Still at the high table, Sybille stood and headed for a door opposite the one the rest of the Seven had just left through. "Come with me, Libitina." Hermione followed, making a valiant effort to keep her knees from shaking. She knew very little of what collection of the Price looked like. The books she had been able to find only indicated great pain, so much, in fact, that some didn’t survive the process. She knew her life was forfeit, knew that they would come for her if she lived through collection. But that didn't matter - the Vow would remain, even with her death. That mattered very much.