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 to plead for peace." "For peace?" Frankle stared in disbelief. Then he shrugged, his face tired. "I might have known. Peace! Where have your was nearly sundown when Ravdin eased the ship down Ravdin met him eye for eye. "I can't say." is senseless, exhausting to both of us. We want to make peace with you, to bring our people together again." Frankle snorted. "You came to us in war, once, long ago. Now you want peace. What would you do, clasp us to your bosom, smother us in your idiotic music? Or have you gone on snapped. 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 we want in music." Frankle scowled. He knew about the magic of this music, he had heard of the witchcraft these weak chicken-people 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 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 shining bright beauty of the city, Ravdin settled back, trying 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 up his spine, his eyes drawn back to the gleaming jewel. Suddenly, the music filled the room, rising sweetly like an images. The stone shimmered and changed, taking the form of dancing clouds of light, swirling with the music as it 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 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 his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of those glorious chords, but he felt the strangeness in the pangs 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! Well, you failed, do you hear? I didn't hear it, I didn't listen, The inquisition had been horrible. Their minds had had no concept of such horror, such relentless, racking pain. The 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 throats were scorched and they could no longer scream. Finally they reached the limit they could endure, and muttered together the hoarse words that could deliver them. Not words that Frankle could hear, but words to bring deliverance, to blank out their minds like a wet sponge over slate. The hypnotic key clicked into the lock of their minds their screams died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly what they had done, a technique of memory obliteration known and dreaded for so many thousands of years that history could not remember. As his captives stood mindless and defeat. But strangely enough he did not kill them. He left them Jungle-land. They knew no words, no music, nothing. And they did not even know that in the departing ships a seed had been 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 been planted. The seed would grow. The two sat dumbly, shivering. Far in the distance, a beast roared against the heavy night, and a light rain began to fall. "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 "The concert's over!" Ravdin walked to the window, feeling Ravdin turned away from his bride. "Tell her," he said to Ravdin nodded wordlessly. Ravdin nodded. "That's the trouble. They come closer every gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. "Ravdin," Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music Ravdin's hand trembled. "I—I don't know. None of us living Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality, new hope. "Ravdin, can't you see? grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our there. He knew, despairingly, what she was thinking—that he was old, that he couldn't understand, that his mind was channeled now beyond the approach of wisdom. "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, would turn and run without thought, in a panic of age-old fear. They had It had been a long and painful night. He had pleaded and begged, tried to persuade them that there was no hope, that the very idea of remaining behind or trying to contact the were sane, perhaps unwise, naive, but their decision had been reached, and they would not be shaken. Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired. again rise from their hearts and throats and minds, generations before they could begin work again toward the climactic expression of their heritage. Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the wrath of the Hunters' vengeance. His people had learned much in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had grown in strength as they dwindled in numbers. But now the ventured out and out toward the clearing where the city had stood. Bit by bit the Jungle-land gathered courage, and the at ready. Ravdin and Dana were seized and led to the were thrust into his cabin. Frankle's face was a graven mask as he searched their faces dispassionately. The captives were pale and seemed to cringe from the pale interrogation light. The guard frowned. "Yes, sir. But their language is almost unintelligible." "You've studied the basic tongues, haven't you?" Frankle's voice was as cold as his eyes. "Of course, sir, but this is so different." Frankle stared in contempt at the fair-skinned captives, fixing his eyes on them for a long moment. Finally he said, "Well?" Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice Frankle regarded him sourly, without replying. His thin face was swarthy, his short-cut gray hair matching the cold gray of his eyes. It was an odd face, completely blank of any

<question>:
Predict: was Ravdin and Dana’s plan successful?

<options>:
A No, because the Hunters will never change their hostile ways.
B Yes, because Frankle decided to declare peace.
C No, because they were left in the jungle, separated from the rest of their people.
D Yes, because they planted the seed in Frankle’s mind to change their hostile ways.

<answer>:

D