"It seems so small," said Sigrid.

"When you have need," said the spider, "Wash the web in sweet water from the sky. Let the wind take it. As it was spun in the wind, so it will grow in the wind."

"But how shall I dye it green, that we may live from the land?"

"Your land will be of the sea. It is the sea you must plough to find food. But one drop of your land must learn to take colours from the sun to weep jewels for me."