Sigrid went again to the water's edge and saw there a sheep. It was feeding on seaweed, the plant of the sea. She stroked the sheep's back, rippling her fingers through the dense coat. It was a fine, white wool. When she lifted her hand, wool came away in it, and the wind took it from her, high into the air. She watched as the wind blew it here and there, round and round. Then quickly she clutched at the wool, drawing it from the air. She wound it tightly round her fingers and ran back to the spider. And the spider taught her the way and beginning.