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

<passage>:
One: The beacon was repaired. Two: The door was sealed, so there should be no more sabotage, accidental or deliberate. Three: The priests should be satisfied. The water was running again, my duplicate—as well as a 100-credit fine for firing a Solar inside a building.” “How I wish I could fire you all! Combination space-jockeys, mechanics, engineers, soldiers, con-men and anything else it takes to do the repairs. I have to browbeat, bribe, blackmail and bulldoze you thugs operate!” I recognized this deathless line as the curtain speech and crawled to my feet. He threw the Mark III file at me and went back to scratching in the spaceport. By non -space the regular rules don’t apply. Speed and measurements are a matter of relationship, not constant facts like the fixed universe. The first ships to enter hyperspace had no place to go—and no way to even tell if they had moved. The beacons solved that problem and Not through hyperspace. All you can do is approach as close as you can by using other beacons, then finish the trip in normal space. This can take months, and often does. a built-in safety factor I never could eliminate from the machine. I would much rather take a chance of breaking through near some star than spend time just barreling through normal space, but apparently Tech knows this, too. They had a safety factor built into the computer so you couldn’t end up inside a star no matter how hard you tried. clicked in my mind. Locking this was used to cool the reactor that powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing, had built a nice heavy, thick stone pyramid around the beacon. I took another look at the screen and realized that I had locked the eye I pulled the eye straight up and away and threw in the control circuit that would return it automatically to the ship. After about five of the local days, I had a sea of native conversation magic water—the reactor-cooling water pumped down from the didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true. served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife, murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not flow. Now armed mobs fought around the temple each day and a new band of priests guarded the sacred fount. And I had to walk into the middle of that mess and repair the thing. It would have been easy enough if we were allowed a little mayhem. I like them, just something close, to soothe the out-of-the-way dry spot where the amphibious natives would never go. A dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and mobbed and piled on top of one another, and by that time I had landed in the plaza fronting the temple. The priesthood arrived. The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled they just stood and muttered. I had to take the offensive again. “Begone, O faithful steed,” I said to the eye, and pressed the control in my palm at the same time. little pieces of wind-torn plastic rained down. While the crowd was ogling this ascent, I walked through the temple doors. “I would talk with you, O noble priests,” I said. Before they could think up a good answer, I was inside. The hoped I wasn’t breaking too many taboos by going in. I wasn’t stopped, so it looked all right. The temple was a single restore the Holy Waters.” will—” “Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he boiled for letting the Holy Waters cease. They found out I was there only to help them restore the flow of the waters. They bought this, tentatively, and we all heaved out of the tub and trickled muddy paths across the floor. There was a bolted and guarded door that led into the me. “Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an my case you will have to blind me before I leave the Holy of Holies, not now. I need my eyes to see and mend the Fount of Holy Waters. Once the waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me. The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through then it banged to behind me and I was alone in the dark. eye-sockets red pits of burned flesh. They knew what I wanted and led the way without a word. A crumbling and cracked stone stairway brought us up to a solid metal doorway labeled in archaic script MARK III BEACON—AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY . The trusting builders counted on the sign to do the whole job, for there wasn’t a trace of a lock on the door. One lizard merely turned the handle and we were inside the beacon. I unzipped the front of my camouflage suit and pulled out the blueprints. With the faithful priests stumbling after me, I located the control room and turned on the lights. There was a residue of charge in by just reversing the water-valve switch. This valve was supposed to be used only for repairs, after the pile was damped. When the water was cut I could start the water again easily enough, but there was no fuel left into a neat pile on the ship. I checked all the parts by screen before they were loaded in a metal crate. In the darkest hour before dawn, the heavy-duty eye dropped the crate outside the temple and darted away without being seen. I watched the priests through the pryeye while they tried to open it. When they had given up, I boomed orders at them through a speaker in the crate. They spent most of the day sweating the heavy box up through the narrow temple stairs and I enjoyed a good sleep. It was resting inside The repairs didn’t take long, though there was plenty of groaning from the blind lizards when they heard me ripping the wall open to get Holy Waters would have the usual refreshing radioactivity when they I threw the switch that started the water flowing again. There were a few minutes while the water began to gurgle down through the dry pipe. Then a roar came from outside the pyramid that must have shaken its stone walls. Shaking my hands once over my head, I went down for the eye-burning ceremony. The blind lizards were waiting for me by the door and looked even unhappier than usual. When I tried the door, I found out why—it was bolted and barred from the other side. “It has been decided,” a lizard said, “that you shall remain here forever and tend the Holy Waters. We will stay with you and serve your every need.” A delightful prospect, eternity spent in a locked beacon with three almost shook my head off. The lizards cringed and I set my Solar for a narrow beam and ran it around the door jamb. There was a great crunching and banging from the junk piled against it, and then the door swung free. I threw it open. Before they could protest, I had pushed the priests out through it. The rest of their clan showed up at the foot of the stairs and made a great ruckus while I finished welding the door shut. Running through the “What lack of courtesy!” I shouted. He made little bubbles in the water. “The ancestors are annoyed and have decided to forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever though, out of kindness, they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the

<question>:
What was the natives' solution to keeping the holy waters from stopping again?

<options>:
A To call the repairmen for help if it happens again
B To sacrifice priests to appease the Gods
C To blind anyone who enters the holy space
D To weld the gate shut and never allow anyone to enter the holy space

<answer>:

C