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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Knight's Greeting (Version 1)" data-color="red"> As I dismounted near the stables, a towering figure in gleaming armor approached. His scarred face broke into a warm smile. "You must be Frederick," Sir Roland said, clasping my shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "Welcome to Castle Aldenreach. I trust the journey wasn't too harsh?" "The road was kind, Sir Roland," I replied, bowing as deeply as my aching legs would allow. "It's an honor to finally meet the knight whose deeds my father spoke of so often." His eyes softened at the mention of my father. "Then we have much to discuss, young squire. Much indeed." Thunder snorted beside us, and Sir Roland chuckled. "Your stallion has spirit. We'll find him a proper stall. Come—the evening meal awaits, and with it, your first lesson." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Knight's Greeting (Version 2)" data-color="green"> The stables smelled of hay and leather, and I was brushing down Thunder when a shadow fell across the stable door. "So. The new squire arrives," said a gruff voice. Sir Roland stood there, arms crossed, his weathered face unreadable. "You're late." "My apologies, Sir Roland. The pass was flooded—" "Excuses are like rust, boy. They corrode everything they touch." He stepped closer, studying me like a smith appraising a blade. Then, unexpectedly, the corner of his mouth twitched. "But you rode through a flooded pass rather than wait it out. That shows mettle. Unload your things. Training begins at dawn—whether you're ready or not." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Knight's Greeting (Version 3)" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland was already waiting by the stables when I arrived, leaning against a wooden post as if he'd known the exact moment I would ride through the gates. "Frederick," he said, pushing off the post to greet me. "Your letters said you'd arrive by the north road. You came by the eastern fields instead." I blinked, dismounting. "How could you know that?" "Because I watched you for the last quarter mile." His eyes sparkled with quiet amusement. "A knight must always observe more than he is observed. Remember that—it's the first of many lessons." He offered his hand, firm and calloused. "Welcome to your new life, Frederick. I have a feeling you'll do well here." </nc-section>