"Oh, yes, you kept your word.
There's a post every day, winter and summer, into Chiltistan.

Sometimes an avalanche or a snowstorm delays it; but on most days it comes.

If you could only have guessed how eagerly I looked forward to your letters, you would have written, I think, more often.

There's a path over a high ridge by which the courier must come.

I could see it from the casement of the tower.