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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Near the stables, a broad-shouldered knight stepped out of the gathering dusk. I reined Thunder to a halt as the man caught his bridle with a practiced hand. “Frederick?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” “Sir Roland. You’ll be training under me.” His eyes moved from my dusty boots to the sword strapped at my side. “First lesson: see to your horse before you see to yourself.” I slid from the saddle, trying not to wince at my stiff legs. Sir Roland noticed anyway. The corner of his mouth twitched. “Good. You’ve already learned that riding in songs is easier than riding on roads.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stables smelled of hay, leather, and the welcome promise of shelter. As I led Thunder beneath the archway, a knight rose from a stool beside the door. A sleepy hound lifted its head at his feet. “You must be Frederick,” he said. “I’m Sir Roland.” I straightened so quickly that Thunder nudged my shoulder. Sir Roland chuckled. “No need to stand like a spear. We’ve enough of those.” He offered me a hand, and I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his greeting. “Come along. There’s a stall ready for your horse, and the cook has saved you supper.” He glanced at the darkening sky. “Tomorrow will be soon enough to discover whether you’ve brought any sense with that sword.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> I had almost reached the stables when Thunder stopped. His ears flattened, and a tremor passed through the reins. “Easy,” said a voice beside us. A knight stood beneath the stable lantern, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. An old burn scar ran from his jaw into the collar of his tunic. “Frederick, I take it. Sir Roland.” “What’s frightened him, sir?” Before he could answer, something struck the stable roof—a faint metallic tap. Sir Roland looked up. Caught between two shingles was a curved black fragment, its edges gleaming like polished glass. He reached for Thunder’s bridle. “Inside,” he said quietly. “Both of you.” Far beyond the castle walls, a low cry rolled through the hills. I had never heard its like, but Sir Roland had gone pale. </nc-section>