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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, a broad-shouldered man in polished armor strode toward him, his boots crunching on the gravel. Sir Roland, the castle's master-at-arms, wore a smile as warm as the evening sun. "So you're the new lad from the village," he said, clasping Frederick's shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "Good grip on the reins, I noticed. That's more than most arrive with." He gestured to a stable boy to take Thunder's lead. "Come. Supper is hot, the fire is warm, and tomorrow your training begins in earnest. Tonight, you rest." Frederick felt the knot of anxiety in his chest loosen for the first time since leaving home. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Test" data-color="green"> Frederick had barely slid from the saddle when a cold voice cut through the stable yard. "You're late." Sir Roland stood in the shadow of the stables, arms crossed, his scarred face unreadable. He circled Frederick slowly, appraising him like a horse at market. "The sun sets, boy, and only now do you arrive. A squire who cannot manage his own journey will never manage a knight's affairs." He snatched the reins from Frederick's hands and tossed them to a stable boy. "Clean your own mount tonight. Tomorrow at dawn, we see if you're worth the stable space." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Ominous Warning" data-color="blue"> A figure emerged from between the stalls as Frederick led Thunder into the yard. Sir Roland, the local knight, was older than the tales described—his beard streaked with gray, his eyes carrying the weight of many winters. "You've chosen a strange time to come to this castle, lad," he said quietly, glancing toward the darkening horizon to the east. He took the reins from Frederick with hands that trembled ever so slightly. "I've trained a dozen squires in these walls. But you..." He paused, studying Frederick's face. "There are things stirring beyond the mountains. Things I had hoped never to see again. Come inside, and I will tell you why your arrival is no accident." </nc-section>