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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Knight" data-color="red"> I pulled on Thunder's reins, bringing him to a halt before the stable doors. Dust kicked up around his hooves. A shadow fell across me, tall and imposing. Sir Roland stood there, his armor polished but bearing the deep, familiar scratches of a veteran. He didn't smile. His gaze, cold as steel, swept over me and my mount. "The new squire," he stated, his voice like gravel grinding under a boot. "You're late. The stables are there. The horse goes in the third stall. You will report to the armory in one hour. Clean. Do not be late again." He didn't wait for a reply, turning on his heel with a metallic scrape. My heart, which had been soaring moments before, sank like a stone. My training had begun. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Weary Mentor" data-color="green"> As I dismounted, patting Thunder's sweat-damp neck, a man in worn but serviceable leathers emerged from the stable's dim interior. He carried a bucket of water, which he set down for Thunder before offering me a tired but genuine smile. This was Sir Roland, his face lined not just with age, but with responsibility. "Frederick, is it?" he asked, his voice softer than I'd imagined a knight's could be. "Long ride. See to your friend here first. Water, rub him down. A knight's bond with his horse is his first duty." He placed a calloused hand on my shoulder. "We'll talk of shields and swords after the steeds are settled. Welcome." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Observant Strategist" data-color="blue"> I was leading Thunder towards the stable when a calm, measured voice stopped me. "You ride with your weight too far forward." Sir Roland leaned against a fence post, his arms crossed. He wore no armor, only simple travel clothes, but his eyes held a sharp, assessing quality. "On a charge, it would unbalance you. But your hands are gentle on the reins. That is a start." He pushed off the post and approached, circling Thunder with a practiced eye. "A fine animal. He trusts you. That is more important than any technique you lack." He finally looked at me. "I am Sir Roland. Show me how you unsaddle him. I would see how you care for what you rely on." </nc-section>