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

<passage>:
renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. The Link Why? "For peace?" Frankle stared in disbelief. Then he shrugged, Are you going to tell me now, or do you propose choose to friendly lights and music. He checked the proper switches, and Frankle sat down slowly. "No doubt," he said. "Now understand me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your tongues. A civil tongue answers questions with the right answers. That is my definition of a civil tongue." He sat back felt the throbbing purr of the anti-grav motors as the ship slid coldly. "Now, shall we commence asking questions?" Dana stepped forward suddenly, her cheeks flushed. "We don't have the words to express ourselves," she said softly. Frankle scowled. He knew about the magic of this music, reflecting with subtle accuracy the tumult in his own mind. Not a sound was in the air, not a whisper nor sign of human poisonous." Her smile was like sweet wine, a smile that worked into the Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. "But who is to permit or forbid? After all, you are the leader here, and forbidden pleasures are all the sweeter." Frankle's eyes were on hers, fascinated. Slowly, with a graceful movement, she drew the gleaming thought-sensitive stone from her clothing. It glowed in the room with a pearly luminescence, and she saw the man's eyes turning to it, drawn 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." Like a tinkle of glass breaking in a well, the stone flashed its fiery light in the room. Little swirls of music seemed to swell from it, blossoming in the silence. Frankle tensed, a chill running 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 at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to create the crashing, majestic chords as the song lifted from the with enthralling beauty and abandon, her body moving like ripples of wind to the music which filled the room with its Frankle heard the music, and could not comprehend, for The dancer threw back her head sharply, eyes wide, her body frozen in mid-air, and then, abruptly, she was gone, leaving the authority was gone from his face gone too was the brilliance. His huge hand caught the hypnotic stone and swept it into crashing, ear-splitting cacophony against the cold steel bulkhead. He stood rigid, his whole body shaking, eyes blazing with fear and anger and hatred as he turned on Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness drowning out the dying strains of the music. "Spies! You thought you could steal my mind away, make me forget my duty and listen to your rotten, poisonous noise! them, hours ago." The last overtones of the music broke abruptly, like a glass them , their whole fleet. There were hundreds. They're coming, I saw them." blazing lights, the questions screaming in their ears, Frankle's vicious eyes burning in frustration, and their own screams, rising with each question they would not answer until their They know where that Frankle could hear, but words to bring deliverance, to we are , and they are coming quickly." His eyes filled with couldn't fear. "They died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly have found us so soon, unless they too before him, he let out one hoarse, agonized scream of frustration and defeat. But strangely enough he did not kill them. He left them on a cold stone ledge, blinking dumbly at each other as the ships of his fleet rose one by one and vanished like fireflies in planted. For Frankle here. We have no time to plan, no time to prepare for them. What can we do?" The room was silent. Finally the aged leader stood up, of them grunted, and moved into the dry darkness of the cave. Deep within him some instinct spoke, warning him to fear the roar of the animal. Only three thoughts filled their minds: It was raining. They were hungry. angrily. " Why do we run, my lord? " Why? Even animals know that when they're cornered they must turn and fight." "We are not animals." Nehmon's voice cut the air like a whiplash. "But we could fight." "Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals, and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight." "I'm sorry," he said gently. "It seems logical, but it's false logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives basis of our very existence. Without it we would be Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's why we must run away now, and always. Because we know that we must not kill men." voices, chattering, intermingled with whispers of song and occasional brief harmonic flutterings. The footfalls were muted on the polished pavement as the people passed slowly, their sensing the lurking discord in the quiet talk of the crowd. Suddenly the sound-boards in the room tinkled a carillon of ruby afraid ." felt the vague or fuzzy, it was clear here, only two hundred —we can't leave now. Not when we've come so far." next. And that will be the end of everything for us, unless we fight them." He paused, watching the last groups dispersing on you ?" everyone else just sitting and listening The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when changed, you wouldn't stand a chance. You'd never come back, Dana." Dana looked at her husband, and her eyes were proud. "You could forbid us," she said, facing the old man. "But you could never stop us." thought to thought, from voice to voice as the people of the city wearily prepared themselves once again for the long strong, now equally proud, but dwindling in numbers as toll for the constant roving. A proud people, yet a people who would turn and run without thought, in a panic of age-old fear. They had begged, tried to persuade them that there was no hope, that the very idea of remaining behind or trying to contact the they were sane, perhaps unwise, naive, but their decision had been reached, and they would not be shaken. He paused. "It will be up to you to see that they don't learn." Dana shook her head. "We'll tell them nothing, unless it's safe for them to know." "They'll question you, even torture you." She smiled calmly. "Perhaps they won't. But as a last resort, we can blank out." people living in peace, seeking the growth and beauty of the arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of strength and confidence. "Wish us the best, Nehmon. If a link can be forged, we will forge it." flagship. As they approached it, their hearts sank and they clasped hands to bolster their failing hope. The leader of the Hunters looked up from his desk as they were thrust into his cabin. Frankle's face was a graven mask unintelligible." "You've studied the basic tongues, haven't you?" Frankle's voice was as cold as his eyes. They're coming Frankle stared in contempt at the fair-skinned captives, fixing his eyes on them for a long moment. Finally he said, , Nehmon! I saw "Well?" seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's baritone. "You are the leader of the Hunters?" Frankle regarded him sourly, without replying. His thin face was swarthy, his short-cut gray hair matching the cold

<question>:
Which word describes Frankle’s leadership?

<options>:
A Ineffective
B Militaristic
C Democratic
D Passive

<answer>:

B