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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stern Greeting" data-color="red"> I reined Thunder to a halt near the stable entrance, the smell of hay and horses thick in the cooling air. A broad-shouldered knight in worn plate stepped from the shadows, hand resting on his sword hilt. “You’re the new squire?” Sir Roland’s voice was gravel and disappointment. “I expected you before the noon bell. Lord Aldric does not tolerate tardiness.” I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off with a raised gauntlet. “Stable your horse. Then find me in the training yard. Bring a wooden sword—if you think you deserve one.” Thunder snorted as Sir Roland turned away, leaving me to wonder if I had already failed my first test. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Kindly Welcome" data-color="green"> As I dismounted near the stables, a knight with a sun-bronzed face and a smile that crinkled his eyes stepped forward. “Welcome, Frederick. I am Sir Roland, master of the castle’s squires.” He reached out and stroked Thunder’s neck, and the stallion leaned into the touch. “A fine horse. You’ve ridden hard; let’s get him watered and fed before we speak of duties.” I fell into step beside him, surprised by the warmth in his voice. “The road to knighthood is long,” Sir Roland said as we led Thunder into a clean stall, “but you will not walk it alone. Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we begin.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Keeper of Secrets" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, an older knight in a deep blue cloak stepped into my path as I swung down from the saddle. “Frederick of Ashfall,” he said, and it was not a question. “I am Sir Roland, though some call me the Dragon’s Shadow. You’ve come at last.” His pale eyes studied me as though reading a page I had not yet written. “Leave the horse with the stable boy. There is much to discuss before the moon rises.” I hesitated, and he smiled—a thin, knowing smile. “You carry the scent of old magic. Did you think the castle would not notice?” My hand went to my belt, where a small, warm scale lay hidden. Sir Roland turned toward the gate, his cloak whispering on the cobbles. </nc-section>