"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…