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<nc-section data-title="Frederick Meets the Knight" data-color="red"> The castle's shadow swallowed me whole as I dismounted, my boots crunching on the gravel path. Before I could even loosen Thunder's saddle, a deep voice cut through the evening air. "You're the new squire, then." Sir Roland emerged from the stable's gloom, his armor still bearing the dust of the training yard. His eyes, sharp as daggers, sized me up in one sweeping glance. "The stables are no place for hesitation, boy. Tend to your mount quickly—slowness has no place in a knight's service." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The Stablemaster's Welcome" data-color="green"> A gentle hand took Thunder's reins as I slid from the saddle. "Easy there, lad," Sir Roland's voice was like aged timber, warm and steady. He patted Thunder's neck with practiced ease. "A fine animal you've brought to our care." His smile reached the corners of his eyes, weathered from years of sun and service. "Let's see you settled proper. The stables have been waiting for good hands and a pure heart." He gestured toward the lantern-lit interior where the scent of hay and horses promised sanctuary. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Meeting" data-color="blue"> The clatter of armor made me turn as Sir Roland strode from the stable, removing his gauntlets. Moonlight caught the silver in his beard. "Frederick of the Western Fields?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of command softened by curiosity. "Your father's reputation precedes you." He studied me not as a superior might assess an inferior, but as a craftsman examines raw material. "The stables will be your first teacher. How you treat these noble creatures will tell me more about your character than any sword lesson ever could." </nc-section>