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

<passage>:
RETIEF OF THE RED-TAPE MOUNTAIN by KEITH LAUMER Retief knew the importance of sealed orders—and the need to keep them that way! in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders." He picked and Adoban and a division of territory. It's idiotic. However, failure would look very bad in my record, so I shall expect results." He passed the buff envelope across to Retief. "Hold on," said Retief. "I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you." punching keys on the console. Retief reached out, caught his wrist. The pilot plunged against the restraint, swung a punch that Retief controls. The pilot ducked out of sight, came back, handed Retief a Retief felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The red blip meant heavy the missile, and Retief was slammed violently against the restraining Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat Retief edged back around the trunk, eased down behind a fallen log. As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him. struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist— "Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad mistake. Lemuel's a tough man to explain something to." weapons. Come on...." He moved off silently on all fours. Retief "Have to get you some real clothes, though. Those city duds don't stand up on 'Dobe." Retief looked down at the charred, torn and sweat-soaked powder-blue blazer and slacks. "This outfit seemed pretty rough-and-ready back home," he said. "But I "We're damn glad you're here, mister," said a fat man with two revolvers belted across his paunch. "We can use every hand. We're in bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't "Lemuel!" Potter said. "Nobody else could sneak up on us like that." "If I'd a been a Flap-jack I'd of et you alive," the newcomer said, moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather. He eyed Retief. "He ain't no cousin of mine," Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief. Retief got to his feet. "I think I should explain—" A short-nosed automatic appeared in Lemuel's hand, a clashing note Lemuel stared at Retief. "You givin' me orders...?" Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He stumbled back, blood starting from his nose the pistol fired into the dirt as he dropped it. He caught himself, jumped for Retief ... and met "Wow!" said Potter. "The stranger took Lem ... in two punches!" "No," said Retief. "You wait here. I'm going out alone." "Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open." Retief took a bearing on a Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all muscle. The ray-like creature heaved up, curled backward, its edge rippling, to stand on the flattened rim of its encircling sphincter. It scrabbled with prehensile fringe-tentacles for a grip on Retief's shoulders. He wrapped his arms around the alien and struggled to his The alien went wild. Retief hung on, dug the thumb in deeper. "Now we understand each other," said Retief. "Take me to your leader." A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off. "That's fine," Retief said. "I'm here to arrange a prisoner exchange." III "Let me congratulate you," the voice said. Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings, rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back. "You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries." "I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly, "... of the Mountain of Red Tape," Retief added. "Take place, Retief," said Hoshick. "I hope you won't find our rude sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a bit of activity for you. We've ordered out our heavier equipment and a few trained skirmishers and soon we'll be able to give you an adequate show. Or so I hope." "Additional skirmishers?" said Retief. "How many, if you don't mind my said, "but surely you jest?" "As a matter of fact," said Retief, "we ourselves seldom use weapons." "My apologies," said Retief. "The—ah—the skirmishform failed to recognize that he was dealing with a sportsman." "Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons...." Hoshick "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "Sir!" said Retief sternly. "You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the newest sporting principles." "New?" cried Hoshick. "My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm rearing up before him, his trappings gone. A silent rank of Flap-jack retainers were grouped behind him. "I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief," said Hoshick. endo-skeletons I fear I shall be at a disadvantage." "Of course," Retief said, "if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of contest...." even it." "Very well. Shall we begin?" With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by around in an arc that connected with Retief's jaw, sent him spinning him. He worked an arm free, drumming blows on the leathery back. Hoshick nestled closer. Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering weight. Nothing budged. Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on, scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped in terror, then went limp. Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard. "There is much to be said for the old system," he said. "What a burden one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our gougerforms—" promise to stick to the oases and vegetables." Hoshick curled his back in attention. "Retief, you're quite serious? "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone me, Retief," he cried. "This time, in generosity." "We'll talk over the details later. I'm sure we can establish a set of

<question>:
Why does Retief take on Lemuel in a fistfight?

<options>:
A Retief wants to take over leadership from Lemuel of the group of humans that is defending the colony from the Flapjacks.
B Retief wants to prove to any distant, observing Flapjacks, that he is no part of the colonists' defense group that has been harassing them.
C Retief just wants to get on with his diplomatic mission, and Lemuel is an obstacle and a threat to his safety.
D The Jax are great sportsmen, and Retief's standing among them will be enhanced by defeating Lemuel.

<answer>:

C