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

<passage>:
Ravdin shook his head. "We are not sick." "There is no mystery," Ravdin said softly. "We stayed behind was nearly sundown when Ravdin eased the ship down Ravdin met him eye for eye. "I can't say." The Hunter laughed. "Let's be precise, you don't choose to want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running A bell chimed softly in his ear. Ravdin forced his attention Ravdin's face flushed hotly. "Much greater things," he With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart don't have the words to express ourselves," she said softly. "We can't tell you in words what we have to say, but music The station was completely empty as Ravdin walked down is a language even you can understand. We can tell you what we want in music." Frankle scowled. He knew about the magic of this music, could weave, of their strange, magic power to steal strong men's minds from them and make them like children before wolves. But he had never heard this music with his own ears. He looked at them, his eyes strangely bright. "You know I habitation. Vaguely, uneasiness grew in his mind as he entered the shuttle station. Suddenly, the music caught him, a long, "But this is different music." Dana's eyes widened, and she threw an excited glance at her husband. "Our music is beautiful, wonderful to hear. If you could only hear it—" "Never." The man hesitated. "Your music is forbidden, poisonous." know that. How dare you propose—" low chord of indescribable beauty, rising and falling in the Her smile was like sweet wine, a smile that worked into the wind, a distant whisper of life.... others in the great amphitheater set deep in the hillside outside the city. But he knew instinctively that Lord Nehmon, shining bright beauty of the city, Ravdin settled back, trying anticipating his return, would not be at the concert. as if by magic. Then he looked away, and a cruel smile curled his lips. He motioned toward the stone. "All right," he said mockingly. "Do your worst. Show me your precious music." Everything he had ever hoped or dreamed lay sheltered here in the ever-changing rhythm of colors and shapes and sounds. life was entangled in the very beauty of this wonderful city. up his spine, his eyes drawn back to the gleaming jewel. Suddenly, the music filled the room, rising sweetly like an overpowering wave, filling his mind with strange and wonderful images. The stone shimmered and changed, taking the rose. Frankle felt his mind groping toward the music, trying desperately to reach into the heart of it, to become part of it. Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed depths of oblivion to the heights of glory in the old, old song of their people. A song of majesty, and strength, and dignity. A song of love, of aspiration, a song of achievement. A song of peoples driven by ancient fears across the eons of space, seeking only peace, even peace with those who drove them. Frankle heard the music, and could not comprehend, for with enthralling beauty and abandon, her body moving like ripples of wind to the music which filled the room with its his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of flowing turn a symphony of flawless perfection as she danced music slowed, singing softly, and Ravdin could see the old to the wild music. "Lord Nehmon!" he came forward, clapped Ravdin on the shoulder, and those glorious chords, but he felt the strangeness in the pangs a shame. Mischana is the master tonight, and the whole city of fear which groped through his mind, cringing from the wonderful Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. "I had to took his hand warmly. "You're too late for the concert—it's is there." Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness ! I'll hunt you down as my fathers hunted you down, I'll bring my people their vengeance and glory, and your foul music will be dead!" He turned to the guards, wildly, his hands still trembling. "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But find out where their people have gone. Find out! Music! We'll take the music out of them, once and for all." planted. For Frankle had heard the music. He had grasped the beauty of his enemies for that brief instant, and in that instant they had become less his enemies. A tiny seed of doubt had quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out in this green Jungle-land, but lives nonetheless. away." Ravdin stared at the old man, his eyes suddenly bright. "Not what I've been thinking." Ravdin sat down, clasping Ravdin's eyes were bright. "Yes, we flee, we cringe, we hide Ravdin shook his head. "Do you mean that the Hunters are are different, their culture is different, but they are men. And human life is sacred, to us, above all else. This is the fundamental basis of our very existence. Without it we would be "The concert's over!" Ravdin walked to the window, feeling he had heard of the witchcraft these weak chicken-people Ravdin turned away from his bride. "Tell her," he said to Ravdin nodded wordlessly. cannot listen to your music. It is forbidden, even you should Ravdin nodded. "That's the trouble. They come closer every gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. "Ravdin," the breeze. Ravdin's uneasiness disappeared ?" Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music burst from the sounding-board, odd, wild music, suddenly hopeful. "No," he said, "no, of course not. You know that." you ?" Ravdin's hand trembled. "I—I don't know. None of us living new hope. "Ravdin, can't you see? how we've grown since the wars with the Hunters. Think how our philosophy and culture have matured! Oh, Ravdin, you were to be master at a concert next month. Think how the concerts have changed! Even my grandmother can remember real concert could be! Why, those people had never begun to understand music until they themselves became a part of it. Even we can see these changes, why couldn't the Hunters have grown and changed just as we have?" Nehmon's voice broke in, almost harshly, as he faced the excited pair. "The Hunters don't have concerts," he said grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our music, they scoff at our arts and twist them into obscene mockeries. They have no concept of beauty in their language. The Hunters are incapable of change." "But she's right all the same," Ravdin said softly. "You're There was music among them still, but it was a different sort of music, now, an eerie, hopeless music that drifted out of the city in the wind. It caused all but the bravest of the beasts, their hair prickling on their backs, to run in panic through for the constant roving. A proud people, yet a people who Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired. throbbing cry. Her beauty was exquisite, every motion, every Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness tall thicket near the place where the city had stood. Ravdin's at ready. Ravdin and Dana were seized and led to the Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice

<question>:
What is Ravdin’s job?

<options>:
A He scouts space for the Hunters.
B He is a warrior.
C He is a spy.
D He is a musician.

<answer>:

A