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

<passage>:
By MARGARET ST. CLAIR Being a wizard missionary to the Free'l needed more than magic—it called for a miracle! Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down from the heavens, made water run uphill, and inverted the order of the seasons. But, since they had got broor's blood instead of newt's, were 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 evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was 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 "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?" "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. "Two big dyla melons," one of the younger ones said at last. "A new andana necklace," said another. "A tooter like the one you have," said Rhn, who was ambitious. other things he can get. Sammel, to work!" returned almost immediately with melons, a handsome necklace, and an how it ought to be. You cast a spell. You're careful with it. And it works. Right away." "When you do it, it works," Rhn answered. "Magic works when anybody does it. But you have to do it right." annoying. The Free'l, who spent much of their time sitting in the rain, Wasn't there anything to be done with these people? Even the simplest spell was too dreezish for them to bother with. spell. He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked, black-and-gold tooter in the corner gave a faint "woof." That meant two he was deep in a cataleptic trance. elaborate, ego-caressing ceremonial of high magic, but its gist was clear enough. "Your report received," it boiled down to. "We are glad to hear that 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 should succeed, by any chance, you would get your senior warlock's rating immediately. It would be no exaggeration, in fact, to say that the highest offices in the Brotherhood would be open to you." for nearly four more six hundred-and-five-day years. And the highest offices in the Brotherhood—that could mean anything. Anything! He hadn't realized the Brotherhood set such store on converting the Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble 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. intricate, florid black-and-gold curves seemed to fascinate him. True, he hadn't been interested in it for its legitimate uses, which were to extend and develop a magician's spiritual power. He probably thought that having it would give him more prestige and influence among his people. But for one of the Free'l to say "I wish I had that" about used as a bribe? Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality in a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right." "No, don't bother telling me again—it's just more dreeze. Give me the ? You didn't do the spell right." "Try the spell again." "Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to work." 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. 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. 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 one thing, another something else. The consensus, though, was that while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any for example—in a perverse way they were proud of it), there was one The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate, psychological equivalent of the worst case of dreeze ever known, carried to the nth power. They wished he'd drop dead or hang himself. 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 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. 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 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, they went to bed. He even pursued them with advice 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 them, work equally well against anything— annoying. The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste. 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 he'd experienced only once before in his life, during his novitiate, 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! 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. swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a well disguised, himself. ? 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 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>:
Why do the Free'l seem to believe that their magic SHOULD work even though it doesn't?

<options>:
A They are doing everything as they have been told, so there is no reason it should not work.
B They believe that they are doing enough of the steps right that it should work just because.
C Their teacher told them it should work.
D They were told that they were to be great magicians in a prophecy.

<answer>:

B