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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder slowed as Frederick reached the stables, his hooves striking sparks from the cobbles. A broad-shouldered knight waited beneath the lanterns, one gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “You ride hard for a boy expected before sundown,” he said. His stern face softened into the hint of a smile. “I am Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle, Frederick. Tend your horse well, and then we shall discover whether you are fit to serve.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, Frederick dismounted and found a grey-haired knight helping a groom calm a nervous mare. Despite his polished armor, the man spoke gently to the animal until its trembling ceased. Only then did he turn. “Frederick, I presume?” “Yes, sir.” The knight offered a weathered hand. “Sir Roland. Around here, courage begins with kindness—and training begins at dawn. Welcome, lad.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, Thunder shied suddenly. A shadow had moved across the stable roof—too large for any bird, gone too quickly to name. A knight in a dark blue cloak stepped from between the stalls and seized Thunder’s bridle, steadying the stallion with practiced ease. His sharp eyes lingered on the roof before settling on Frederick. “Sir Roland,” he introduced himself quietly. “You have arrived at a dangerous hour, young squire. Come inside. There are things beneath these skies that should not know your name.” </nc-section>