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<nc-section data-title="Version 1 - The Knight's Inspection" data-color="red"> Frederick had barely dismounted at the stables, his legs still stiff from the long ride on Thunder, when a broad shadow fell across him. Sir Roland stood there, arms crossed over his polished plate, his beard more grey than Frederick had imagined from the stories. "You the new squire?" Roland's voice was gruff, but not unkind. "Frederick, is it? You're late. The stable master doesn't like late. I don't like late either." He stepped forward and took Thunder's reins, eyeing the stallion and then the boy in a single, appraising sweep. "Well, you're here now. Leave your horse to me and try not to fall on your face before supper." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2 - A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> The clatter of hooves on cobblestone had barely faded as Frederick led Thunder toward the low-roofed stables, the scent of hay and leather heavy in the evening air. A laugh rang out before he even saw its owner. "And you must be Frederick!" Sir Roland emerged from the stable doorway, wiping his hands on a cloth, his face weathered and open beneath a head of copper hair. He clasped Frederick's forearm in the warrior's grip before the boy could manage a proper bow. "Welcome, lad. We've been expecting you. Any squire who rides a beast like this Thunder has good taste already." Roland patted the stallion's neck and smiled. "Come, let's get him settled. You must be hungry for more than just glory." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3 - Quiet Words at Dusk" data-color="blue"> Twilight had pooled in the courtyard by the time Frederick reached the stables, the castle's banners now still in the cooling air. He was fumbling with Thunder's saddle when he realized he was not alone. "Squire Frederick." The voice was quiet and even. Sir Roland stood at the edge of the stable light, tall and still in his unadorned steel, his eyes reflecting the lantern glow. He did not approach at once, but inclined his head. "I am Roland, keeper of this castle's knights. I watched you ride across the field. You handle your horse well." He stepped closer then, and placed a steady hand on Frederick's shoulder. "The path of a squire is long, and often lonely. Know that you are welcome here." </nc-section>