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"Lantash, I am sorry, but Morrigan insists you and I accompany her on a tour of my planets. She wishes to see the palaces, and to be treated to celebrations in each of them. She wishes to be worshipped, and I will arrange for that, of course. It is typical. However, it means you cannot leave until after we have taken this tour, which may take as long as a month." Korra says.

Lantash nods. "I understand. May Samantha join us?"

"Of course. She is your lo'tar, as well as your, well, you know what. Morrigan understands that you wish her with you. She has several men and women to see to her pleasure."

"Is there anything I should prepare?"

"Make sure you are completely up to date on all the data for the mines and other production. She will wish to be updated on that."

Lantash nods again. "I'll take care of that." He leaves the room.

Sam yawns secretly where she stands a couple steps behind Lantash. This is the fifth week of the tour, and this planet, like all the others, are throwing a grand party for the Goa'uld. Morrigan seems happy and able to take endless amounts of worship. Sam thinks that Korra and Lantash must be bored to tears, but they are making a good job of hiding it.

Right now another bunch of slaves are performing for them, showing off their local dance and music, with some acrobatics. They are skilled, but this has been going on for seven hours just today, alternating with food, drink, and performances. Sam has to remain here, ready for anything Lantash wants.

She is feeling tired, has been for a little while. She takes a step backwards and leans against the wall, hoping no one will notice. Another wave of dizziness flows over her, and she hopes she is not coming down with something. Some of the native food has been yucky - or different, is probably the nice word. Daniel would see it as an interesting cultural experience. Sam smiles at the thought.

Only one more planet to go after this one. Sam hopes they are not staying as long this time as they have on the other planets.

She looks up and straightens as the acrobats bow and step back, for the next course to be served. The doors open and slaves start bringing in plate after plate of food. Sam steps forward to help Lantash, as is her duty as a lo'tar. She accepts the plate from the servant, and look at the food. For once it looks fairly good, but still, when the smell hits her nose, she feels nauseous. She shakes her head. She is definitely coming down with something, or maybe she is just tired.

"Would you like something to eat, my Lord?" Sam asks Lantash.

He turns and looks at the food, with an expression of unhappiness. Sam can't blame him, this is the tenth course during the seven hours, and all the servings have been big. It doesn't matter how much a symbiote can tweak the metabolism temporarily. He and Martouf has got to feel very full.

Lantash throw a look at Korra, who nods almost imperceptibly. Lantash sighs and takes the plate, giving Sam a sweet smile when no one looks.

Sam takes the pitcher and pours more sparkling wine for Lantash, and he nods, unable to say thanks or he will risk Morrigan's suspicion. Goa'uld does not thank servants, even their lo'tars.

Four days later, they have finally arrived on the last planet in the tour. After this, Morrigan should go home, and she and Martouf/Lantash will be able to sneak off - or Korra will pretend to send Lantash somewhere where they can easily escape.

She just have to survive another week or so of Morrigan prancing around and people bowing to her and the Tok'ra pretending to be Goa'uld.

Sam is still feeling under the weather, but she hasn't talked to Lantash and Martouf. Not when Lantash is not quite himself. She has begun to suspect it's something else that causes her nausea, and not an illness, and if she is correct, she doesn't want Lantash to know until she is sure he is completely not Goa'uld.

They arrived on Morrigan's ship, instead of going through the Stargate, and the big mothership landed on the landing platform earlier that day.

This planet had some history of rebellion, so Morrigan wanted to impress and scare them off such thoughts. She expected they would be so impressed by her power and awesomeness that they would just subjugate themselves and work hard, worshipping her.

Sam suspected that was not the case, and later that day she was proven dangerously correct.

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