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

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Why? Are you going to tell me now, or do you propose The renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected to plead for peace." "For peace?" Frankle stared in disbelief. Then he shrugged, without note. Link It choose to Jungle-land spreading out to the horizon. Miles ahead was the want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running is senseless, exhausting to both of us. We want to make peace Now you want peace. What would you do, clasp us to your friendly lights and music. He checked the proper switches, and me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your The concert, of course. Everyone would be at the concert 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." discharge his horrible news, get it off his mind and join the graceful movement, she drew the gleaming thought-sensitive in the ever-changing rhythm of colors and shapes and sounds. once again, turning to flames and ashes in a heart-breaking memorial to the age-old fear of his people. form of dancing clouds of light, swirling with the music as it at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to 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. to the wild music. his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of "Lord Nehmon!" he came forward, clapped Ravdin on the shoulder, and cruelty, the avarice, the sardonic mockery. For the briefest moment a shame. Mischana is the master tonight, and the whole city is there." took his hand warmly. "You're too late for the concert—it's midst of the light, lashing out wildly at the heart of its shimmering I'll bring my people their vengeance and glory, and your foul music will be dead!" "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But take the music out of them, once and for all." rising with each question they would not answer until their throats were scorched and they could no longer scream. Finally fear. "They and defeat. on a cold stone ledge, blinking dumbly at each other as the seven . In six months they have come so close." the dark night sky. Naked, they sat alone on the planet of the 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, wearily, some fraction of his six hundred years of life showing in his face for the first time in centuries. "We can do once The scout looked up at Nehmon in desperation. "But what can we do? We have only weeks, maybe days, before they're again what we always have done before when the Hunters in bitter silence. "Yes, we can run away. Just as we always have before. After we have worked so hard, accomplished so much here, we must burn the city and flee again." His voice Nehmon and his people so long, but at last we've come so close to the ultimate goal." answer there, only sadness. "Think of the concerts. It's taken possible. "Think of the beauty and peace we've found here." in this green Jungle-land, but lives nonetheless. we've always already run. We're clever, we're fortunate, and we have a way of life that they do not, so whenever they angrily. " Why do we run, my lord? " they must turn and fight." like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight." that true? We kill the tiger-beasts in the Jungle to protect ourselves, why not kill the Hunters to protect ourselves?" logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives human life is sacred, to us, above all else. This is the fundamental 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." the this far, Nehmon. So much work, so much training to reach a —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 the street below. "If we only knew, for certain, what we were ?" "Never." The old man's voice was harsh. "Has new hope. "Ravdin, can't you see? They might have changed. They might not be the same. Things can happen. Look at us, The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when nobody has seen wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive. Sometime our people must contact them, find the link that was once between us, and forge it strong again. We could do it, Dana and I." At the edge of the Jungle-land a great beast stood with glowing city, sensing somehow that the mystifying circle of the jungle darkness. It was a melancholy music, carried from thought to thought, from voice to voice as the people of the city wearily prepared themselves once again for the long journey. To run away. In the darkness of secrecy, to be gone, without only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim, and he knew that the remembrances would bring only preparation, following plans laid down millennia before. 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 to run, Nehmon knew, if they were to survive. And with a blaze of anger in his heart, he almost hated the 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. against the jungle. The Hunters will know that we've been You must save it for a last resort." in the gathering twilight. Soon the last families would have taken their refuge in the ships, waiting for Nehmon to trigger the fire bombs to ignite the beautiful city after the ships Even then it would be more years before the concerts could again rise from their hearts and throats and minds, generations before they could begin work again toward the climactic expression so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his They had risen together, a common people, their home a single planet. And then, the gradual splitting of the nations, his own 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 government for the perpetuation of government, split farther people for all the things the Hunters were losing: peace, love, happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness of the sanctity of life, shattered abruptly by the horrible wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had grown in strength as they dwindled in numbers. But now the end could be seen, crystal clear, the end of his people and a strength and confidence. "Wish us the best, Nehmon. If a link can be forged, we will forge it." stood. Bit by bit the Jungle-land gathered courage, and the 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 Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's baritone. "You are the leader of the Hunters?"

<question>:
What is the peaceful society's ultimate goal?

<options>:
A Fighting against the Hunters
B Finding a permanent hiding place from the Hunters
C Having a perfect communal concert
D Electing a new leader

<answer>:

C