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 real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does. wrong, it would have been wiser for him to have stayed off the planet Thriddar altogether. Thriddar was no place for him, anyhow you look at it. On this particular morning it was especially the wrong place for Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson by the operation of truth, vanish from sight and nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being." The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. not have left any trade-goods behind—and left the Grand Panjandrum to Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly: "I will receive the moneys, goods, and benefactions it is the desire contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" the ultimate of indecorous behavior toward a virgin Pelean princess. "I won't give him anything! I'm not even vanishing from sight! Glen-U is wrong about that, too! Now—git!" Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum "This," he raged, "this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary The theologian put up feebly protesting, human-like hands. He begged hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby. When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which he was. If he was a criminal, he spent the rest of his life in a gang of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. There'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made Panjandrum could ruin a business, something should be done. And when He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum! would soon be public knowledge. Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still. uproar. The Thrid for miles around heard the wailing, ullulating sound of the sirens that should have awakened Jorgenson. But they didn't wake him. He slept on. move, and realized that his hands and feet were bound. He found that he shivered, and realized that his clothing had been taken from him. He was completely helpless and lying on his stomach in the cargo-space of a steam helicopter: now he could hear the sound of its machinery. Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the face to face by a rational being. The Grand Panjandrum had won the Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be hopeless to ask questions, and worse than hopeless to try to trade. So "It will not be long," said a tranquil voice. Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened, apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice said severely: not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he cannot be wrong. So soon you will arrive where you are to be confined and no rational being will ever see you face to face." Jorgenson switched back to human swearing. Then he blended both rotors went on, and Jorgenson swore both as a business man and a deflected by something large and solid. Jorgenson even heard deep-bass wild swingings, which could have broken bones. The rope slackened. The Thrid laid Jorgenson down. Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to who'd taken my wife. So he said I was crazy and that made it true. So I wasn't put in a chained group of laborers. Somebody might have seen me and thought about it. But, sent here, it's worse for me and I'm probably forgotten by now." He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned. "You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?" "None," said Ganti unemotionally. "You'd better get out of the sun. It'll burn you badly. Come along." morsel by morsel. It was cool inside. It was astonishingly roomy. "How'd this happen?" demanded Jorgenson the business man. "This is a prison," Ganti explained matter-of-factly. "They let me down here and dropped food and water for a week. They went away. I found there'd been another prisoner here before me. His skeleton was in this cave. I reasoned it out. There must have been others before him. When there is a prisoner here, every so often a copter drops food and water. When the prisoner doesn't pick it up, they stop coming. When, presently, they have another prisoner they drop him off, like me, and he finds the skeleton of the previous prisoner, like me, and he dumps it overboard as I did. They'll drop food and water for me until I stop picking it up. And presently they'll do the same thing all over again." Maybe one prisoner only began it. A later one saw it started and worked on it to keep busy. Then others in their turn. It took a good many Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time. to pieces in a week or so, so it couldn't be used for anything. There was nothing to escape with. Nothing to make anything to escape with. Even the dried seaweed bed was not comfortable. Jorgenson slept badly and waked with aching muscles. Ganti assured him unemotionally that he'd get used to it. He did. By the time the copter came to drop food and water again, Jorgenson was physically adjusted to the island. But neither as a himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he put him here—that it seemed that something must somehow be possible if only so he could take revenge. III The copter came, it dropped food and water, and it went away. It came, Jorgenson found that a fish-fillet, strongly squeezed and wrung like a If Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no "It never lands," said Ganti practically. "We can make it land," said Jorgenson. Thrid weren't allowed to make "We'll try it," said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. "If it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water." That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.

<question>:
How does the Grand Panjandrum punish Jorgenson?

<options>:
A He banishes him to a deserted island with no other inhabitants
B He kills him with a ceremonial spear
C He exiles him to a deserted island with one other prisoner
D He sends him to an overcrowded prison

<answer>:

C