The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Well - ah - not perhaps in the strict sense," stammered Uncle Andrew. "Not exactly
royal, Ma'am. The Ketterleys are, however, a very old family. An old Dorsetshire family,
Ma'am."
"Peace," said the Witch. "I see what you are. You are a little, peddling Magician who
works by rules and books. There is no real Magic in your blood and heart. Your kind was
made an end of in my world a thousand years ago. But here I shall allow you to be my
servant."
"I should be most happy - delighted to be of any service - a p-pleasure, I assure you."
"Peace! You talk far too much. Listen to your first task. I see we are in a large city.
Procure for me at once a chariot or a flying carpet or a well-trained dragon, or whatever is
usual for royal and noble persons in your land. Then bring me to places where I can get
clothes and jewels and slaves fit for my rank. Tomorrow I will begin the conquest of the
world."
"I - I - I'll go and order a cab at once," gasped Uncle Andrew.
"Stop," said the Witch, just as he reached the door. "Do not dream of treachery. My eyes
can see through walls and into the minds of men. They will be on you wherever you go.
At the first sign of disobedience I will lay such spells on you that anything you sit down
on will feel like red hot iron and whenever you lie in a bed there will be invisible blocks
of ice at your feet. Now go."
The old man went out, looking like a dog with its tail between its legs.
The children were now afraid that Jadis would have something to say to them about what
had happened in the wood. As it turned out, however, she never mentioned it either then
or afterwards. I think (and Digory thinks too) that her mind was of a sort which cannot
remember that quiet place at all, and however often you took her there and however long
you left her there, she would still know nothing about it. Now that she was left alone with
the children, she took no notice of either of them. And that was like her too. In Charn she
had taken no notice of Pony (till the very end) because Digory was the one she wanted to
make use of. Now that she had Uncle Andrew, she took no notice of Digory. I expect
most witches are like that. They are not interested in things or people unless they can use
them; they are terribly practical. So there was silence in the room for a minute or two.
But you could tell by the way Jadis tapped her foot on the floor that she was growing
impatient.
Presently she said, as if to herself, "What is the old fool doing? I should have brought a
whip." She stalked out of the room in pursuit of Uncle Andrew without one glance at the
children.