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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick had only just dismounted near the stables when a broad-shouldered knight in polished mail approached with an easy stride. “You must be Frederick,” Sir Roland said, offering a firm hand. “Welcome to the castle. I hear you’ve come to learn discipline before you learn glory.” Behind him, the horses stamped and shifted in their stalls, and Frederick felt suddenly aware of his worn travel clothes and uncertain manners. Sir Roland’s eyes, though stern, held a hint of kindness. “Come,” the knight said. “Before sunset, I’ll show you where you’ll sleep—and where you’ll begin.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, where straw drifted in the breeze and the smell of hay mingled with leather and iron, Sir Roland waited with his arms folded. He wore the castle’s colors on a cloak fastened by a silver clasp, and his face was lined with the patience of a man who had spent years judging squires. “Frederick,” he said, giving a measured nod, “you arrived later than expected, but you arrived. That is what matters.” Frederick straightened at once, trying to look more confident than he felt. Sir Roland’s mouth twitched with the faintest trace of approval. “If you’re to serve here, boy, you’ll learn quickly that horses are honest creatures. Men are not.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Frederick neared the stable yard, a familiar voice called out above the clatter of hooves. “You there—Frederick, isn’t it?” A knight in a weathered blue surcoat stepped from the shadows of the stable door. Sir Roland was older than the tales had suggested, with a scar along his jaw and a steady gaze that missed nothing. “I was told to expect a new squire, but not one who looked half-starved from the road,” he said, though his tone carried no cruelty. He clapped Frederick lightly on the shoulder, then pointed toward the rows of horses. “You’ll start by learning their names. A knight who cannot tell one beast from another is a fool before he ever lifts a sword.” </nc-section>