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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> I drew Thunder to a halt beside the stables, where a broad-shouldered knight stood waiting with his arms folded. His cloak was travel-stained, and a pale scar crossed his chin. “Frederick?” he asked. I swung down from the saddle and bowed. “Yes, sir.” “Sir Roland.” He glanced at Thunder, then at the castle rising behind me. “See to your horse first. A squire who forgets that much won’t last a week here.” He took the reins while I loosened Thunder’s girth. For a moment, I thought I had already failed my first test. Then Sir Roland gave the stallion an approving pat. “Good,” he said. “You remembered without being told.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, a knight stepped out of the shadows with an apple in his hand. Thunder pricked his ears at once. “You must be Frederick,” the knight said, offering the apple to my horse. “I’m Sir Roland.” I dismounted, suddenly aware of the dust on my boots and the long ride in my bones. “I’m honored to meet you, sir.” Sir Roland smiled. “Save that until you’ve met me at dawn.” He nodded toward the stable doors. “Come. We’ll get Thunder settled, and then I’ll show you where you’re to sleep.” As I followed him inside, the castle bells began to ring for supper. For the first time since leaving home, I felt a little less like a stranger. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Thunder slowed as we reached the stables. A knight stood by the open door, watching the last light fade from the sky. He wore no helmet, and silver threaded his dark hair. “Frederick,” he said before I could introduce myself. “I’m Sir Roland. We’ve been expecting you.” I climbed down. “I hope I’m not too late.” “For supper? Perhaps.” His gaze shifted to the distant hills beyond the castle wall. “For your training, you’ve arrived just in time.” A strange cry sounded overhead. I looked up, but saw only the first stars. Sir Roland heard it too; his expression tightened before he turned toward the stable. “Settle your horse,” he said quietly. “Then we should talk.” </nc-section>