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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Thunder slowed to a trot as we reached the stables. A broad-shouldered knight waited beside the open doors, his red cloak stirring in the evening wind. “You must be Frederick,” he said. “I’m Sir Roland.” I dismounted, nearly catching my boot in the stirrup. Sir Roland noticed but said nothing. He took Thunder’s reins while I found my footing. “Come,” he said, nodding toward the stable. “We’ll see to your horse before we see to your training.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The scent of hay reached me before I found the stables. I drew Thunder to a halt beside a water trough, where a knight was rolling up his sleeves to help a stablehand carry feed. He set down the sack and turned. “Frederick?” “Yes, sir.” “Sir Roland.” He offered me a hand, his grip firm but welcoming. “You’ve come a long way. Give your horse some water, and then I’ll show you where you’re to sleep.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As Thunder and I approached the stables, a man in a weathered blue surcoat stepped out to meet us. A sword hung at his side, but he carried a currycomb in one hand. “Frederick, I take it,” he said. “Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle.” I swung down from the saddle and bowed. Roland glanced at Thunder’s lathered flanks. “A hard ride at the end?” “I wanted to arrive before dark.” “You did.” He opened the stable door. “Now let’s make sure Thunder is as glad to be here as you are.” </nc-section>