The doors opened not long thereafter, and she entered, along with his newly most favored servant.  The assassin walked with a hand on Sybille's shoulder, both prompting her to keep moving towards Konrad's throne and keeping her from trying to bolt unexpectedly.  As well, though the assassin knew it not, his hand was, perverse though it was, the only comfort Sybille had in this alien, intimidating fortress, to which she had been brought for no reason she knew.<br/><br/>Sybille's gaze, which had swept up and down the immense hall as they entered, settled on Konrad as she approached his throne.<em>This must be the Prince,</em>she thought.<em>Prince of what?  Prince Konrad...Konrad...Konrad...</em>she could not place the name, though it seemed familiar to her, and seeing his face brought no help.  She had simply been too young when she had been in the hands of the Brotherhood to remember much about that fearful time, and Konrad himself had been a boy, and she did not recognize him.  She was afraid of him, though.  She saw his cruel, stern face and the insectoid tesselations on his black armor, and she trembled.<br/><br/>Blue Stones had to pull her along to get her to take those last steps before they stood before Konrad's throne.  The assassin fell to one knee, and only after he gave Sybille an angry glare did she do so as well.  "Your Highness," began the assassin.  "I have returned."