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

<passage>:
Being a wizard missionary to the Free'l needed more than magic—it called for a miracle! The spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down 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 evinced by the frequent attempts they made to perform it, and they were Neeshan strode into the middle of the circle. Rhn, the village chief, looked up from his drumming. "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?" 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. "That's enough for now," Neeshan interrupted. "The demon can't bring "Yes." Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons cast a spell. You're careful with it. And it works. Right away." "When you do it, it works," Rhn answered. "Magic works when Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. "Dreeze" was a Free'l word that 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, 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 headquarters wanted to communicate with him. Neeshan carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens couch out into a parallel position and lay down on it. In a minute or two he was deep in a cataleptic trance. The message from headquarters was long, circuitous, and couched in the elaborate, ego-caressing ceremonial of high magic, but its gist was clear enough. you are keeping on with the Free'l. We do not expect you to succeed with them—none of the other magical missionaries we have sent out ever 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 Neeshan sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved 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 extend and develop a magician's spiritual power. He probably thought that having it would give him more prestige and influence among his Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality 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 to spend time performing a rain-repelling spell. He wanted to find Rhn. Neeshan came to the point directly. you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right." Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said, "Well...." 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. for this." He started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan looked on tensely, Rhn began going through the actions Neeshan had Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. "Look at that, ? You didn't do the spell right." For the next few days, everybody in the village avoided Neeshan. They 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 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 Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable than those he would ordinarily have consulted. In effect, he turned for help to the magical underworld. His thuggish informants were none too consistent. One demon told him while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any thing they disliked intensely—Neeshan himself. 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 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 was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical objections, and maddening "wouldn't-it-be-betters." Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he now counciled and advised them on every phase of their daily routine, 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 Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does, 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 or person —that they found 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 anti-annoyance charm to a group of Free'l last night, he had noticed On the morning of the day before the equinox, Neeshan was awakened from sleep by an odd prickling sensation in his ears. It was a sensation 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 the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves. 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 swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back, what ? "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! You're not doing it ri—" His chest contracted suddenly, as if a large, stony hand had seized He tried to wave his tiny, heavy arms in a counter-charm the Free'l couldn't get anything right. The Free'l take a dim view of the small stone image that now stands in while it is not nearly so much of a nuisance as Neeshan was when he was when they do their magic dances. the autumn after next. They have a good deal of faith in magic, when

<question>:
How was Neeshan made aware that the Free'l were succesfully using magic?

<options>:
A Rhn showed him that he could use magic
B He was teleported away by the Free'l
C He felt something in his ears
D Headquarters contacted him and told him

<answer>:

C