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Here are three alternate continuations: <nc-section data-title="Version 1 - A Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely dismounted at the stables, his legs stiff from the long ride, when a broad shadow fell over him. Sir Roland stood there, arms crossed over his plate and mail, his beard more grey than brown and his face lined from years of sun and battle. "You the new squire?" he barked, his voice carrying over the snorts and shuffling of horses. "Frederick, is it? You took your time. Stable your beast properly — brush him down, feed him, water him — before you see to yourself. We do things right in this castle, boy. No shortcuts. Leave Thunder here and follow me. I'll show you where you'll sleep, if you can stand the draft." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 - A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and horses was still new to Frederick when a hearty laugh rang out from the stable doors. "And you must be Frederick!" Sir Roland was not at all what he had expected — younger than the stories had made him, with kind eyes and a straw stalk tucked between his teeth. The knight clapped a gauntleted hand warmly on Frederick's shoulder. "Welcome, lad. I'm Roland. I remember my first day arriving at these stables — nervous as a colt, just like you. Come, let's get Thunder settled. The stableboys will show you the tack room, and then I'll get you a hot meal. You must have a hundred questions, and I'm happy to answer them all." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 - An Ominous Welcome" data-color="blue"> Frederick was leading Thunder toward the low stone stables as dusk deepened, when he realized a knight was already watching him in the gloom. Sir Roland leaned against a wooden post, his cloak pulled tight, his expression unreadable. "Frederick," he said quietly, as if he had been expecting him for some time. "So you have come at last." He stepped forward and took Thunder's reins, his eyes never leaving Frederick's face. "The horses have been restless all week. They sense things we have forgotten how to feel." He handed the reins back. "Tend to your horse, squire. Then find me in the chapel. There are things about this castle — and what sleeps beneath the mountain — that your training must prepare you for." </nc-section>