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"yes. i would like that, haizel. plant seven more plants which wlll bear red blossoms such as these," senmut instructed. "seven is a holy number."

a thought came to him; he looked from the flower to the man with renewed interest. "as you know, our queen must marry. i would like you to cultivate a garden so beautiful that bouquets might be used from it for the ceremonies. preserve a good deal of petals as well, dry them in a store-room for making the palace lovely."