Chapter Thirteen
The next morning Ren’s ships sailed up the Thames, winding their way to the Port of London. Lia stood next to her husband on the wheel deck of Warlock, which followed Sea Witch and Sorceress into port. She watched in amazement as they crept past hundreds of other ships and barges of all sizes, loaded with every manner of cargo. Canals, large and small, branched off from the river on both sides. Buildings stacked in rows lined the river, some as tall as five stories. The three ships in their group continued slowly upriver, finally furling their sails and dropping anchor near the London Bridge, behind a magnificent four-story, stone-faced structure which Ren identified as The New Custom House.
Throngs of people moved about the dock. Longshoremen loaded and unloaded crates,
