Aslan never moves while the muzzle goes on, and the creatures are very much emboldened by this, kicking him, spitting on him, pinching him while they cooperate to heave his great body up onto the Stone Table. All of this amuses the Witch very much.

The creatures snug the cords around his paws. Addenda are made to the mass of them until there's barely any lion left visible.

And the Witch draws a wicked knife and a whetstone and begins to sharpen her blade.