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<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Knight of Iron" data-color="red"> I reined Thunder to a halt near the stables, the scent of hay and horses filling the evening air. A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the stable door—Sir Roland, the local knight, clad in a plain tunic and worn leather gloves. His gray eyes swept over me, then over Thunder, with the practiced appraisal of a man who trusted horses more than people. “You ride well enough for a squire,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “But a castle is not a field, boy. In there, every step you take is watched, and every mistake is remembered.” He stepped closer and rested a hand on Thunder’s neck. “Stable your horse. Then find me in the training yard. We’ll see what kind of steel you carry—inside and out.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Warm Welcome" data-color="green"> The stable yard was alive with the clatter of buckets and the soft nickering of horses as I dismounted. A broad-shouldered man with a sunburnt face and a ready smile strode toward me, wiping his hands on a cloth. This, I knew at once, was Sir Roland—though he looked more like a farmer than a legendary knight. “Frederick, is it?” He clasped my forearm warmly. “Welcome, lad. Don’t let the castle folk frighten you with their solemn faces. Half of them have forgotten how to smile.” He nodded toward Thunder. “Fine horse. Let’s get him settled, and then I’ll show you where the kitchen keeps the good bread. A squire fights better on a full stomach.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Knight Who Knew" data-color="blue"> Dusk had deepened by the time I reached the stables, and the castle windows glowed like embers above me. Sir Roland stood waiting beneath the stable arch, his cloak stirring in a wind that seemed to follow only him. He did not smile. “Frederick,” he said, and the way he spoke my name made it sound like an old secret. “You have your father’s eyes.” He glanced at Thunder, then back at me. “There are things in this castle that will test you before your training even begins. When they do, come to me. Not to the courtiers, not to the priests. To me.” He turned toward the stable door. “Now, see to your horse. We have much to discuss—and little time.” </nc-section>