When they reached the Dirty Gate, where the people were swarming with people in a hurry to the fish market as usual, the men went down to the marina of Blackwater. They walked along the river, squinting at the dazzling rays of the scorching sun and watching as boats were leaving the ships now and then. The oars took off and hit the sparkling surface of the water again and again, creating fountains of bright splashes. At the quay, merchant ships, galleys, claws, and all sorts of small boats swayed...