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<nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="red"> I reined Thunder to a halt near the stables, my heart pounding with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. A tall, broad-shouldered figure in gleaming plate armor stepped from the shadows, his helmet tucked under one arm. Sir Roland's face was a roadmap of old battles, scars crisscrossing a stern expression. His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder. "Frederick of the Western Plains," he said, not a question. "Your father's sword did not prepare you for the dust of the road, I see. Dismount. The stables are no place for daydreams. Your training begins now." He turned sharply, his crimson cape swirling, expecting immediate obedience. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="green"> As I slid wearily from Thunder's saddle, a man emerged from the stable's open doorway, wiping his hands on a cloth. He wore the sturdy leathers of a working knight, not courtly finery. Sir Roland's face was weathered but kind, his eyes holding a patient light. "You must be Frederick," he said, his voice warm and steady. "That's a fine animal. Let's get him settled. A long journey deserves a cool drink and a good brush down for you both." He offered a small smile. "There will be time for formalities later. First, we care for our companions." He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, guiding me toward the water trough. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Knight's Greeting" data-color="blue"> The clatter of hooves on cobblestone echoed as I entered the stable yard. A knight stood observing me, his arms crossed over a chest plate emblazoned with a silver falcon. Sir Roland's gaze was analytical, cool and measuring. He didn't smile. "Frederick," he acknowledged with a curt nod. "Your timing is adequate. Your form, however, requires adjustment. You hold the reins too tightly, communicating your anxiety to the beast. A knight and his mount must be of one mind." He stepped forward, his movements precise and economical. "Observe." He demonstrated a gentle, firm grip. "Your first lesson: control is not force. It is harmony." </nc-section>