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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick reined Thunder to a halt beside the stables, where the air smelled of hay, leather, and warm horseflesh. A broad-shouldered knight waited beneath the lanterns, one gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “You ride as though the king’s enemies are at your heels,” he said, his stern expression softening into a 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 gestured toward the bustling stable yard. “Come. Your life as a squire begins tonight.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> As Frederick approached the stables, a gray-haired knight emerged from the shadows carrying a lantern. His weathered cloak bore the silver hawk of the castle guard, and an old scar crossed his left cheek. “You must be Frederick,” the man said. His keen eyes passed over the young squire and then settled approvingly on Thunder. “A fine horse. Let us hope his rider proves equally worthy.” Frederick swallowed his nervousness and bowed from the saddle. “Sir Roland?” “The same.” The knight raised the lantern, illuminating the open stable doors. “Leave your horse with the grooms. There is much you must learn—and less time than I would like to teach it.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder shied as they entered the stable yard, disturbed by a sudden clang of steel. Frederick tightened the reins—and saw a knight step from between two rows of stalls, sheathing a gleaming sword. “Well held,” the stranger said. He was tall and lean, with dark hair streaked by silver. “Many new squires would have landed in the mud.” Frederick steadied Thunder. “Are you Sir Roland?” “I am.” The knight offered him a calloused hand as he dismounted. His grip was firm, his gaze sharper still. “And you are either very brave or very foolish to have crossed the western road after sunset.” Before Frederick could answer, a distant, unearthly roar rolled over the castle walls. Every horse in the stable began to tremble. Sir Roland looked toward the darkening hills. “We should speak inside.” </nc-section>