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

<passage>:
Why? to waste a few hours of my time first?" Jungle-land spreading out to the horizon. Miles ahead was the bright circle of the landing field and the sparkling glow of the city beyond. Ravdin peered to the north of the city, hoping to excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling from the fearful discovery of his journey. he had heard of the witchcraft these weak chicken-people could weave, of their strange, magic power to steal strong others in the great amphitheater set deep in the hillside outside the city. But he knew instinctively that Lord Nehmon, anticipating his return, would not be at the concert. Riding the shuttle over the edges of Jungle-land toward the Everything he had ever hoped or dreamed lay sheltered here in the ever-changing rhythm of colors and shapes and sounds. And now, he knew, he would soon see his beloved city burning once again, turning to flames and ashes in a heart-breaking memorial to the age-old fear of his people. up his spine, his eyes drawn back to the gleaming jewel. Suddenly, the music filled the room, rising sweetly like an overpowering beauty in the vaulted room. A girl with red hair the color of new flame was dancing with enthralling beauty and abandon, her body moving like ripples of wind to the music which filled the room with its to the wild music. "Lord Nehmon!" The dancer threw back her head sharply, eyes wide, her ancient, long-forgotten longing, crying at last to be heard. let you know," he said. " They're coming , Nehmon! I saw "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But The inquisition had been horrible. Their minds had had no we are , and they are coming quickly." His eyes filled with fear. "They couldn't have found us so soon, unless they too 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 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. They sat naked, the rain soaking their skin and hair. Then one of them grunted, and moved into the dry darkness of the cave. Deep within him some instinct spoke, warning him to fear much here, we must burn the city and flee again." His voice the roar of the animal. Blinking dully, the woman crept into the cave after him. Three thoughts alone filled their empty minds. Not thoughts of Nehmon and his people in this green Jungle-land, but lives nonetheless. Only three thoughts filled their minds: It was raining. They were hungry. The Saber-tooth was prowling tonight. and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're hunting running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and secrecy." He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's angrily. " Why do we run, my lord? said. "We must run or be killed. You know that. You've seen lost, and fled, and were pursued. But why do we keep running? Why? not men like us?" he said. "That's what you're saying, that they are animals. All right. We kill animals for our food, isn't that true? We kill the tiger-beasts in the Jungle to protect ourselves, why not kill the Hunters to protect ourselves?" Nehmon sighed, and reached out a hand to the young man. why we must run away now, and always. Because we know that we must not kill men." On the street below, the night air was suddenly full of voices, chattering, intermingled with whispers of song and occasional the street below. "If we only knew, for certain, what we were "Yet we've been tearing ourselves up by the roots, fleeing "You could forbid us," she said, facing the old man. "But you could never stop us." At the edge of the Jungle-land a great beast stood with green-gleaming eyes, licking his fanged jaws as he watched the glowing city, sensing somehow that the mystifying circle of light and motion was soon to become his Jungle-land again. In the city the turmoil bubbled over, as wave after wave of the people made the short safari across the intervening jungle to the circles of their ships. Husbands, wives, fathers, mothers—all 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, their hair prickling on their backs, to run in panic through 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 To run away. In the darkness of secrecy, to be gone, without a trace, without symbol or vestige of their presence, leaving only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim, so that no eyes, not even the sharpest, would ever know how long they had stayed, nor where they might have gone. 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 "You'll have to go soon," he said. "The city will be burned, of course, as always. You'll be left with food, and with weapons against the jungle. The Hunters will know that we've been here, but they'll not know when, nor where we have gone." He paused. "It will be up to you to see that they don't learn." passing the last sweet, eerie tones of the concert were rising 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 so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the then go now. The city will burn an hour after the old man's eyes as he turned and left the room. They stood in the Jungle-land, listening to the scurry of frightened animals, and shivering in the cool night air as the bright sparks of the ships' exhausts faded into the black starry with awful longing into the skies as the bright rocket jets dwindled to specks and flickered out. The city burned. Purple spumes of flame shot high into the air, throwing a ghastly light on the frightened Jungle-land. Spires of flame seemed to be seeking the stars with their fingers as the plastic walls and streets of the city hissed and shriveled, blackening, bubbling into a vanishing memory before their eyes. The flames shot high, carrying with them the last Jungle-land crept to their ears, first frightened, then curious, then bolder and bolder as the wisps of grass and little animals ventured out and out toward the clearing where the city had stood. Bit by bit the Jungle-land gathered courage, and the clearing slowly, silently, began to disappear. Days later new sparks of light appeared in the black sky. They grew to larger specks, then to flares, and finally settled to the earth as powerful, flaming jets. They were squat, misshapen vessels, circling down like vultures, hissing, screeching, landing with a grinding crash in the tall thicket near the place where the city had stood. Ravdin's signal had guided them in, and the Hunters had seen them, standing on a hilltop above the demolished amphitheater. Men had come out of the ships, large men with cold faces and dull eyes, weapons strapped to their trim uniforms. The Hunters

<question>:
Why was the city going to be burned?

<options>:
A Ravdin's society would burn it to hide from the Hunters
B The hunters would burn it when they discovered it
C The warp-passage was malfunctioning and would explode
D A wildfire from the Jungle was coming

<answer>:

A