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! 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 evinced by the frequent attempts they made to perform it, and they were interested in what he told them about its capacities. But they simply wouldn't take the trouble to do it right. "Go away," he said. "You'll spoil the charm." "What charm? Can't you see by now, Rhn, that it isn't going to work?" "Of course it will. It just takes time." 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. "Yes." Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons "Magic works when Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. "Dreeze" was a Free'l word that 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 was getting a headache. He'd better perform a headache-removing spell. He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked, of course, but it left him feeling soggy and dispirited. He was still standing in the hut, wondering what he should do next, when his big black-and-gold tooter in the corner gave a faint "woof." That meant Neeshan came out of his trance. His eyes were round with wonder and 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. He had shown a definite interest in Neeshan's tooter. Something in its Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have Neeshan got up from his couch. It had begun to rain, but he didn't want Neeshan came to the point directly. 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 directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened, scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time. 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 He started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan looked on tensely, Rhn began going through the actions Neeshan had told him. Half-way through the first decad, he forgot. He inverted the order of the hand-passes, sprinkled salt on the wrong point, and mispronounced the names in the invocation. When he pulled his hands 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." Rhn stared at him indignantly. "You mean, you're not going to give me 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." "Try the spell again." "Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to work." He got up and walked off. 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 senior rating was no nearer than before. His head ached constantly, and all the spells he performed to cure the pain left him feeling wretchedly tired out. Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory. The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate, 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 really annoy them. He'd have to watch out for poison, of course. But in the end, they'd turn to magic to get rid of him. They'd have to. And then he'd have them. They'd be caught. 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 from mud-smearing to rain-sitting, and from the time they got up until they went to bed. He even pursued them with advice after they got and instructed them over and over again in the details of a charm—a quite simple charm—for getting rid of it. The charm would, he informed them, work equally well against anything— or person 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 and it took him a moment to identify it. Then he realized what it was. Somebody was casting a spell against him. At last! At last! It had worked! Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want . Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back, "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! He tried to wave his tiny, heavy arms in a counter-charm he couldn't even inhale. The last emotion he experienced was one of bitterness. He 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 alive, it inconveniences them. They have to make a detour around it when they do their magic dances. They still hope, though, that the spells they are casting to get rid of him will work eventually. If he doesn't go away this autumn, he will the autumn after next. They have a good deal of faith in magic, when you come right down to it. And patience is their long suit.

<question>:
How does Neeshan feel initially when he sees the Free'l doing magic correctly?

<options>:
A He is not surprised.  He knew he would be able to get them to do it eventually.
B He wonders who helped them learn magic because he could take no credit for their work.
C He almost feels a sense of pride and excitement.
D He is angry because it took them too long to finally get it.

<answer>:

C