The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Don't eat another bite."
"What's wrong?" asked the other two in a whisper.
"Didn't you hear what those giants were saying? `That's a nice tender haunch of venison,'
said one of them. `Then that stag was a liar,' said another. `Why?' said the first one. `Oh,'
said the other. `They say that when he was caught he said, Don't kill me, I'm tough. You
won't like me.'" For a moment Jill did not realize the full meaning of this. But she did
when Scrubb's eyes opened wide with horror and he said:
"So we've been eating a Talking stag."
This discovery didn't have exactly the same effect on all of them. Jill, who was new to
that world, was sorry for the poor stag and thought it rotten of the giants to have killed
him. Scrubb, who had been in that world before and had at least one Talking beast as his
dear friend, felt horrified; as you might feel about a murder. But Puddleglum, who was
Narnian born, was sick and faint, and felt as you would feel if you found you had eaten a
baby.
"We've brought the anger of Aslan on us," he said. "That's what comes of not attending to
the signs. We're under a curse, I expect. If it was allowed, it would be the best thing we
could do, to take these knives and drive them into our own hearts."
And gradually even Jill came to see it from his point of view. At any rate, none of them
wanted any more lunch. And as soon as they thought it safe they crept quietly out of the
hall.
It was now drawing near to that time of the day on which their hopes of escape depended,
and all became nervous. They hung about in passages and waited for things to become
quiet. The giants in the hall sat on a dreadfully long time after the meal was over. The
bald one was telling a story. When that was over, the three travellers dawdled down to the
kitchen. But there were still plenty of giants there, or at least in the scullery, washing up
and putting things away. It was agonizing, waiting till these finished their jobs and, one
by one, wiped their hands and went away. At last only one old giantess was left in the
room. She pottered about, and pottered about, and at last the three travellers realized with
horror that she did not intend to go away at all.
"Well, dearies," she said to them. "That job's about through. Let's put the kettle there.
That'll make a nice cup of tea presently. Now I can have a little bit of a rest. Just look into
the scullery, like good poppets, and tell me if the back door is open."
"Yes, it is," said Scrubb.
"That's right. I always leave it open so as Puss can get in and out, the poor thing."