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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Warm Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick tied Thunder to the stable post, a broad-shouldered knight emerged from the shadows of the stalls. His armor gleamed in the fading sunlight, and a weathered smile broke across his scarred face. "You must be the new squire," the knight said, his voice steady as forged steel. "I am Sir Roland. The road has treated you well, it seems." Frederick tried to keep his knees from knocking. "Thank you, my lord. I'm honored to be here." Sir Roland clapped a hand on his shoulder, surprisingly gentle. "Save the honor for later, boy. Tonight, you'll eat. Tomorrow, we begin." <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Cautionary Greeting" data-color="green"> The stables smelled of hay, sweat, and old rain. Frederick was still adjusting his belt when a voice called from between two horses. "So the castle has taken another squire." Sir Roland stepped into view, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. His eyes were sharp, searching Frederick from cloak to boots. "Lord Sir Roland," Frederick managed, bowing as best he could. "Stand straight," the knight replied, not unkindly. "A squire who bends too early will break later. My name is Roland, and I mean to make sure you do not become another nameless ghost wandering these walls." Frederick swallowed, but he lifted his chin. "Then I will try not to fail you." Roland’s gaze lingered a moment, then softened into something almost like approval. "Good. That will have to be enough for now." <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight's Measure" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, where the lanterns were just being lit, a knight in polished steel waited with the stillness of a statue. Frederick approached slowly, his boots soft on the stone. The knight turned, his expression composed, his voice carrying the quiet authority of long service. "Frederick, I presume. I am Sir Roland, keeper of the eastern gate and trainer of the castle's junior knights." Frederick inclined his head. "My lord. It is a privilege to serve here." "It is a responsibility," Sir Roland corrected. "The castle does not need mere boys who wish to be heroes. It needs those who can bear duty when no one is watching." The knight studied him for a breath longer, then nodded once. "Begin by learning the horses. A knight without humility is only a man who carries a sword too large for him."