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 clearing and into the jungle. There was laughter, then someone's 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. She left them, moving gracefully to the door. Venus-girls were seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body 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 the mirror, and her lips parted in an irreprehensible smile. She 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, whenever you can!" "Goodbye, Koroby!" "Goodbye! Goodbye!" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke old litter that Koroby had been watching come and go ever since she "You're comfortable?" the litter bearer asked. Koroby nodded, and the Koroby fingered the flowers around her throat, her eyes rapt on the along, and Koroby heard one of the bearers exclaim gruffly, "Listen!" Koroby peered out. "A Koroby lifted a hand. "Stop the litter," she said. shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer. Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow. "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. They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and rumpled her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose dust on her face had hid its youthful color, aging her. Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva, "Don't go there—it's magic—he'll cast a spell—!" one of the bearers whispered urgently, reaching after her, but Koroby pushed him away. The litter-carriers watched the girl go, unconsciously huddling together run away. 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 The stranger did not speak, merely gazed deeply into Koroby's eyes. And her. She slipped back from him, her hand clutching her throat. He straightened up and spoke—haltingly at first, then with growing Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his Here the similarity between her dream and actual experience ended. What was he thinking as he eyed her for a long moment? She had no way whisper. They watched the melting globe sag on the sand. Then Koroby Koroby cut him short. "What's your name?" by now had died to a fitful glimmer. Then the stranger and the girl said to Koroby, "I realize from the pictures in your mind that there He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was But at last she could go no farther. She had forced herself along 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 cry almost of relief, she sank to the ground and lay semi-conscious, so weary that the very pain of it seemed on the point of pleasure. 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 "Fairly well. How long have I been ill?" Koroby asked, sweetly weak. "Oh," Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. "I feel as if I'd "Yasak's out somewhere. The stranger man is in the room at the end of the hall." "Fetch me something to wear—that's good enough," the girl accepted the Don't be so cruel—so cold to me! You mock me, say that I'm nothing, 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 could kill you!" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the sprang at him. "You'll hurt yourself," he admonished kindly, and after she had pummeled his chest, bruising her fingers on his armor, she turned away. "And now if you're through playing your incomprehensible little scene," Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the Robert was walking away. Her eyes hardened, and her fingers spread into ugly claws. Without bothering to pull the shutter in place she him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving ladder, they roared. Koroby was running back toward the City now, away Koroby reached the City wall, panted through the gate into a shrieking than gasp for air—and shook her violently. "You fool, you utter 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 say!" 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 spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were

<question>:
What likely happened to Koroby after the story ended?

<options>:
A She likely married Yasak
B She likely died from her wounds in the fire
C She likely hurried to complete her space ship to explore Terra
D Yasak was so fed up with her at that point he likely banished her

<answer>:

A