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 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 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?" "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 "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 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, 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 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 Neeshan came out of his trance. His eyes were round with wonder and 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 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 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 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 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 stakes were enormous. 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. Rhn was standing at the edge of the swamp, luxuriating in the downpour. The mud had washed from his shoulders, and he was already sniffling. 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. 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 told him. Half-way through the first decad, he forgot. He inverted Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. "Look at that, together. "It worked! I'll take the tooter home with me now." "The tooter? For that really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you." 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 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. 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 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. One act of communal magic that really worked and they'd be sold on 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 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 them, work equally well against anything— or person 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 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. He began to grope his way cautiously toward the village center. He 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. (He was well protected against wind-damage from it, of course.) When he was almost at the center, he took cover behind a hut. He peered out. They were doing it right . 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, well disguised, himself. The ritual went on. The dancers made three circles to the left, "Hey!" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. "Not brimstone! Watch out! 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

<question>:
Why was Neeshan with the Free'l?

<options>:
A To study the demons that lived there
B To learn magic from them
C To evangelize magic to them
D To hide from his headquarters

<answer>:

C