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

<passage>:
MIGHTIEST QORN Sly, brave and truculent, the Qornt it around one outflung leg, trussed ankle and thigh together. Qorn "Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?" times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. There was no record of where they went." He paused for effect. seated himself in Qorn's vacated chair. "A couple of you finish trussing Qorn up for me." "Indeed, Mr. Magnan?" Nitworth smiled icily. "It appears the Qornt do His Supreme Excellency The Qorn, Regent of Qornt, Over-Lord of the thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive, "What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one "Why?" "Because that's the way it's done." happen?" "Live too long?" Magnan looked puzzled. "When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with the new Qornt stepping on our heels—" "I've lost the thread," Magnan said. "Who are the new Qornt?" "After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course. Qornt fleets are indetectible!" "Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old "What do Qornt turn into?" Retief asked. "Hmmmm. That's a good question. So far, none have survived Qornthood." recommendation?" The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. "What about a stiff Note demanding an extra week's time?" "No! No begging," the Economic Officer objected. "I'd say a calm, dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible." "But now that's all off, of course," Magnan chirped. "Now that we've had diplomatic relations and all—" "Oh, by no means. The fleet lifts in thirty days. After all, we're Qornt we have to satisfy our drive to action." "Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if "Early tomorrow," Magnan said. "Or maybe later today." by oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow." Nitworth rapped out instructions. "We don't want to give them the idea we spook easily," the Military Attache said. "Let's delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow." of over fifteen million individuals to relocate." He eyed the Political Officer. "I want five proposals for resettlement on my desk action is clear, but it remains to be implemented. We have a population Harried-looking staff members arose and hurried from the room. Magnan eased toward the door. "One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed darted to the left. The first Qornt pounced, grappled Magnan to its "Those undoubtedly are the most bloodthirsty, aggressive, merciless countenances it has ever been my misfortune to encounter," Magnan said. "It hardly seems fair. Eight feet tall and faces like that!" "I mean altogether. How many Qornt?" The alien whistled shrilly. "Aren't you a Qornt?" like Qornt." "Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are "Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation "How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?" "Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty." "Fifteen or twenty what?" Magnan looked perplexed. "Fifteen or twenty Qornt." "You mean that there are only fifteen or twenty individual Qornt in all?" "And the Qornt are responsible for the ultimatum—unilaterally?" mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice "Nonsense, Slun!" Zubb pushed forward. "I'll escort our guests to Qornt patient man, but there are occasions—" "Come along, please," Zubb called. "Another ten minutes' walk—" "Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village." high-pitched screeching. "Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They can be an irascible lot when disturbed at their feasting." "When will the feast be over?" Magnan called hoarsely. "In another few weeks, I should imagine, if, as you say, they've scheduled an invasion for next month." "Look here, Zubb." Magnan shook a finger at the tall alien. "How is it that these Qornt are allowed to embark on piratical ventures of this "Oh, the majority of the Qornt favor the move, I imagine." the magnificently draped, belted, feathered and jeweled Qornt carried "Ah, a moment," Zubb said. "Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the "Twelve feet if he's an inch," Magnan estimated. "And now we really must hurry along—" "Certainly. What other kind would the Qornt bother with?" comprise the fleet? And where they're based at present?" "They're fully automated twenty-thousand-ton all-purpose dreadnaughts. They mount a variety of weapons. The Qornt are fond of that sort of "And now an interview with the Qorn himself," Zubb shrilled. "If you'll anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now Qorn looked Retief over in silence, then belched. Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. "Chain that "Stay back!" Qorn hooted. "Stand over there where I can keep an eye on "I guess so," grunted a giant Qornt in iridescent blue with Qorn's eyes bulged. He half rose. "We've been all over this," he "Oh, sure, Qorn." Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. "All for one and one for all, that's "I can lick any Qornt in the house." Qorn said. "That's why I'm Qorn." "Now," Qorn said, lolling back in his chair, glass in hand. "There's a "You can do better than that," Qorn hooted. "Now here's a suggestion: Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. "Take these two," "What's your proposal?" Qorn whistled, taking a gulp from his goblet. "A fifty-fifty split? Monetary reparations? Alternate territory? I can assure you, it's useless. We Qornt like "What?" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered. type hell bomb we've worked out. Have all your people off of it in seventy-two hours, or suffer the consequences." IV "You have the gall," Qorn stormed, "to stand here in the center of Qornt Hall—uninvited, at that—and in chains—" "We'll take you on!" Qorn French-horned. "We're the Qorn! We glory in "Hogwash," the flame-and-blue Qorn cut in. "If it wasn't for you, Qorn, doubt if old Qorn would weigh up at more than two-fifty standard pounds arms. Qorn stalked forward, long lean legs bent, long horny feet the narrow back, seized Qorn's neck in a stranglehold and threw his weight backward. Qorn fell on his back, his legs squatted out at an

<question>:
What is the prediction for the length of the feast that the Qornt are participating in?

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A 6 hours.
B several days.
C several weeks.
D several months.

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C