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<nc-section data-title="A Knight's Welcome" data-color="red"> As Frederick dismounted near the stables, a tall figure in gleaming armor approached. Sir Roland, the local knight, had a weathered face and eyes that held both kindness and steel. "Ah, you must be the new squire," Sir Roland said, extending a gauntleted hand. "I am Sir Roland, sworn protector of these lands. Welcome to Castle Blackmoor." Frederick bowed deeply, his heart pounding. "Thank you, Sir Roland. I am honored to serve." The knight studied him carefully. "Honor means little until it is tested, boy. But I see fire in your eyes. Perhaps you will do well here. Come, let me show you the stables where you'll be working." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Welcome" data-color="green"> The smell of hay and horseflesh filled Frederick's nostrils as he led Thunder toward the stables. Before he could reach the doors, a commanding voice stopped him in his tracks. "Hold there, young one." Sir Roland stood with his arms crossed, his silver-trimmed armor catching the last rays of the setting sun. Despite his imposing presence, his smile was warm. "You must be Frederick. Word of your arrival reached the castle this morning. I trust the journey was not too taxing?" "Not at all, my lord," Frederick replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Good. A squire must be resilient. Your training begins at dawn—but first, let us see to your horse. A knight who neglects his steed neglects himself." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Welcome" data-color="blue"> Shadows lengthened across the courtyard as Frederick tethered Thunder outside the stables. He had barely unlatched his saddlebag when he sensed someone watching him. Turning, he found himself face to face with a knight whose reputation had preceded him—Sir Roland, the Dragon of the Marches. "So," Sir Roland said, circling Frederick slowly, "this is the lad the steward recommended. You're smaller than I expected." Frederick lifted his chin. "I may be small, Sir Roland, but I am determined." A rare grin cracked the knight's stern expression. "Determination is worth more than size. Very well, squire. Report to me at first light. We shall see what mettle you are made of." </nc-section>