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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Stable Greeting" data-color="red"> The stable yard smelled of hay and iron. Frederick dismounted stiffly, Thunder snorting under him, when a shadow fell across the mounting block. Sir Roland stood there, armor dulled by travel, hand resting on his sword hilt. He did not smile. "You are the boy they sent," he said, voice low. "The one who thinks training is a story. Put your horse away properly. Swords are not carried by boys who cannot care for a beast." Frederick straightened, his new squire's tabard feeling suddenly too light. "Yes, Sir Roland." "See that it stays that way," Roland growled, turning toward the armory. "First lesson begins at dawn. Don't be late." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Stable Greeting" data-color="green"> I had barely tied Thunder to the post when laughter rolled from the stables. Sir Roland emerged with a soot-smudged stablehand on his shoulder, a half-eaten apple in his teeth, and a grin that split his weathered face. "Well, well," he called out, clapping a heavy hand on my back. "Frederick, is it? You made good time. Your horse has the look of a good one — he likes you, I can tell." He offered me the apple. "Welcome to the castle, lad. Training starts with listening and feeding. Come, I'll show you where the tack is kept and introduce you to Old Brindle. She bites, but only the lazy." For the first time since leaving home, the castle felt like it might be home. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Stable Greeting" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, the torches had not yet been lit. Frederick led Thunder in, the echo of hooves soft on stone, when a figure stepped from between the stalls. Sir Roland was not in full plate, only a grey cloak over a worn hauberk. His eyes caught the dim light. "You are early," he said quietly. "The castle does not welcome you yet, squire. It tests you." Frederick bowed. "Sir." Roland gestured to a shadowed corner where a battered training sword leaned against a stall. "The first night, you sleep with your blade. The dragons are gone, but the castle remembers them. Listen to the stones. They will tell you more than I can." He vanished back into the dark, leaving Frederick alone with the sound of breathing horses and the weight of an unwelcome omen. </nc-section>