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

<passage>:
below him he could see the vast, tangled expanse of 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 from the Warp-passage, his mind still muddled by the abrupt and incredible change. Moments before, the sky had been a vast, starry blanket of black velvet Frankle sat down slowly. "No doubt," he said. "Now understand excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling from the fearful discovery of his journey. Frankle scowled. He knew about the magic of this music, "But this is different music." Dana's eyes widened, and she threw an excited glance at her husband. "Our music is beautiful, wonderful to hear. If you could only hear it—" "Never." The man hesitated. "Your music is forbidden, poisonous." Her smile was like sweet wine, a smile that worked into the Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. "But who is to permit 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 luminescence, and she saw the man's eyes turning to it, drawn as if by magic. Then he looked away, and a cruel smile curled his lips. He motioned toward the stone. "All right," he said shining bright beauty of the city, Ravdin settled back, trying to clear his mind of the shock and horror he had encountered 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 overpowering wave, filling his mind with strange and wonderful Like a tinkle of glass breaking in a well, the stone flashed him, lighted with a million hues. He realized that his whole life was entangled in the very beauty of this wonderful city. desperately to reach into the heart of it, to become part of it. Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to for him, and he stopped short, staggered for a moment by the 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 throbbing cry. Her beauty was exquisite, every motion, every flowing turn a symphony of flawless perfection as she danced Frankle heard the music, and could not comprehend, for "Lord Nehmon!" The dancer threw back her head sharply, eyes wide, her of fear which groped through his mind, cringing from the wonderful only the barest flickering image of her fiery hair. The music slowed, singing softly, and Ravdin could see the old strains, dazzled by the dancing light. He stared wide-eyed and trembling at the couple across the room, and for an man waiting in the room. Nehmon rose, his gaunt face and graying hair belying the youthful movement of his body. Smiling, his cold gray eyes grew incredibly tender with a sudden ancient, long-forgotten longing, crying at last to be heard. gone too was the cruelty, the avarice, the sardonic mockery. For the briefest moment the authority was gone from his face he came forward, clapped Ravdin on the shoulder, and concealing the sadness and pain in his eyes. "You're certain? died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly before him, he let out one hoarse, agonized scream of frustration and defeat. 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 Deep within him some instinct spoke, warning him to fear 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 answer there, only sadness. "Think of the concerts. It's taken He gestured toward the thought-sensitive sounding boards lining the walls, the panels which had made the dancer-illusion possible. "Think of the beauty and peace we've found here." "I know. How well I know." so long, but at last we've come so close to the ultimate goal." running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and secrecy." He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's angrily. " a chill pass through him. "So soon, I wonder why?" Eagerly he searched the faces passing in the street for Dana's face, sensing the lurking discord in the quiet talk of the crowd. Suddenly the sound-boards in the room tinkled a carillon of ruby tones in his ear, and she was in the room, rushing into his arms with a happy cry, pressing her soft cheek to his rough chin. "You're back! Oh, I'm so glad, so very glad!" She turned to Ravdin nodded wordlessly. Her hands trembled as she sat down, and there were tears in her eyes. "We came so close tonight, so very close. I felt the music before it was sung, do you realize that? I hopeful. "No," he said, "no, of course not. You know that." The girl rose from her seat. "Nor have I. Never, not once." She turned to Lord Nehmon. "Have He stared at her. "They keep coming. They keep searching for us. What more proof do you need?" Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality, new hope. "Ravdin, can't you see? They might have changed. on his journey. The curves and spires of glowing plastic passed ?" Nehmon met her steady eyes, read the strength and determination 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. mockingly. "Do your worst. Show me your precious music." 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. 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 "They'll question you, even torture you." She smiled calmly. "Perhaps they won't. But as a last resort, we can blank out." utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the pressure of despair. It was such a slender hope, so frail and to the wild music. those glorious chords, but he felt the strangeness in the pangs As they approached it, their hearts sank and they clasped hands to bolster their failing hope. Frankle stared in contempt at the fair-skinned captives, fixing his eyes on them for a long moment. Finally he said, "Well?" 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 thought or emotion, yet capable of shifting to a strange biting slyness in the briefest instant. It was a rich face, a face of inscrutable depth. He pushed his chair back, his eyes watchful. "We know your people were here," he said suddenly. "Now

<question>:
What did Frankle mean when he asked to see Dana's magic?

<options>:
A He would allow Dana to use the warp-passage
B He would allow them to show him music
C He would allow them to contact their people
D He wanted to see more of her smile

<answer>:

B