Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Ambassador Nitworth glowered across his mirror-polished, nine-foot There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward, with a hollow clack. He wilted, an ungainly tangle of over-long limbs and gay silks. Retief turned to the watching crowd. "Next?" he called. to fight." "We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush things?" "I have a suggestion," Magnan said. "Why not turn the reins of "What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one among us who's a slave to instinct—and, naturally, we have to follow "We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum!" "Why?" him." "Why not do it another way?" Magnan offered. "Now, I'd like to suggest community singing—" "If we gave up fighting, we might live too long. Then what would happen?" "Live too long?" Magnan looked puzzled. "When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with The Military Attache blinked. "That's absurd," he said flatly. Nitworth the new Qornt stepping on our heels—" "I've lost the thread," Magnan said. "Who are the new Qornt?" slapped the table. "Have you thought of forsaking your warlike ways?" Magnan asked. "What about taking up sheepherding and regular church attendance?" recommendation?" The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. "What about a stiff Note demanding an extra week's time?" "No! No begging," the Economic Officer objected. "I'd say a calm, dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible." "We don't want to give them the idea we spook easily," the Military "Oh, by no means. The fleet lifts in thirty days. After all, we're Qornt we have to satisfy our drive to action." Attache said. "Let's delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow." "Early tomorrow," Magnan said. "Or maybe later today." Political Officer. "I want five proposals for resettlement on my desk by oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow." Nitworth rapped out instructions. Harried-looking staff members arose and hurried from the room. Magnan eased toward the door. "Well, I see you're of a mind with me," Nitworth nodded. "Our plan of action is clear, but it remains to be implemented. We have a population "Where are you going, Magnan?" Nitworth snapped. of over fifteen million individuals to relocate." He eyed the "Kindly return to your chair," Nitworth said coldly. "A number of let us know how it works out." chores remain to be assigned. I think you, Magnan, need a little field head and do something rash if I go." "Nonsense! A diplomat is immune to heroic impulses. Take Retief along. No dawdling, now! I want you on the way in two hours. Notify the transport pool at once. Now get going!" "Oh, Retief," Nitworth said. Retief turned. observe." "Retief, we're engaged in a serious mission. This is not a time to think of sightseeing." might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I'm not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me." "You expect me to make my way back alone?" "It hardly seems fair. Eight feet tall and faces like that!" "Aren't you a Qornt?" "Not at all! A Verpp wouldn't think of fertilizing a Qornt." "Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation had established a settlement there, but I confess I pay little note to such matters." "We're wasting time, Retief," Magnan said. "We must truss these chaps up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they said." hurry, Retief, we're likely to be caught there with the last of the evacuees!" "And the Qornt are responsible for the ultimatum—unilaterally?" "What did he say?" "That depends. I wouldn't recommend interfering with the Gwil or the Rheuk it's their nest-mending time, you know. The Boog will be busy mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up have issued an ultimatum to the Corps Diplomatique Terrestrienne—who "That's true. And the drubbing they received was well-deserved. I'm a patient man, but there are occasions—" "Come along, please," Zubb called. "Another ten minutes' walk—" "See here, we have no interest in investigating this barrow," Magnan military leaders regarding the ultimatum!" can be an irascible lot when disturbed at their feasting." "When will the feast be over?" Magnan called hoarsely. "In another few weeks, I should imagine, if, as you say, they've scheduled an invasion for next month." "Look here, Zubb." Magnan shook a finger at the tall alien. "How is it "Oh, the majority of the Qornt favor the move, I imagine." "Retief, this is fantastic! I've heard of iron-fisted military cliques before, but this is madness!" off to enjoy a brisk affray and some leisurely looting afterward. But "Twelve feet if he's an inch," Magnan estimated. "And now we really must hurry along—" "That one is chief among these rowdies. I'm sure you'll want a word we prefer a nice numerical advantage. Not this business of tackling you "But now that's all off, of course," Magnan chirped. "Now that we've had diplomatic relations and all—" kindly step along, gentlemen...." "That won't be necessary," Magnan said hastily, "I've decided to refer "Careful, Mr. Magnan you may goad him to a frenzy." "By no means," Zubb whistled. "I much prefer to observe the frenzy anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now step along, please." "But Mr. Retief is your leader now. He won't let you!" "I doubt it." "You'll face the wrath of Enlightened Galactic Opinion!" "Rest assured, this will be reported!" "Oh? How big a navy does Enlightened Galactic Opinion have?" "Stop scaring him, Mr. Magnan. He may get nervous and shoot." Retief Smorbrod, as I think you call it. What is it you're after? More time? A compromise? Negotiations? Peace?" He slammed a bony hand against the table. "The answer is no !" Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. "Chain that "Silence!" Qorn hooted. "No use your talking to my loyal lieutenants anyway," he added. "They do whatever I convince them they ought to do." "But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—" "It should have the effect of stimulating the Terries to put up a he hooted. "I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!" assure you, it's useless. We Qornt like to fight." "I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong impression, your Excellency," Retief said blandly. "We didn't come to negotiate. We came to deliver an Ultimatum." seventy-two hours, or suffer the consequences." IV "You have the gall," Qorn stormed, "to stand here in the center of I'll get a crack at him." Across the cleared floor, Qorn shook off his helpers with a snort. "Enough! Let me at the upstart!" Retief moved out to meet him, watching the upraised backward-jointed

<question>:
Which reaction to the ultimatum was not suggested to Nitworth?

<options>:
A Delayed withdrawal
B Guerilla warfare
C Quick withdrawal
D Insisting on more time

<answer>:

B