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

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plots?" published in 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. The Link Why? Are you going to tell me now, or do you propose to waste a few hours of my time first?" The Hunter laughed. "Let's be precise, you don't choose to me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your shiny punch-card robot, and walked swiftly across the polished floor. The wall panels pulsed a somber blue-green, could weave, of their strange, magic power to steal strong men's minds from them and make them like children before broken sharply by brilliant flashes and overtones of scarlet, wonderful to hear. If you could only hear it—" "Never." The man hesitated. "Your music is forbidden, poisonous." Her smile was like sweet wine, a smile that worked into the Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. "But who is to permit or forbid? After all, you are the leader here, and forbidden the city. But he knew instinctively that Lord Nehmon, mockingly. "Do your worst. Show me your precious music." Like a tinkle of glass breaking in a well, the stone flashed its fiery light in the room. Little swirls of music seemed to swell once again, turning to flames and ashes in a heart-breaking memorial to the age-old fear of his people. "Lord Nehmon!" his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of man waiting in the room. Nehmon rose, his gaunt face and the authority was gone from his face gone too was the cruelty, the avarice, the sardonic mockery. For the briefest moment a shame. Mischana is the master tonight, and the whole city brilliance. His huge hand caught the hypnotic stone , Nehmon! I saw and swept it into crashing, ear-splitting cacophony against the cold steel bulkhead. He stood rigid, his whole body shaking, shattered on stone. The room was deathly still. Lord Nehmon drowning out the dying strains of the music. "Spies! You thought you could steal my mind away, make me forget my duty and listen to your rotten, poisonous noise! Well, you failed, do you hear? I didn't hear it, I didn't listen, I didn't ! I'll hunt you down as my fathers hunted you down, couldn't "Did they see you?" Nehmon's voice was sharp. "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But find out where their people have gone. Find out! Music! We'll take the music out of them, once and for all." Nehmon sighed wearily. "No one that we know." He rising with each question they would not answer until their throats were scorched and they could no longer scream. Finally they reached the limit they could endure, and muttered together the hoarse words that could deliver them. Not words fear. "They blank out their minds like a wet sponge over slate. The hypnotic key clicked into the lock of their minds their screams died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly what they had done, a technique of memory obliteration known and dreaded for so many thousands of years that history could not remember. As his captives stood mindless before him, he let out one hoarse, agonized scream of frustration and defeat. But strangely enough he did not kill them. He left them on a cold stone ledge, blinking dumbly at each other as the seven . In six months they The scout looked up at Nehmon in desperation. "But what have come so close." here. We have no time to plan, no time to prepare for them. What can we do?" have found us so soon, unless they too trailed off to silence. He stared at Nehmon, seeking in the old Nehmon and his people to them, Nehmon had never existed, Only three thoughts filled their minds: It was raining. "Nehmon, when I saw those ships I began thinking." Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run, Nehmon nodded slowly. "For thousands of years." secrecy." He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's " Nehmon's eyes widened. "Because we have no choice," he "We are not animals." Nehmon's voice cut the air like a whiplash. "But we could fight." Nehmon sighed, and reached out a hand to the young man. basis of our very existence. Without it we would be Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's the old man. "Nehmon, what has happened? The concert was afraid ." vague or fuzzy, it was clear this far, Nehmon. So much work, so much training to reach a can't leave now. Not when time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the next. And that will be the end of everything for us, unless we fight them." He paused, watching the last groups dispersing on hopeful. "No," he said, "no, of course not. You know that." She turned to Lord Nehmon. "Have ?" "Never." The old man's voice was harsh. "Has Nehmon's voice broke in, almost harshly, as he faced the grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our music, they scoff at our arts and twist them into obscene mockeries. They have no concept of beauty in their language. The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when nobody has seen them for thousands of years Nehmon met her steady eyes, read the strength and determination he was old, that he couldn't understand, that his mind was channeled now beyond the approach of wisdom. "You mustn't think what you're thinking," he said weakly. "You'd be blind. You wouldn't know, you couldn't have any idea what you would find. If you tried to contact them, you could be lost completely, tortured, killed. If they haven't changed, you wouldn't stand a chance. You'd never come a trace, without symbol or vestige of their presence, leaving only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim, so that no eyes, not even the sharpest, would ever know how In the rounded room of his house, Lord Nehmon dispatched pain. All day Nehmon had supervised the loading, the intricate fear. They had It had been a long and painful night. He had pleaded and begged, tried to persuade them that there was no hope, that the very idea of remaining behind or trying to contact the Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired. "They'll question you, even torture you." She smiled calmly. "Perhaps they won't. But as a last resort, we can blank out." Nehmon's face went white. "You know there is no coming back, once you do that. You would never regain your memory. You must save it for a last resort." taken their refuge in the ships, waiting for Nehmon to trigger utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the pressure of despair. It was such a slender hope, so frail and so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of Nehmon's voice broke the silence. "If you must stay behind, strength and confidence. "Wish us the best, Nehmon. If a link flagship. "Of course, master." "And questioned?" The guard frowned. "Yes, sir. But their language is almost unintelligible." "You've studied the basic tongues, haven't you?" Frankle's voice was as cold as his eyes. "Of course, sir, but this is so different." seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's baritone. "You are the leader of the Hunters?"

<question>:
Which word does NOT describe Lord Nehmon’s leadership?

<options>:
A Passive
B Resilient
C Gentle
D Ineffective

<answer>:

D