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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Near the stables, Frederick drew rein as a broad-shouldered knight stepped from beneath the archway. His silver cloak bore the castle’s golden griffin, and a scar ran from his left brow to the edge of his jaw. “Frederick?” the knight called. “Yes, my lord.” “I am Sir Roland, master of arms.” His gaze swept over the young squire, then settled on Thunder. “You arrived with a fine horse. Let us hope you possess equal strength.” Frederick dismounted, trying not to stumble beneath the knight’s inspection. Before he could answer, the stable doors shuddered. From within came a low, distant growl. Sir Roland’s expression hardened. “Leave the horse. Follow me—and speak of this to no one.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable yard smelled of hay, leather, and rain-wet stone. As Frederick led Thunder toward the stalls, a knight in a green-plumed helm approached with an easy smile. “You must be the new squire,” he said. “Frederick, is it?” Frederick bowed. “Yes, Sir.” “Sir Roland.” The knight clasped his forearm warmly. “Your journey was long. Eat first, polish later. A hungry squire makes a poor servant and an even poorer warrior.” Frederick smiled, relieved—until Roland glanced toward the western tower. “Did you see anything strange on the road?” Only then did Frederick notice the dark smoke curling above the distant forest, though no fire burned beneath it. Sir Roland’s smile faded. “Come,” he murmured. “The king’s council must hear what you saw.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder had barely crossed the threshold of the stables when a voice rang through the twilight. “Hold there!” A knight emerged between the stalls, his blue cloak shining like a shard of evening sky. He was older than Frederick had expected, with weathered features and sharp gray eyes. “I am Sir Roland,” he said. “And you are late.” Frederick swallowed. “The road was blocked by—” “By what?” Before Frederick could reply, the castle bell tolled once. Every horse in the stable reared against its tether. Thunder’s ears pricked, and a faint blue light flickered beneath his mane. Sir Roland stared at the glow. “Where did you find that horse?” he whispered. Frederick looked from the stallion to the knight. “He found me.” </nc-section>