“How is he?” I asked in a bare whisper. “Me-Me-Mendens just in. Say they got to co-co-come off.” “What? His legs?” Delph nodded, his features an oblivion of misery. “Say ’tis th-th-that or he’s next for the Ha-Ha-Hallowed Ground. Don’t underst-st-stand it all, Ve-Ve-Vega Jane. But that wh-wh-what they say.”
Welp Vega time to finish some peg legs for good old Duf
