“I hear no conditions from barbarians and sorcerers，” said Rabadash. “Not one of you dare touch a hair of my head. Every insult you have heaped on me shall be paid with oceans of Narnian and Archenlandish blood. Terrible shall the vengeance of the Tisroc be： even now. But kill me， and the burnings and torturings in these northern landsshall become a tale to frighten the world a thousand years hence. Beware！ Beware！ Beware！ The bolt of Tash falls from above！”
“Does it ever get caught on a hook halfway？” asked Corin. “Shame， Corin，” said the King. “Never taunt a man savewhen he is stronger than you： then， as you please.” “Oh， you foolish Rabadash，” sighed Lucy.
Next moment Cor wondered why everyone at the table had risen and was standing perfectly still. Of course he did the same himself. And then he saw the reason. Aslan was among them though no one had seen him coming. Rabadash started as the immense shape of the Lion paced softly in between him and his accusers.
“Rabadash，” said Aslan. “Take heed. Your doom is very near， but you may still avoid it. Forget your pride （what have you to be proud of ？） and your anger （who has done you wrong？） and accept the mercy of these good kings.”