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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick drew Thunder to a halt beside the castle stables, where the scents of hay, leather, and warm horseflesh mingled in the evening air. A broad-shouldered knight waited beneath the lantern over the door, his silvered mail glinting beneath a weatherworn crimson cloak. “You ride boldly for one so newly arrived,” the knight said. His stern face softened into a faint smile. “I am Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle, Frederick.” Frederick dismounted quickly and bowed. “It is an honor, sir.” “We shall see whether you still think so after dawn’s training.” Sir Roland took Thunder’s reins and nodded toward the shadowed courtyard. “Come. Your first lesson begins with learning where you belong.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, Frederick found a knight struggling to keep a gray mare from biting a nervous stable boy. With one calm word and a hand laid against her neck, the knight settled the animal. “There now, Bramble,” he murmured. Then he turned to Frederick, amusement brightening his weathered eyes. “And you must be our new squire.” Frederick slid from Thunder’s saddle. “Frederick, sir.” “Sir Roland,” the knight replied, offering a firm, calloused hand. “Any lad who gives his stallion a name like Thunder had best be prepared to make some noise himself.” Frederick smiled despite his unease. Behind Sir Roland, something enormous scratched against the stable roof—too heavy, Frederick thought, to be any ordinary bird. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Frederick approached the stables, a tall knight stepped from between the stalls. His armor was dark with age, and a long scar ran from his temple to the edge of his jaw. Upon his cloak was embroidered a golden dragon with folded wings. “Frederick,” he said, as though he had been expecting him. “I am Sir Roland.” Frederick bowed, but his gaze lingered upon the strange emblem. “I thought the dragon crest was forbidden, sir.” For a moment, Sir Roland’s expression hardened. From somewhere deep beneath the castle came a low, trembling sound, and every horse in the stable stamped and whinnied. “It is,” Sir Roland said quietly. “That is why you must tell no one you saw it.” </nc-section>