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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight of the Red Standard" data-color="red"> Frederick reined Thunder to a halt near the stables, the stallion’s breath steaming in the cooling evening air. Before he had even swung down from the saddle, a broad-shouldered knight stepped from the shadow of the stable arch. His tabard bore a crimson standard, and his voice carried the easy authority of a man used to being obeyed. “So you are Frederick,” Sir Roland said, clasping the young squire’s forearm. “I am the knight of this keep, and I’ll be watching your training closely. A squire’s first duty is not to swing a sword, but to learn discipline. Stable your horse, then report to the armory.” Frederick nodded, heart hammering. Sir Roland’s grip was firm, his gaze firmer. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Green Lantern at the Stables" data-color="green"> Near the stables, a lantern glowed green against the gathering dusk. Frederick was loosening Thunder’s girth when a lean knight with weathered features and a moss-green cloak approached. Sir Roland moved quietly for a man in armor, and his smile was warmer than Frederick had expected. “Easy, lad,” Sir Roland said, seeing the squire startle. “The castle has frightened better men than you. I’m Sir Roland, and I greet you not as a judge but as a guide. Tend to your horse first — a knight who neglects his mount neglects his honor. When you’re done, find me by the well, and we’ll speak of what brought you here.” Frederick exhaled. The green lantern swayed, and some of his fear went with it. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Blue Twilight Greeting" data-color="blue"> The last blue light of evening lingered over the castle as Frederick led Thunder toward the stables. A knight in polished steel stood waiting by the stable door, his silhouette sharp against the twilight. He watched Frederick dismount with calm, measuring eyes. “Frederick, son of the northern vale,” Sir Roland said. It was not a question. “I am Sir Roland, knight of this castle. You arrive on the eve of strange tidings, and I would know what sort of squire rides through our gates.” Frederick straightened. “One who means to serve, my lord.” Sir Roland studied him a moment, then nodded. “Then serve well. Stable your horse, and meet me in the courtyard before the moon rises. We have much to discuss.” </nc-section>