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<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> I led Thunder through the castle gate and toward the stables, where a broad-shouldered knight stood brushing down a gray mare. “You must be Frederick,” he said, setting aside the brush. “I’m Sir Roland. Welcome to the castle.” He took Thunder’s reins and examined him with an approving nod. “A fine horse. Let’s see him settled, and then I’ll show you where squires sleep.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Near the stables, I nearly collided with a knight carrying a bucket of water. “Steady there,” he said, catching the bucket before it spilled. His stern expression softened when he saw my travel-stained clothes. “Frederick, is it? Sir Roland. I’ve been expecting you.” Thunder nudged my shoulder as I bowed. Sir Roland laughed. “Your horse has the right idea. Supper first, ceremony later.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> As I dismounted beside the stables, a knight emerged from the shadows beneath the loft. His armor was worn, and a silver dragon was worked into the clasp of his cloak. “Frederick,” he said. “I am Sir Roland. Welcome.” He glanced toward the darkening hills beyond the walls. For a moment, I thought I heard something cry out in the distance. “Come,” he said quietly. “We’ll stable your horse before nightfall.” </nc-section>