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

<passage>:
Bbulas twirled madly in the air. "You are not supposed to think. Leave all the thinking to me!" "A beggar does not associate with the high priestess of Snaddra." Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way Skkiru turned to the third person present in the council chamber. "Bbulas, this is your fault! It was all your idea!" There was regret on the Dilettante's thin face—an obviously insincere regret, the younger man knew, since he was well aware how Bbulas had "I am sorry, Skkiru," Bbulas intoned. "I had fancied you understood. influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw. No longer able to control his rage and grief, he turned a triple somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she the high priestess? You arranged that purposely, Bbulas. You—" "After all," he went on speaking as he wiped, "I have to be high priest, since I organized this culture and am the only one here qualified to administer it. And, as the president himself concurred in Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke "Skkiru!" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her behaving in a beggarly manner!" and a little sleight of hand. But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, "And I suppose it is kismet that makes us all have to go live out on the ground during the day, like—like savages." Larhgan's dainty earflaps closed. "Skkiru! Such language!" Skkiru, "the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have "Then that will make it much worse for you than for the other outcasts," Bbulas said smugly, "because you will be a pariah without a trade." "I don't want to give my grimpatch to some nice beggar girl!" Skkiru made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash. his mind that school-days were long since over. "I've told you a thousand times that our old culture was too much like the Terrans' own to be of interest to them," he said, with affected "We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru," she told him, with a beg "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to understand, but which most of them did, for it was the fashionable third language on most of the outer planets. "A beggar. Haven't seen species entirely—so you could hardly call it cannibalism. In fact, it was quite all right from the ethical standpoint, but abstract moral considerations seemed less important to us than self-preservation just then. Decided that, in this case, it would be best to let the Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs were to be found, so, if Bbulas thought he was going to save the gift to contribute it later to the Treasury, the "high priest" was off his Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, official reception was to be held. The principal difficulty was that, because of his equipment, he had a little trouble keeping himself from him—and not only for his forwardness—that was in character on both sides, too. Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he wasn't a pariah like the unfortunate metal-workers who had to stand segregated from the rest by a chain of their own devising—a poetic thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made there, clad in beauty, dignity and warm clothes, she bade the newcomers "But why is it," Raoul whispered in Terran as he glanced around out of Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However, that was not enough. The man had no genuine organizational ability. In the time he'd had in which to plan and carry out a scheme for the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than this high-school theocracy. For one thing, he could have apportioned the various roles so that each person would be making a definite contribution to the society, instead of creating some positions plums, like the priesthood, and others prunes, like the beggarship. around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg? themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been accustomed to see basking in the bosom of luxury. Unfortunately, the fees that he'd received in the past had not enabled him both to live well and to save, and now that his fortunes had been so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. It gave him a gentle, moody pleasure to envisage his own funeral, although, at the same time, he realized that Bbulas would probably have he could not expect Skkiru's All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off the Earthmen from discovering the existence of those other cities. He could, of course, emigrate to another part of the planet, to one of them, and stave off his doom for a while—but that would not be playing As if all this weren't bad enough, he had been done an injury which struck directly at his professional pride. He hadn't even been allowed to help in planning the huts. Bbulas and some workmen had done all that too high a price. He could have designed them himself just as badly and much more cheaply. It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had sense of proportion, adaptiveness and charm—and there, Skkiru felt, was where the essential flaw lay. After all, no really effective test would have let a person like Bbulas come out on top. The winner was sent to Gambrell, the nearest planet with a Terran the planet's expense and acquire enough finish to cover the rest of the population. The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve the planet when an emergency came—and this, old Luccar, the former President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had, after considerable soul-searching, called upon Bbulas to plan a method of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last, had come up with this program. It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the status of beggar it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of the planet, there was no choice. But all was not necessarily lost, he told himself. Had he not, in his anthropological viewings—though Bbulas might have been the only one where beggarhood could be a rewarding and even responsible station in society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy "Skkiru!" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were

<question>:
How did Skkiru treat the role of beggar in the presence of the Terran visitors?

<options>:
A He thought he was above the role, acting as a high priest instead
B He was unsure of how to act as a beggar and refrained from engaging with the Terrans
C He played it convincingly and truthfully
D He undermined the role and gave away the plan

<answer>:

C