The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"That's him," said Jill. "But let's be off home before anyone wakes up." And again there
came little explosions of laughter.
The others obeyed at once for they had already lingered long enough in that dangerous
place and the Dwarf drums seemed to have come a little nearer. It was only after they had
been walking Southward for several minutes that Eustace said:
"Got him? What do you mean?"
"The false Aslan," said Jill.
"What?" said Tirian. "Where have you been? What have you done?"
"Well, Sire," said Jill. "As soon as I saw that you'd got the sentry out of the way I thought
hadn't I better have a look inside the stable and see what really is there? So I crawled
along. It was as easy as anything to draw the bolt.
Of course it was pitch black inside and smelled like any other stable. Then I struck a light
and - would you believe it? - there was nothing at all there but this old donkey with a
bundle of lion-skin tied on to his back. So I drew my knife and told him he'd have to
come along with me. As a matter of fact I needn't have threatened him with the knife at
all. He was very fed up with the stable and quite ready to come - weren't you, Puzzle
dear?"
"Great Scott!" said Eustace. "Well I'm - jiggered. I was jolly angry with you a moment
ago, and I still think it was mean of you to sneak off without the rest of us: but I must
admit - well, I mean to say - well it was a perfectly gorgeous thing to do. If she was a boy
she'd have to be knighted, wouldn't she, Sire?"
"If she was a boy," said Tirian, "she'd be whipped for disobeying orders." And in the dark
no one could see whether he said this with a frown or a smile. Next minute there was a
sound of rasping metal.
"What are you doing, Sire?" asked Jewel sharply.
"Drawing my sword to smite off the head of the accursed Ass," said Tirian in a terrible
voice. "Stand clear, girl."
"Oh don't, please don't," said Jill. "Really, you mustn't. It wasn't his fault. It was all the
Ape. He didn't know any better. And he's very sorry. And he's a nice Donkey. His name's
Puzzle. And I've got my arms round his neck."
"Jill," said Tirian, "you are the bravest and most woodwise of all my subjects, but also the
most malapert and disobedient. Well: let the Ass live. What have you to say for yourself,
Ass?"