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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely dismounted when a broad-shouldered knight emerged from the shadow of the stables, his armor dull with travel and his expression stern but not unkind. “You must be the new squire,” he said, voice deep as a bell. “I am Sir Roland. If you mean to serve here, you’ll learn the rules of this place quickly.” He glanced toward the restless horses, then back to Frederick. “Come. I’ll show you where the work begins.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, Frederick found a tall knight in a weathered surcoat leaning against a post, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The man straightened as Frederick approached, and his stern face softened into the faintest hint of a smile. “Sir Roland,” he introduced himself, offering a nod of welcome. “You look tired, boy. That’s no crime on your first day. Come, let’s see if you can tell a saddle from a bridle before sunset.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Frederick led his horse toward the stables, a knight in polished mail stepped out from the open doors, as though he had been expecting him all along. “Frederick, I presume,” said the man with a grave but courteous bow. “I am Sir Roland, keeper of these yards and, by unfortunate duty, guardian of every clumsy squire who arrives here.” His eyes flicked to Thunder, then to Frederick’s uncertain hands. “Do not worry. The castle can seem harsh at first. I will see that you find your footing.” </nc-section>