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

<passage>:
"Yes, Bbulas," Skkiru said meekly. to realize, Skkiru, that this isn't just a matter of minutes or hours. Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way she said, "No, Skkiru, I am not joking," a tiny pang of doubt and "I am sorry, Skkiru," Bbulas intoned. "I had fancied you understood. "It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru," Larhgan put in gently, "but influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw. No longer able to control his rage and grief, he turned a triple somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she the high priestess? You arranged that purposely, Bbulas. You—" "Now, Skkiru," Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke , Skkiru said to himself. "Skkiru!" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her "And I have already explained to you, Skkiru," Bbulas said, with a Skkiru, "the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have another drawing for beggar and you will be made a metal-worker." "But I can't work metal!" "Then that will make it much worse for you than for the other bauble to him—"and you give me mine. Since we can't be betrothed any longer, you might want to give yours to some nice beggar girl." "I don't want to give my grimpatch to some nice beggar girl!" Skkiru yelled, twirling madly in the air. "As for me," she sighed, standing soulfully on her head, "I do not It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash. "Hurry up, Skkiru." pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his "Hurry up, Skkiru," Bbulas said. "They mustn't suspect the existence of "For my part, I wish we'd never started," Skkiru grumbled. "What was influence was corrupting her, Skkiru thought mournfully. She had been "We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru," she told him, with a beg . But I don't have to like doing it, and I don't intend to like doing it." Skkiru," she said brokenly. navigating mud, their progress was almost imperceptible. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been custom-weatherbeaten for him by the planet's best tailor—now a pariah, As the mud clutched his toes, Skkiru remembered an idea he had once Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to understand, but which most of them did, for it was the fashionable third language on most of the outer planets. "A beggar. Haven't seen one since some other chaps and I were doing a spot of field work on ! Skkiru thought, with a mental sniff. Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of Money , Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this piece of information, helpful though it would be. Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs to contribute it later to the Treasury, the "high priest" was off his rocker. Skkiru ate the candy then and there. Chocolate increased the body's no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the chocolate, it would have been better to flicker out on their own than to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival. Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks. For one thing, it was quite in character for him to tread curiously Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he wasn't a pariah like the unfortunate metal-workers who had to stand segregated from the rest by a chain of their own devising—a poetic thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the "high Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf , Skkiru said to himself. Ha, ha, ha! "But why is it," Raoul whispered in Terran as he glanced around out of the corners of his eyes, "that only the beggar wears mudshoes?" "Shhh," Cyril hissed back. "We'll find out later, when we've established rapport. Don't be so impatient!" Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However, like the priesthood, and others prunes, like the beggarship. What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg? Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been accustomed to see basking in the bosom of luxury. Unfortunately, the fees that he'd received in the past had not enabled him both to live well and to save, and now that his fortunes had been so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. It gave him a gentle, moody pleasure to envisage his own funeral, although, at the same time, he realized that Bbulas would probably have to arrange some sort of pension for him he could not expect Skkiru's for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them. All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason why only one person in each generation could be chosen to go abroad at the planet's expense and acquire enough finish to cover the rest of the population. The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he largely because no one had come up with a feasible alternative and, as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the status of beggar it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of the planet, there was no choice. life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy "Skkiru!" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were out of ear- and eye-shot "Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are Skkiru protruded all of his eyes in innocent surprise. "Just some

<question>:
What was Skkiru's hope?

<options>:
A That he could drive away the humans
B That he could win back his girlfriend
C That he could serve Bbulas
D That he could beg enough money to not starve

<answer>:

B