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<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: Sir Roland's Welcome (Version 1)" data-color="red"> I guided Thunder through the gates and into the bustling courtyard, where the clatter of hooves and the smell of hay filled the air. Before I could dismount, a broad-shouldered knight strode toward me from the stables, his plate armor dulled by years of hard use. His grey beard was trimmed close, and his eyes were sharp beneath heavy brows. "You must be Frederick," he said, offering a gauntleted hand. "I am Sir Roland. I trained half the squires in this keep, and I expect the same effort from you that I demanded from them. Give your horse to the stable boy and come with me. There is much to learn before the sun rises tomorrow." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: Sir Roland's Welcome (Version 2)" data-color="green"> As I swung down from Thunder's saddle, my legs nearly buckled from the long ride. A tall knight was leaning against the stable doorframe, a half-eaten apple in one hand. He straightened with an easy grin and tossed the core into a nearby bucket. "Frederick, I presume? Sir Roland, at your service, though you'll find I'm less formal than most of the lords here," he said, clapping me on the shoulder hard enough to rattle my teeth. "Your horse looks like he's run half the realm. Let the grooms tend to him. Walk with me, and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. Trust me, the cot is more comfortable than it looks." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: Sir Roland's Welcome (Version 3)" data-color="blue"> Thunder snorted and tossed his head as I brought him to a halt beside the stables. Before I could find my footing on the cobblestones, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stable doors. It was a knight in worn leather and chainmail, his face lined with old scars, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had clearly seen many battles. "Easy, lad. He's not the only one who has traveled far today," the knight said, his voice low and steady. "I am Sir Roland. The king's letter named you as my new squire. I have served this castle for thirty years, and I have buried more friends than I care to count. So I will not waste your time or mine. Stable your horse, then meet me by the training yard. We begin with the truth about what it means to wear a knight's spurs." </nc-section>