked down at the two bound children at the feet of the witch. She smiled cruelly. “Now let me hear what you will offer?” she said.

The voice of the lion said, “who has eaten and drunk in my house is my guest. Under the old laws of hospitality, they are under my protection for seven days.”
The witch sneered. “Your house? Mortals built it themselves. Your food and drink? Men broke that bread and poured that drink.”

In an even softer voice, the Lion said, “Beware. What is built for me I accept. Food and drink prepared by my servants is prepared by me.”

At this, the witch, who had been growing paler and paler, broke and fled.