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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely stepped into the stable yard when a tall knight in polished mail strode out from between the rows of horses. “You there,” he called, his voice warm but commanding. “You must be Frederick. I am Sir Roland.” Frederick straightened at once and bowed as best he could. Sir Roland’s gaze flicked over the young squire, then softened with a hint of approval. “A castle is not only stone and banners,” he said, glancing toward the restless horses. “It is work, discipline, and patience. If you wish to serve here, you will begin by learning to listen to what the stable hands and steeds can teach you.” Frederick nodded, eager and nervous all at once, as Sir Roland led him deeper into the yard. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, Frederick was surprised when a knight with a scar across one cheek dismounted and approached him. The man’s armor was worn from years of use, yet he carried himself with easy confidence. “Frederick, I presume,” he said. “Sir Roland, at your service.” Frederick swallowed and managed a quick bow. Sir Roland chuckled. “No need for fear, lad. The stables are a fine place to begin. A squire who cannot calm a horse will never be trusted with a warhorse, and a knight who ignores the labor of the stable is a fool.” He gestured toward a broad-shouldered groom carrying a feed bucket. “Come. I’ll show you where you’ll be working, and perhaps teach you the first lesson of castle life: every rank depends on the one below it.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, the smell of hay and leather mingled with the sharp scent of horses. A knight in a blue-trimmed surcoat emerged from the shadowed archway, wiping dust from his gloves. “You must be the new squire,” he said, smiling. “Sir Roland.” Frederick bowed quickly. “Yes, my lord.” Sir Roland laughed. “Just Sir Roland will do for now. I have found that the stables reveal more truth than the great hall ever does. Here, a man cannot hide behind ceremony.” He clapped Frederick lightly on the shoulder and pointed toward a restless mare pawing at the straw. “Start by learning the names of the horses and the temper of the men who care for them. That is the beginning of service.” Frederick looked from the knight to the mare, sensing that his life at the castle had begun in earnest. </nc-section>