The Witch: Then you’ll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property. (At this, Edmund’s older brother Peter unsheathes his sword and steps toward the Witch.)
Peter: Try and take him then.
The Witch: Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right, little king? Aslan knows that unless I have blood, as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water. That boy will die on the Stone Table as is tradition. You dare not refuse me.
Aslan: Enough! I shall talk with you alone. (He and the Witch step into his tent to converse while the others wait outside. When they finally step back out, the Witch has a look of satisfaction upon her face, while Aslan seems upset. The Witch walks past Edmund without saying a word and gets back on her chariot.)
Aslan: She has renounced her claim on the Son of Adam’s blood.