I had the will and the fearlessness for the game I played, and some of the wit; but most of the wit I freely admit was supplied me by Hendrik Hamel.
And so we journeyed up to Keijo, from walled city to walled city across a snowy mountain land that was hollowed with innumerable fat farming valleys.

And every evening, at fall of day, beacon fires sprang from peak to peak and ran along the land.

Always Kim watched for this nightly display.

From all the coasts of Cho-Sen, Kim told me, these chains of fire-speech ran to Keijo to carry their message to the Emperor.

One beacon meant the land was in peace.