The palace is largely contained within the tank and bowl of a toilet heavily half sunk in the compost of dead leaves, and covered with branches. In the great white dome of the bowl, Tristan has an audience with the Duke, and his daughter, Iseult of the White Hand. Her hands are indeed white; they are of snowy porcelain. Tristan realizes that they might in fact be the hands that should go along with the face of his beloved Isolde. Also, Isolde seems to possess the warm pink hands that should belong to this lady’s face. For her small head is that of a smiling teenage girl with blue eye shadow and long hair so blond it is almost white, though much of this is torn out leaving a peppering of black holes. Her gown is black like Tristan’s new garments. She comes to greet him, and she towers over him on her long rubbery legs, her body fairly intact except that her arms have been replaced with articulated limbs ending in those cool glassy hands, one of which Tristan touches to his grinning jester mouth as he bows to his new hosts and benefactors.
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