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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> I reined Thunder in beside the stables, where a knight in a scarlet cloak stood waiting. He looked me over, from my travel-stained boots to the practice sword at my hip. “Frederick?” he asked. “I’m Sir Roland. See to your horse first, then come find me. A squire who forgets his mount won’t last long here.” I slid from the saddle, suddenly aware that my training had already begun. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and fresh-cut grass met me as I guided Thunder toward the stables. A broad-shouldered knight emerged from the doorway carrying a bucket of water. “You must be Frederick,” he said, setting it down for Thunder. “Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle.” He smiled as Thunder drank. “We’ll begin your lessons at dawn. Tonight, you and your horse have earned a rest.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Near the stables, a knight stepped into my path and raised a hand. Thunder stopped before I even touched the reins. “Fine horse,” the man said. His gaze shifted to me. “I’m Sir Roland, and I’m told you’ve come to train.” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” He glanced toward the darkening sky. “Stable Thunder quickly, Frederick. There’s something you should see before the light fades.” </nc-section>