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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red"> Before I could dismount, a tall man in dented chainmail stepped out from the shadow of the stable doors. His grey beard was trimmed short, and a scar ran white across his left cheek. He did not smile. "You are late, squire," he said. "The gates close at dusk, and you arrived with the last of the light." I slid from Thunder's back and bowed as my father had taught me. "I am Frederick, sir. I came as soon as the road allowed." "Sir Roland," he replied, folding his arms. "Knight of this keep, and the man who will decide whether you are worth the bread you eat here." He studied me for a long moment, his gaze moving from my dusty boots to the sword strapped awkwardly at my hip. "Your horse is better than you are, I think. Groom him. Then we will see what you can do with a blade." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Hand of Friendship" data-color="green"> A voice called out from the stable yard. "You must be the new squire! Careful with that gate, it sticks." A broad-shouldered knight strode toward me, pulling off a leather gauntlet as he came. He had a warm, weathered face and a grin that seemed to come easily to him. Behind him, a stable boy was already leading a tired mare into her stall, whistling. "I am Sir Roland," he said, clasping my forearm firmly. "Welcome to Ashford Keep. You've ridden hard, I can see it in your face. Let the stable lads see to your stallion. He's a fine animal, and he deserves a proper rest." He nodded toward Thunder, who was snorting and shaking his mane as though he, too, were glad to be off the road. "Come, Frederick. Supper will be waiting, and I have a feeling you'll need more than one bowl after that ride." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: Shadows in the Stable Yard" data-color="blue"> The stable yard was quiet, lit only by a single lantern hanging from a hook beside the door. As I led Thunder toward the water trough, a figure stepped into the lantern's pale circle. He moved so quietly that I had not heard him approach. "Frederick, is it?" The knight's voice was low and measured. He wore a plain cloak over his armor, and his hood was pulled back just enough to show dark, watchful eyes. "I am Sir Roland. I was told to expect you yesterday." "I was delayed on the northern road, sir," I said. "There were riders near the river crossing." Sir Roland's gaze flicked toward the dark gate for the briefest moment before returning to me. "Riders," he repeated thoughtfully. "Then you have already seen more of this kingdom than most squires see in a year." He gave a faint, unreadable smile. "Tell me about them tomorrow. Tonight, see your horse settled. Then get some sleep. You will need it, because the king's men do not take kindly to questions asked in the dark." </nc-section>