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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Near the stables, a broad-shouldered knight stepped into the fading light. His polished armor bore the crest of a silver hawk. “You must be Frederick,” he said, offering a gauntleted hand. “Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle.” Frederick slid from Thunder’s saddle and returned the greeting, trying not to let his weariness show. Behind Sir Roland, the stable doors stood open, warm with lamplight and the smell of hay. “Your training begins at dawn,” the knight said. “But first, let’s see that your horse is settled. A squire who neglects his mount won’t last long here.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable yard rang with the clatter of hooves and the low murmur of grooms. A knight in a green-trimmed cloak came to meet Frederick as he led Thunder beneath the archway. “Frederick, I presume?” the knight asked. “Sir Roland, at your service.” Frederick bowed. “I’m honored, sir.” “The honor will be yours to earn,” Roland replied, though a hint of amusement softened his stern expression. He glanced at Thunder, then nodded toward the stalls. “Come. We’ll find your horse a place, and I’ll show you where you’ll sleep. There’s much to learn before the first bell.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> A lantern bobbed beside the stables, carried by a tall knight whose blue cloak stirred in the evening breeze. He raised one hand, and Frederick brought Thunder to a halt. “Easy there,” the knight said, eyeing the stallion with approval. “I’m Sir Roland, the local knight. And you, young man, must be Frederick.” “Yes, sir.” “Then you’ve arrived just in time,” Roland said. His gaze shifted from Frederick to the darkening sky beyond the castle walls. “The horses are restless tonight. Strange lights have been seen over the northern hills.” He opened the stable door and stepped aside. “Get Thunder settled. After that, you and I will talk.” </nc-section>