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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By MARGARET ST. CLAIR Being a wizard missionary to the Free'l needed more than The spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down from the heavens, made water run uphill, and inverted the order of the Neeshan watched their antics with a bitter smile. He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was evinced by the frequent attempts they made to perform it, and they were interested in what he told them about its capacities. But they simply wouldn't take the trouble to do it right. "Of course it will. It just takes time." blood, oil of anointing, and salt. outer cusps with salt. An "Tell the demon what you want," Neeshan ordered the Free'l. The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of "Two big dyla melons," one of the younger ones said at last. "A new andana necklace," said another. other things he can get. Sammel, to work!" returned almost immediately with melons, a handsome necklace, and an "Yes." Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons out around their circle. "You see? That's how it ought to be. You cast a spell. You're careful with it. And it works. Right away." "When you do it, it works," Rhn answered. "Magic works when anybody does it. But you have to do it right." Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. "Dreeze" was a Free'l word that annoying. The Free'l, who spent much of their time sitting in the rain, Wasn't there anything to be done with these people? Even the simplest spell was too dreezish for them to bother with. spell. He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked, black-and-gold tooter in the corner gave a faint "woof." That meant for focusing neural force, with the rising double suns. He moved his The message from headquarters was long, circuitous, and couched in the elaborate, ego-caressing ceremonial of high magic, but its gist was clear enough. "Your report received," it boiled down to. "We are glad to hear that you are keeping on with the Free'l. We do not expect you to succeed with them—none of the other magical missionaries we have sent out ever has. But if you should fact, to say that the highest offices in the Brotherhood would be open to you." for nearly four more six hundred-and-five-day years. And the highest hadn't realized the Brotherhood set such store on converting the Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble for. Neeshan sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists pressed against his forehead, and tried to think. The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want. he hadn't been interested in it for its legitimate uses, which were to extend and develop a magician's spiritual power. He probably thought that having it would give him more prestige and influence among his people. But for one of the Free'l to say "I wish I had that" about in you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right." Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said, "Well...." "No, don't bother telling me again—it's just more dreeze. Give me the materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter for this." Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. "Look at that, will you!" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands together. "It worked! I'll take the tooter home with me now." "The tooter? For that the tooter after all the trouble I went to? I only did it as a favor, "Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to work." the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was Rhn to lend it to him when he wanted to contact headquarters—and the and all the spells he performed to cure the pain left him feeling wretchedly tired out. Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory. than those he would ordinarily have consulted. In effect, he turned for help to the magical underworld. one thing, another something else. The consensus, though, was that while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any for example—in a perverse way they were proud of it), there was one The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate, tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the psychological equivalent of the worst case of dreeze ever known, carried to the nth power. They wished he'd drop dead or hang himself. The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the most annoying thing they'd encountered in the course of their racial really annoy them. He'd have to watch out for poison, of course. But in the end, they'd turn to magic to get rid of him. They'd have to. And then he'd have them. They'd be caught. One act of communal magic that really worked and they'd be sold on magic. He'd be sure of his senior rating. Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there objections, and maddening "wouldn't-it-be-betters." Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he after they got Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does, quite simple charm—for getting rid of it. The charm would, he informed them, work equally well against anything— or person —that they found annoying. The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste. to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered anti-annoyance charm to a group of Free'l last night, he had noticed and it took him a moment to identify it. Then he realized what it was. Somebody was casting a spell against him. At last! At last! It had worked! didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want (He was well protected against wind-damage from it, of course.) When he was almost at the center, he took cover behind a hut. He peered out. They were doing it right . Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a well disguised, himself. The ritual went on. The dancers made three circles to the left, three circles to the right. Cross over, and all sprinkle salt on the in the center of the circle, dusted over the salt with—with what ? "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! You're not doing it ri—" even inhale. The last emotion he experienced was one of bitterness. He might have known the Free'l couldn't get anything right. The Free'l take a dim view of the small stone image that now stands in the center of their village. It is much too heavy for them to move, and while it is not nearly so much of a nuisance as Neeshan was when he was alive, it inconveniences them. They have to make a detour around it when they do their magic dances. They still hope, though, that the spells they are casting to get rid of him will work eventually. If he doesn't go away this autumn, he will the autumn after next. They have a good deal of faith in magic, when you come right down to it. And patience is their long suit.

<question>:
The Free'l

<options>:
A are magical wonders
B do their best to listen to their teacher, they just cannot seem to get it.
C take "patience" to a whole new level.
D truly believe in what they are doing.

<answer>:

C