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Here are three alternate sections continuing the story where Sir Roland greets Frederick near the stables. <nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> The clatter of hooves on cobblestone announced Frederick's arrival in the stable yard. Before he could dismount, a booming voice cut through the evening air. "You must be the new whelp." The knight who strode toward him was a mountain of steel and scarred leather, his face weathered by sun and battle. Sir Roland stood with arms crossed, his gaze raking over Frederick with barely concealed skepticism. "I was expecting someone who could at least sit a horse without bouncing like a sack of turnips. Dismount. We'll see if you're fit to muck out stalls, let alone swing a sword." The stallion shifted nervously beneath Frederick as he scrambled to comply. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> Frederick's boots had barely touched the stable ground when a friendly hand clapped his shoulder. "Easy there, lad, don't let the old girl spook you." Sir Roland was younger than Frederick had expected, his armor polished to a mirror shine, a grin splitting his rugged features. "Heard tell you rode three days straight to get here. That takes grit. I'm Sir Roland - welcome to your new home." He helped Frederick secure the reins, then gestured toward the castle proper. "Food's waiting, ale's cold, and I've got a bunk ready. First lesson begins at dawn - how to fall off a horse properly. Trust me, you'll thank me later." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Silent Appraisal" data-color="blue"> Frederick found Sir Roland not by sight, but by presence. The knight emerged from the shadow of the stable archway like a ghost made flesh, his dark cloak blending with the encroaching twilight. He said nothing at first, simply walked a slow circle around Frederick and his horse, his eyes missing nothing - the worn saddle, the calloused hands on the reins, the nervous swallows. "You arrived," Sir Roland finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "That's the first test passed." He took the reins without another word, leading the way into the stables. "Follow. Eat. Rest. Tomorrow we begin what you came here to finish." </nc-section>