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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Frederick dismounted Thunder just as the last rays of sunlight faded behind the castle walls, the great stallion snorting and stamping near the open stables. A burly figure in dented plate armor strode forward from the shadows, his scarred face set in a grim line. Sir Roland planted himself before the young squire, one gauntleted hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “So you’re the new one,” he growled, looking Frederick up and down with open disdain. “Try not to get yourself killed on the first night. The stables are that way—see to your own beast. We don’t coddle green boys here.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The castle gates closed behind Frederick with a heavy thud as he led Thunder toward the lantern-lit stables. A broad-shouldered knight with a warm, weathered smile emerged from the tack room, wiping his hands on a rag. Sir Roland clapped the young squire on the shoulder like an old friend. “Welcome to the keep, lad! I’m Roland. You’ve got a fine horse there. Come, let’s get him settled, then I’ll show you where the kitchen still has stew left. Training starts at dawn, but tonight you eat and rest.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder’s hooves clattered on the cobblestones as Frederick approached the stables, the evening air thick with the scent of hay and iron. A tall knight in a dark cloak stepped silently from between the stalls, his eyes catching the torchlight like chips of ice. Sir Roland inclined his head in a slow, measured greeting. “Frederick, is it? I have been expecting you. The dragons stir in the north, and you have arrived at a dangerous hour. Leave the stallion. Walk with me. There are things you must hear before the others wake.” </nc-section>