Edward Hopper Early Sunday Morning

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And then someone started to sing. The voice swooped out of the sky like a sudden wind. It was a rather good mezzo‑soprano
'Hi‑jo‑to! Ho! Hi‑jo‑to! Ho!'
And after it, away. 'You can wait hours without seeing one and then you get seven all at once.'
Susan watched in astonishment as each rider picked up a dead warrior and galloped up into the sky again. They disappeared abruptly a few hundred yards up and reappeared again almost instantly for a fresh passenger. Soon there was a busy shuttle service operating.
After a minute or two one of the women trotted
her horse over to Susan and pulled a scroll of parchment out of her breastplate.
'What ho! Says here Volf,' she said, in the brisk voice used by people on horseback when mounted on a horse almost as fine as Binky, was a woman. Very definitely. A lot of woman. She was as much woman as you could get in one place without getting two women. She was dressed in chain mail, a shiny 46‑D‑cup breastplate, and a helmet with horns on it.The assembled dead cheered as the horse cantered in for a landing. There were six other singing horsewomen plunging out of the sky behind it.'Isn't it always the same?' said the raven, flapping