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

<passage>:
A light glimmered in one of the huts. Feminine voices rippled across faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering Venusian speech, "How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married tonight, like you!" Koroby stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She shrugged hopelessly. "I don't care," she said slowly. "It will be nice to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't know." She tightened her lips as she reflected on it. generally of truly elfin proportions, so delicately slim that they the head of the kneeling one. She eyed herself in the mirror. "Well—heigh-ho! There don't seem to be any other worlds, and nobody is going to steal me away from Yasak, so I might as well get on with my preparations. The men with the litter will be here soon to carry me to the Stone City." trilled softly to herself, "Yes, I am beautiful tonight—the loveliest woman Yasak will ever see!" And then, regretfully, sullenly, "But oh, if only He Koroby twirled before the mirror, criticizing her appearance. "Yes, It was not a new litter, built especially for the occasion—Yasak was too practical a man to sanction any kind of waste. It was the same them, she felt like a bird in a strange nest. She leaned back among "You're comfortable?" the litter bearer asked. Koroby nodded, and the like a cloak of light. At times a breeze would shake the ceiling of poles to their shoulders. "Shall we go on?" one of them asked Koroby. knows how far away that light is? Besides, you're on your way to be married." "You'd better," she said ominously. "Otherwise, I'll make a complaint to Yasak—" The men eyed each other, mentally shrugging. "Well—" one yielded. The girl whirled impatiently on the others. "Hurry!" she cried. "If you By the time they reached the source of the light, they were quite demoralized. The musicians had not accompanied them, preferring to carry the message to Yasak in the Stone City that his prospective bride had gone off on a mad journey. The bearers were powdered grey with dust, striped with blood where the dry grass-stems had cut them. rumpled her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose dust on her face had hid its youthful color, aging her. globular before the crash, and was pierced with holes like windows. What could it possibly be? A house? But whoever heard of a metal house? Why, who could forge such a thing! Yasak's house in the City had iron doors, and they were considered one of the most wonderful things of the age. It would take a giant to make such a ponderous thing as this. the destruction, stood a man..... He was very tall, and his shoulders were very wide. Oh, but he looked like a man, and stood like one—even though his hands were folded behind his back and he was probably dejected. A man in a house from the sky— But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear to the man's side and gently touched him again. He turned, and her heart faltered: she swayed with bliss. He was probably a god. Not even handsome Yasak looked like this. Here was a face so finely-chiseled, so perfectly proportioned, that it was almost frightening, unhuman, mechanical. It was unlined and without He was clothed very peculiarly. A wonderfully-made metallic garment usually wore only breastplate and greaves. And a helmet hid all of the man's head except his face. Around his waist was a belt with many incomprehensible objects dangling from it. If he was so well armored, why was he not carrying a sword—a dagger at least! Of what use were those things on his belt—for instance, that notched L-shaped thing? It would not even make a decent club! Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his He turned his mask of a face to her. "My name? I have none," he said. "No name? But who are you? Where are you from? And what is that?" She "But my race is infinitely superior to yours," he said blandly. "You "You see nothing about me worthy of your respect? Are you infinitely superior to me— you think you are? A god?" He shook his head. "No. Just better informed, for one thing. And—" Koroby cut him short. "What's your name?" "What do you mean, you have none?" He was walking along, head erect, apparently quite at ease, while the a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally she accepted it from him, but carried it gingerly at arm's length. She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself. because she wanted to impress this indifferent man that she was not as inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little Lights glimmered ahead shouts reached them. It was a searching party, Yasak in it. The litter-carriers who could still speak blurted out what had happened. "A green light—loud sounds—fire—this man there—" and then dropped into sleep. "Someone carry these men," Yasak ordered. To Robert he said, "We're not "It makes no difference," Robert said. "You will stay with me while you are in the City, of course," Yasak said, as they walked. He eyed this handsome stranger speculatively, and in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest weave. The furniture was elegantly carved and painted there were even circles tattooed on her cheeks proclaimed her a slave. "How do you been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in armor?" "Yasak's out somewhere. The stranger man is in the room at the end of mantle offered by the slave. "Quick, some water—I must wash." "Thank you for carrying me, Robert." He did not reply. "Robert—I dreamed of you last night. I dreamed you built another round house and that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?" "I hear you." that I'm not worthy of you—" She stepped back from him, clenching her hands. "Oh, I hate you—hate you! You don't care the least bit about me—and I've shamed myself in front of you—I, supposed to be Yasak's wife by now!" She began to cry, hid her face in suddenly lax fingers. She looked up fiercely. "I fool! What did you think you were doing?" Others clamored around her, reaching for her. Then she heard Yasak's voice. Face stern, he pushed through the crowd, pressed her to him. "Let her alone—Let her alone, I They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of The fire had passed over the horizon. The air was blue with smoke, difficult to breathe, and ashes were drifting lightly down like dove-colored snow. Yasak, watery eyed, a cloth pressed to his nose, was walking with several others over the smoking earth and still warm ashes up to his knees. In one hand he held a stick. He stopped and pointed. "He wasn't human at all!" Yasak marvelled. "He was some kind of a toy made to look like a man—that's why he wore armor, and his face never

<question>:
From the text, what can we infer about Yasuk's social status in this society?

<options>:
A Yasak is an outcast
B Yasak is a poor peasant who cannot afford a dowry for Koroby
C Yasak is a powerful man who can afford servants
D Yasak is from a rich family but has spent his fortune recklessly

<answer>:

C