<version1 data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him to the stables, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Well, well, what do we have here? A new squire?" I turned around to see Sir Roland, the local knight, approaching me with a friendly smile. He was dressed in full armor, his sword by his side. "It's an honor, Sir Roland," I said. "I'm Frederick, come to begin my training at the castle." "Ah, Frederick, welcome! Your skills with the sword are well-known, my boy. I'm sure you'll do great things here. Can't wait to see what you can do on the training grounds tommorow." </version1> <version2 data-color="green"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him to the stable, a booming voice caught my attention. "Who's this riffraff?" I turned around to see Sir Roland standing there, arms crossed. The brim of his helmet obscured his face. "I...I am Frederick, Sir. The new squire," I said nervously. Sir Roland nodded, uncrossing his arms. "Ah, Frederick, right! I was hoping you would arrive early. Came first, did ya? Good," he said with a small grunt. "At least you have the early bird advantage over the rest. I'm Sir Roland, I'll be training with you until you are ready to join the true knights. Prepare yourself, it's going to be a bumpy road ahead." </version2> <version3 data-color="blue"> As I dismounted Thunder and led him to the stable, a stern voice made me turn around. "Who the hell are you?" I swallowed hard and bowed my head slightly. "I am Frederick, Your Grace, the new squire," I replied meekly. The knight that stood before me, dressed in full plate armor and holding a sword, removed his helmet. He must have been Sir Roland, the infamous knight known for his terrific manners toward lesser ranks like me. "And that's my horse." I couldn't resist raising an eyebrow slightly. I must have gotten carried away with the excitement of finally reaching the castle. "Apologies, sir knight, I had no intention of impinging upon your horse's personal space. Thou shall know it as Thunder from now on," I explained quickly.