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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 approached, his stride confident and unhurried. "You must be Frederick," the knight said, extending a gloved hand. "I am Sir Roland, keeper of this castle's peace and, as of today, your teacher." Frederick clasped his hand, surprised by the warmth of the knight's smile. "Your father spoke highly of you in his letters. Come—let us stable your fine Thunder, and then I'll show you the yard where your real training begins." Frederick felt his nervousness melt away as Sir Roland took the reins, speaking kindly to the stallion as if it were an old friend. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Stern Test" data-color="green"> Frederick had barely swung down from the saddle when a voice cut through the evening air like a blade. "You're late." Sir Roland stood near the stable doors, arms crossed, his scarred face unreadable in the fading light. Frederick stammered an apology, but the knight waved it off. "The road excuses no one, boy. A squire who cannot arrive on time cannot be trusted with a knight's sword." He circled Thunder slowly, inspecting the horse with a critical eye. "At least you care for your mount. That tells me something." Frederick straightened his shoulders, sensing that this was the first of many tests—and resolved not to fail it. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: An Ominous Greeting" data-color="blue"> The stables were strangely quiet when Frederick arrived, the stablehands nowhere to be seen. Then a figure emerged from the shadows between the stalls—Sir Roland, his armor dull and travel-stained, his eyes wary. "Frederick," he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder before stepping closer. "I'm glad you've come, but you must listen carefully. Things are not as they should be at this castle. Speak little of what you see, trust no one until I tell you otherwise, and keep your horse ready to ride." Before Frederick could ask a single question, the knight's hand closed around his shoulder. "Now smile, boy. We're being watched." </nc-section>