The Lion continued his singing majestically, which was both resonant and deep. The singing, however, had very different effects on each person in the group. Digory and Polly, as well as the cabbie, were energized by this wondrous tune, and felt that they were in the presence of angels, for lack of a better metaphor. Uncle Andrew and the Witch, more so the Witch than Uncle Andrew, both had this horrid feeling inside, most likely because of their magic (The Witch also didn’t like the look of that Lion). The Witch then viciously threw the iron bar she had ripped off of the lamp-post in london at the Lion, because she didn’t like the song. Just before the bar hit the Lion, he began walking towards the Witch. The iron bar bounced off of his flank,