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

<passage>:
the Free'l needed more than magic—it called for a miracle! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the solstice anyhow, nothing happened. 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 "What charm? Can't you see by now, Rhn, that it isn't going to work?" Neeshan pushed Rhn to one side and squatted down in the center of the "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 the things that made teaching them magic difficult. "Two big dyla melons," one of the younger ones said at last. "That's enough for now," Neeshan interrupted. "The demon can't bring you a tooter, Rhn—you have to ask another sort of demon for that. The other things he can get. Sammel, to work!" enormous heap of straw. "Can I go now?" it asked. "Yes." Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons out around their circle. "You see? That's "Magic works when Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. "Dreeze" was a Free'l word that referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's virulent head colds. It had been extended to mean almost anything annoying. The Free'l, who spent much of their time sitting in the rain, had a lot of colds in the head. Wasn't there anything to be done with these people? Even the simplest spell was too dreezish for them to bother with. He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked, Neeshan came out of his trance. His eyes were round with wonder and Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble for. pressed against his forehead, and tried to think. The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything. That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want. Wait, though. There was Rhn. He had shown a definite interest in Neeshan's tooter. Something in its 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 anything whatever meant that he could be worked on. Could the tooter be used as a bribe? Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality in a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have his tooter, he would be letting him have a part of himself. But the stakes were enormous. to spend time performing a rain-repelling spell. He wanted to find Rhn. The mud had washed from his shoulders, and he was already sniffling. Neeshan came to the point directly. "I'll give you my tooter," he said, almost choking over the words, "if you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right." Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said, Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too After Neeshan had been through the directions twice, Rhn stopped him. "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." He started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan 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 ? You didn't do the spell right." the tooter after all the trouble I went to? I only did it as a favor, really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you." For the next few days, everybody in the village avoided Neeshan. They all felt sorry for Rhn, who'd worked so hard, done everything he was told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was intolerable. But now what was he to do? He'd given up his tooter—he had to ask Rhn to lend it to him when he wanted to contact headquarters—and the Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable help to the magical underworld. His thuggish informants were none too consistent. One demon told him one thing, another something else. The consensus, though, was that while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any trouble for it (they didn't even want to get rid of their nasal drip, for example—in a perverse way they were proud of it), there thing they disliked intensely—Neeshan himself. 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, Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine. 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 history? Good. Fine. Splendid. Then he'd turn to magic to get rid of him. They'd have to. And then he'd have 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 pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does, resented passionately. But most of all he harped on their folly in putting up with nasal drip, quite simple charm—for getting rid of it. The charm would, he informed —that they found annoying. The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste. Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the anti-annoyance charm to a group of Free'l last night, he had noticed that Rhn was listening eagerly. It wouldn't be much longer now. On the morning of the day before the equinox, Neeshan was awakened from He began to grope his way cautiously toward the village center. He didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want to have the pleasure of seeing them cast their first accurate spell. . Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back, "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! 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

<question>:
What was Neeshan able to use as a motivation to convince the Free'l to finally learn magic?

<options>:
A Dyla melons
B New huts for the Free'l
C Getting rid of Neeshan himself
D Every Free'l getting their own tooter

<answer>:

C