<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder, a tall figure approached from the stables. His armor gleamed in the fading sunlight, and the crest of a golden lion adorned his chest plate. "You must be the new squire," he bellowed in a deep voice. "I am Sir Roland, master of these grounds. Welcome to my humble castle." I bowed deeply. "Thank you for having me, Sir Roland. I am Frederick, son of Lord Eldridge. I have come to learn the ways of knighthood under your tutelage." Sir Roland studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "Very well. We shall see if you have what it takes to join the honored ranks." He gestured towards the stables. "Tonight you will muck out the stalls and attend to the horses. Report to the training grounds at first light. Your trials begin tomorrow." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The clank of armor drew my attention as a knight emerged from the stables. He removed his helmet, revealing a weathered face framed by graying hair. "You'll be wanting to stable your horse, lad," he said gruffly. "I'm Sir Roland, master of horse and keeper of these lands." I slid off Thunder and bowed. "Greetings, Sir Roland. I am Frederick, here to begin my training." A warm smile spread across the knight's craggy features. "Is that so? Well, the road will be long and hard, but I've a feeling you're up for the challenge." He sized me up approvingly. "There's a fire in your eyes. Come, I'll show you to your quarters. We begin at first light on the morrow." With a reassuring pat on my shoulder, Sir Roland led me into the castle's courtyard. I couldn't wait to prove my worth. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> A hulking figure strode out from the stables, the setting sun casting long shadows across the courtyard. As he approached, I could make out the emblem of a rearing lion etched into his breastplate. "You there, boy!" he barked, making me jump. "State your business." Steadying my nerves, I replied, "I am Frederick, son of Lord Eldridge. I've come to train as a knight under your guidance, Sir..." "Roland," the knight growled. "I am Sir Roland, master of arms for this realm." He looked me over dismissively. "You seem a scrawny lad. We'll soon sort the men from the boys." My cheeks burned, but I held his steely gaze. "I may surprise you yet, Sir Roland." The edge of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "We shall see, Frederick. We shall see. Now stable your horse and be ready before first light. The training regimen here is..." He allowed the pause to linger menacingly. "Intense." </nc-section>