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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> I dismounted Thunder before the stables, still catching my breath from the ride. The boy groom took the reins as a heavy bootstep approached. Sir Roland stood in the stable yard, armor scarred, his face lined from years of war. "So you're Frederick," he said, not a greeting but an assessment. His eyes flicked from my mud-stained boots to the nervous grip on my practice sword. "You arrived late. The sun is already down." He pointed to the stalls. "Leave your horse. Squire training starts at first light, and you'll muck every stall here before you touch a blade. Prove you can carry weight before you try to swing it." He turned without waiting for an answer, and I understood this castle would not coddle me. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Greeting" data-color="green"> The stable doors swung open as I led Thunder in, the smell of hay and warm horses filling the cooling evening air. A knight in a polished green surcoat stepped forward, wiping his hands on a cloth. "Well now, don't just stand there with that tired horse, lad," Sir Roland said with a grin, clapping a broad hand on my shoulder. "I'm Sir Roland. Welcome to the keep." He took the reins gently from me. "You've got good hands on him. He trusts you. That's more important than any sword." He handed me a bucket of oats. "First lesson for any squire is knowing the beasts that keep a castle alive. Feed Thunder, then come find me in the yard. We'll get you settled and I'll show you where the good stew is." For the first time since leaving home, I felt I might belong. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Greeting" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, the torchlight was dim and the shadows deep. I was about to uncinch Thunder's saddle when a figure stepped from between the stalls. Sir Roland, his visor up, his eyes reflecting the firelight like a dragon's. "Frederick," he murmured, as if he already knew my name. "You were watched on the road." He gestured to the castle walls above us, where banners hung still despite the wind. "The training you seek is not only steel and lance. There are things in these stones that do not appear in the manuals." He pressed a cold iron key into my palm. "Sleep in the north tower tonight. The master-at-arms will find you at dawn. And Frederick... do not speak of what you see in the stables after dark." He melted back into the gloom, leaving me alone with my horse and a key that hummed faintly in my hand. </nc-section>