Here are 3 alternate sections continuing the story: <nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall figure in shining armor approached. "You must be the new squire," the knight bellowed in a gruff voice. He removed his helmet, revealing a weathered face and close-cropped gray hair. "I am Sir Roland, master of these stables. From this day forward, you will learn the ways of combat and chivalry under my tutelage." He looked me up and down appraisingly. "You've got a lot to learn, boy." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> I led Thunder into the stables, running my hands along his powerful flanks. A tall, barrel-chested man in armor appeared, a sword sheathed at his side. "Ah, you must be Frederick," he said with a warm smile. "Welcome to the castle." He placed a calloused hand on my shoulder. "I'm Sir Roland, captain of the knights here. It will be an honor to train you in the ways of knighthood - riding, sword-fighting, and service to the kingdom." His eyes twinkled. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The clopping of hooves against cobblestone announced my arrival. A knight emerged from the stables, his armor gleaming. "You there! State your name and business," he barked gruffly. I slid off my horse and dipped into a bow. "Sir Roland? I am Frederick, the new squire sent to train under your guidance." The knight gazed at me silently for a moment, then threw back his head and guffawed. "Ha! So this is the lad I'll be molding into a knight?" He clapped me roughly on the back. "Lucky for you, I show no Quarter when it comes to training. You'll be riding, fighting, and watching over my flasks by winter's end!" </nc-section>