The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Dog!" came her cold, clear voice, ringing loud above all the other noises. "Dog, unhand
our royal charger. We are the Empress Jadis."
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE FIGHT AT THE LAMP-POST
"Ho! Her-ipress, are you? We'll see about that," said a voice. Then another voice said,
"Three cheers for the Hempress of Colney 'Atch" and quite a number joined in. A flush of
colour came into the Witch's face and she bowed ever so slightly. But the cheers died
away into roars of laughter and she saw that they had only been making fun of her: A
change came over her expression and she changed the knife to her left hand. Then,
without warning, she did a thing that was dreadful to see. Lightly, easily, as if it were the
most ordinary thing in the world, she stretched up her right arm and wrenched off one of
the cross-bars of the lamp-post. If she had lost some magical powers in our world, she
had not lost her strength; she could break an iron bar as if it were a stick of barleysugar.
She tossed her new weapon up in the air, caught it again, brandished it, and urged the
horse forward.
"Now's my chance," thought Digory. He darted between the horse and the railings and
began going forward. If only the brute would stay still for a moment he might catch the
Witch's heel. As he rushed, he heard a sickening crash and a thud. The Witch had brought
the bar down on the chief policeman's helmet: the man fell like a nine-pin.
"Quick, Digory. This must be stopped," said a voice beside him. It was Polly, who had
rushed down the moment she was allowed out of bed.
"You are a brick," said Digory. "Hold on to me tight. You'd have to manage the ring.
Yellow, remember. And don't put it on till I shout."
There was a second crash and another policeman crumpled up. There came an angry roar
from the crowd: "Pull her down. Get a few paving-stones. Call out the Military." But
most of them were getting as far away as they could. The Cabby, however, obviously the
bravest as well as the kindest person present, was keeping close to the horse, dodging this
way and that to avoid the bar, but still trying to catch Strawberry's head.
The crowd booed and bellowed again. A stone whistled over Digory's head. Then came
the voice of the Witch, clear like a great bell, and sounding as if, for once, she were
almost happy.
"Scum! You shall pay dearly for this when I have conquered your world. Not one stone
of your city will be left. I will make it as Charn, as Felinda, as Sorlois, as Bramandin."