Caravaggio St Jerome

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'Don't, I mean DON'T ASK ME,' said Susan.
The Valkyrie reached down and hauled the warrior across her saddle.
'Just keep quiet, 'What,' said Susan, 'was all that about?'
There was a flurry of wings. The raven alighted on the head of the recently departed Volf.
'Well, these guys believe that if you die in battle some big fat singing horned women carry you off to a sort of giant feast hall where you gobble yourself silly for the rest of eternity,' said the raven. It belched genteelly. 'Damn stupid idea, really.'
'But it just happened!'there's a good chap,' she said.She stared thoughtfully at Susan.'Are you a soprano?' she said.'Pardon?''Can you sing at all, gel? Only we could do with another soprano. Far too many mezzo‑sopranos around these days.''I'm not very musical, I'm sorry.''Oh, well. Just a thought. Must be going.' She threw back her head. The mighty breastplate heaved. 'Hi‑jo‑to! Ho!'The horse reared, and galloped into the sky. Before it reached the clouds it shrank to a gleaming pinpoint, which winked.