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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder slowed to a walk as we reached the stables. A broad-shouldered knight stood beneath the archway, his red cloak stirring in the evening wind. I dismounted, suddenly aware of the dust on my boots. “You must be Frederick,” he said. “I’m Sir Roland.” I bowed, nearly dropping Thunder’s reins. Sir Roland caught them with an easy smile. “See to your horse first. Then I’ll show you where a squire begins.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and leather greeted me before I reached the stables. Thunder pricked up his ears at the sound of another horse shifting inside. Beside the open doors, a knight was mending a frayed bridle. He set it down as I approached. “Frederick? I’m Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle.” I slid from the saddle and bowed. He nodded toward Thunder. “He’s carried you a long way. Let’s find him some water.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had just swung down from Thunder’s back when a voice called from the stable yard. “Hold there, young squire.” A knight stepped out of the shadows, his armor glinting faintly in the last light. My heart lurched, but his expression was kind. “Sir Roland,” he said, offering his hand. “I was told to expect you.” I shook it, hoping he could not feel how nervous I was. Behind us, the castle bell began to ring. </nc-section>