"Are you completely mad?" said Edmund as he stabbed a finger at the doors of the Great Hall. "That wolf was the best of them all, and you sent him away!"
"Alas, Son of Adam," said the cheetah with a snotty tone, "not every mouth-breather gets a position here..."
"Then why should you? Who died and made you a courtier?"
"I know more about Narnian history, Narnian politics, Narnian strategies and Narnian stories than that pratting blockhead. Besides, he was a criminal and a traitor, although he didn't go so far as to sell out his brother and sisters for a piece of Turkish Treacle."
"It was Turkish Delight, Saddiq."
The cheetah shot him a look of indignation but gave him no reply.
"That wolf is as brilliant as anyone I've met. And unlike you, he's got a good heart. Besides, what was it you were saying an hour ago? How we're all parts of one body?"
"True enough," said the cheetah. "Every Talking Beast is like an organ or a cell: Without them, the body is less than what it could be. However, some parts are worthy of greater position, and it will not do to turn a head into a foot."
"Oh, so now it makes sense: He can be part of the body, but only if you're the head."
"Well, not the whole head, but surely the brains of it," said the cheetah with a lofty tone. "Such a fitting arrangement, don't you think?"
Edmund scoffed and leaned his head against his throne. "If it wasn't for Aslan, you'd be gone. That would be a better arrangement..."
But the cheetah didn't hear it. He turned to his paw and groomed it with ever so dignified a smile.