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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> After I passed through the outer gate, a groom directed me toward the stables. As I dismounted, a tall knight in dented plate armor strode out from the shadows. "You're the new squire," Sir Roland said, his voice like grinding stone. He didn't wait for an answer. He circled Thunder, then me, his eyes narrowing. "Your horse is too soft. So are your hands, I'd wager." He tossed me a curry comb. "We'll fix that before supper. Muck out the stalls, then polish my saddle until I can see my face in it. If you're still standing by moonrise, we'll talk." I caught the comb, my palms already aching. I swallowed hard. "Yes, sir." He grunted and turned away, leaving me alone with the smell of hay and the distant cluck of chickens. Thunder nosed my shoulder, and even he seemed unsure of what we had ridden into. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Kindly Knight" data-color="green"> Inside the stable yard, the scent of fresh hay and warm horse hide wrapped around me. I had barely swung down from Thunder when a broad-shouldered knight in a green surcoat came forward, smiling. "Frederick, is it? I'm Sir Roland. Welcome to Ironhold Castle." He took Thunder's reins and patted the stallion's neck. "A fine animal. You've cared for him well." He handed me a brush and motioned toward the water trough. "Let's get him settled, and then I'll show you where you'll sleep. We start training at dawn, but tonight—tonight you eat with the rest of us and ask every question you like." His voice was warm, and for the first time since leaving home, the tight knot in my stomach began to ease. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Watcher in the Shadows" data-color="blue"> I had just led Thunder into the cool, dim stables when I realized I was not alone. A man in a dark cloak stood by the last stall, hardly more than a shadow. "You arrive late," Sir Roland said, his voice low and even. He did not step into the light, but I felt his gaze like a cold wind. He studied my hands, my boots, the way I stood, as if reading a map I had not been shown. "The castle has more secrets than rats," he said. "If you mean to last here, boy, keep your eyes open and your mouth shut." Then he turned and motioned for me to follow him toward a narrow door behind the grain bins. "Come. There is something you must see before the others know you're here." My heart pounded as I left Thunder with the stable cat and followed. </nc-section>