........................as the delicate web dances in the breeze until the sunshine steals the last of the damp from it's folds.
Still the work of the town's women is not finished. They gather the shimmering length and carefully they smooth the buckled and twisted fibres upon a polished slab.
It now must be seared with heat from the most fierce dragon in the land.
All the while, the women are quietly singing a song of prayer to their goddess, hoping she will keep the silks and velvets safe from the scorching heat.