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

<passage>:
The cell had been put together more efficiently than any Korvin had Tr'en were an efficient people. All the preliminary reports had agreed Korvin's arrival a necessity. They were well into the atomic era, and An invitation, the Comity was sure, which the Tr'en would not accept. Korvin stretched out on the cell's single bunk, a rigid affair which was hardly meant for comfort, and sighed. He'd had three days of isolation, with nothing to do but explore the resources of his own mind. He'd tried some of the ancient Rhine experiments, but that was no good he still didn't show any particular psi talents. He couldn't unlock the cell door with his unaided mind he couldn't even alter the probability of a single dust-mote's Brownian path through the somewhat smelly air. Nor could he disappear from his cell and appear, as if by magic, several miles away near the slightly-damaged hulk of his ship, to the wonder and amazement of his Tr'en captors. He could do, as a matter of fact, precisely nothing. He wished quietly all the advance reports, were likely to be pretty boring, but they'd have been better than nothing. In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en Korvin was all alone. True, every night the guards came in and gave him a concentrated at the walls. The Tr'en were efficient his captors had left him with a full stock of food concentrates. But he was almightily bored, and about ready to tell anything to As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green. Korvin didn't but none that accounted for all the facts satisfactorily. Korvin Korvin," he said. It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. "You are of the Tr'en," he "I am Didyak of the Tr'en," he said. Amenities over with, he relaxed slightly—but no more than slightly—and came into the cell, closing the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that his captors had no more resources than the ones he saw: a small "What do you want with me?" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently Korvin sighed. "What are you doing here, then?" he asked. As to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a second. as it did the disclosure of the Tr'en fifty-eight teeth, mostly from, by peaceful and vocal means." Korvin filed it away for future Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. "I obey the But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from contrast of the Tr'en themselves were figured in. table near him, staring at Korvin and his guards. The guards stood on either side of their captive, looking as impassive as jade statues, six and a half feet high. Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler. The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race. The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if Korvin shrugged. "Some are over eight feet tall," he said, "and others under four feet." He used the Tr'en measurement scale, of course it Korvin nodded hurriedly. "Our race is more ... more approximate," he "True," Korvin said. The Tr'en, under other circumstances, would have been a valuable Korvin's appreciation of the size of that menace was growing hourly. He hoped the lie-detector had been adjusted correctly. If it showed him telling an untruth, he wasn't likely to live long, and his job—not to mention the strongest personal inclinations—demanded most strongly that he stay alive. He swallowed hard. But when the technicians forced him down into the seat, buckled straps around him, attached wires and electrodes and elastic bands to him at appropriate places and tightened some final Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than The Ruler was frowning at him. Korvin did his best to look receptive. Korvin looked sober. "Yes," he said. , nor did it mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant "disposed of for all time." "No," he said. Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. "Staying alive." The Ruler roared. "Do not waste time with the obvious!" he shouted. "Do not try to trick us Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler gestured and they went out the door in a hurry. The Ruler looked down at Korvin. "You will find that you cannot trick Korvin The experts in logic arrived shortly, and in no uncertain terms Korvin were so much primer material for the Tr'en. "They can be treated The expert frowned horribly, showing all of his teeth. Korvin did his "True," Korvin said. Korvin was very glad that wasn't a question. It was, after all, the the experts were clustered around the single chair. Korvin was still strapped to the machine a logical race makes use of a traitor, "It has no name," Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the "I do," Korvin said, "for convenience." "Not with exactitude," Korvin said. "I will," Korvin said, "so far as I am able." The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead "True," Korvin said. "True," Korvin said again. Korvin shrugged. "The explanation cannot be given to you." Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled Korvin tried to look grateful. "Well, then," he said, "what is your from a knot of Tr'en, inclined his head in Korvin's direction, and the speed of possible action and in the weight of action. All Tr'en Korvin nodded. "Yes." Korvin shrugged. "Not knowingly," he said. The Ruler flashed a look at the technicians handling the lie-detector. Korvin turned to see their Korvin wondered, as the technicians argued, how long they'd take studying the machine, before they realized it didn't have any defects to correct. He hoped it wasn't going to be too long he could foresee another stretch of boredom coming. And, besides, he was getting homesick. It took three days—but boredom never really had a chance to set in. Korvin found himself the object of more attention than he had hoped for method of resolving the obvious contradictions in his statements. Some of them went away fuming. Others simply went away, puzzled. On the third day Korvin escaped. It wasn't very difficult he hadn't thought it would be. Even the most Korvin thanked his lucky stars that their genius had been restricted particular plan. That, and the political structure of the Tr'en. escape without any annoying distractions in the way of deep reflection. Someone left a door unlocked and a weapon nearby—all complicated, but presented no new problems he was airborne, and then space-borne, inside of a few hours after leaving the cell. He set his course, relaxed, and cleared his mind. He had no psionic the Tr'en aren't about to come marauding out into space too soon. They've been given food for thought—nice indigestible food that's going to stick in to try for the mental sciences at all. No mental sciences, no insight into my mind or their own—and that means no translation.

<question>:
The chronology of Korvin's time with the Tr'en is:

<options>:
A capture, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, examinations, escape
B capture, examinations, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, escape
C capture, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, solitary confinement, escape
D capture, solitary imprisonment, examinations, escape

<answer>:

A