Here are the three alternate prose sections: <nc-section> <history> Frederick, the newly arrived squire, approached the stables, where Sir Roland was waiting. Sir Roland, a grizzled and battle-hardened knight, his armor weathered and worn, eyed Frederick with a critical gaze, his dark eyes narrowing as he reached into his saddle bags for a flask of water and a strip of jerky for his horse. Familiar, as if recognizing the lad, Sir Roland's expression softened, and he nodded curtly towards the stable door. </history> <nc-section> <history> As he entered the stables, Sir Roland's gaze fell upon the eager face of Frederick, his bright blue eyes taking in the young boy's fresh-faced innocence. The lines of creases etched onto his face seemed to smooth out with renewed interest as he held out a small pouch containing a handful of oats. Despite his rugged exterior, there was something in Sir Roland's voice as he said, "Ah, younger now, yes?" </history> <nc-section> <history> Within the castle walls, Frederick settled onto the bench beside Sir Roland, who began to explain the intricacies of chivalry and honor, its modern variations in the face of war, and the perils that lay ahead. The fire crackled and spat in the hearth outside, casting a warm, golden glow over the sparse, rustic furnishings. Forking over small wads of bread, a scrap of dried meat, and a sip of watery ale, Sir Roland seemed to savor the moment, a wistful look passing over his weathered face as he fixed Frederick with an intense, piercing gaze. </history>