“Muzzle him！” said the Witch. And even now， as they worked about his face putting on the muzzle， one bite from his jaws would have cost two or three of them theirhands. But he never moved. And this seemed to enrage all that rabble. Everyone was at him now. Those who had been afraid to come near him even after he was bound began to find their courage， and for a few minutes the two girls could not even see him.so thickly was he surrounded by the whole crowd of creatures kicking him， hitting him， spitting on him， jeering at him.
At last the rabble had had enough of this. They began to drag the bound and muzzled Lion to the Stone Table， some pulling and some pushing. He was so huge that even when they got him there it took all their efforts to hoist him on to the surface of it. Then there was more tying and tightening of cords.
“The cowards！ The cowards！” sobbed Susan. “Are theystill afraid of him， even now？”
