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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RETIEF OF THE RED-TAPE MOUNTAIN by KEITH LAUMER Retief knew the importance of sealed orders—and the need to keep them that way! spaceman or two a year. Instead, I'm zoo-keeper to these confounded settlers. And not for one world, mind you, but eight!" He stared glumly at Vice-Consul Retief. "Travel!" the consul barked. "I hate travel. Here in this backwater system particularly—" He paused, blinked at Retief and cleared his take certain action." He swung back to face Retief. "I'm sending you in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders." He picked up a fat buff envelope. "A pity they didn't see fit to order the Terrestrial settlers out weeks ago, as I suggested. Now it is too late. "What's this native life form like?" Retief asked, getting to his feet. "When you get back," said Passwyn, "you tell me." The mail pilot, a leathery veteran with quarter-inch whiskers, spat "I'm supposed to be preventing the war," said Retief. "It looks like I'm a little late." The pilot's head snapped around. "War?" he yelped. "Nobody told me they Retief felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The red blip meant heavy Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat "Maybe I'll look better after a shave," said Retief. "What's the idea weapons. Come on...." He moved off silently on all fours. Retief Retief looked down at the charred, torn and sweat-soaked powder-blue blazer and slacks. "This outfit seemed pretty rough-and-ready back home," he said. "But I Retief. "We put out the word back home. We all got relatives on Ivory and Verde." "Shut up, you damn fool!" a deep voice grated. I'd of et you alive," the newcomer said, moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather. He eyed Retief. "Who's that?" "What do ya mean?" Potter spoke in the silence. "He's your cousin...." Retief got to his feet. "I think I should explain—" "Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open." Retief took a bearing on a shape moved again, slipped into a shadow ten feet distant. Retief felt Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping It scrabbled with prehensile fringe-tentacles for a grip on Retief's "Now we understand each other," said Retief. "Take me to your leader." back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation was correct, a Flap-jack picket should be along before too long.... A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off. out. Retief cocked his head, frowning. "Try it two octaves higher," he said. "Awwrrp! Sorry. Is that better?" a clear voice came from the darkness. "That's fine," Retief said. "I'm here to arrange a prisoner exchange." "Prisoners? But we have no prisoners." "Ah, yes, of course. Quite equitable. What guarantees do you require?" "The word of a gentleman is sufficient." Retief released the alien. It flopped once, disappeared into the darkness. III "Let me congratulate you," the voice said. Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings, rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back. "You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries." can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns." "I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly, "... of the Mountain of Red Tape," Retief added. "Take place, Retief," said Hoshick. "I hope you won't find our rude couches uncomfortable." Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room, communed silently with Hoshick. "Pray forgive our lack of translating devices," he said to Retief. "Permit me to introduce my colleagues...." "I trust you'll find these dishes palatable," said Hoshick. "Our metabolisms are much alike, I believe." Retief tried the food. It had a said Hoshick. "I confess at first we took you for an indigenous earth-grubbing form, but we were soon disabused of that notion." He raised a tube, manipulating it deftly with his fringe tentacles. Retief "Delicious," said Retief. "I wonder. Have you considered eliminating A scratchy sound issued from the disk. "Pardon my laughter," Hoshick said, "but surely you jest?" "As a matter of fact," said Retief, "we ourselves seldom use weapons." "My apologies," said Retief. "The—ah—the skirmishform failed to recognize that he was dealing with a sportsman." "Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons...." Hoshick "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "Sir!" said Retief sternly. "You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the newest sporting principles." "New?" cried Hoshick. "My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm rearing up before him, his trappings gone. A silent rank of Flap-jack retainers were grouped behind him. "I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief," said Hoshick. endo-skeletons I fear I shall be at a disadvantage." "Of course," Retief said, "if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of contest...." With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering "There is much to be said for the old system," he said. "What a burden one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our hoped...." He broke off, drew a rasping breath. "I had hoped, Retief," promise to stick to the oases and vegetables." Hoshick curled his back in attention. "Retief, you're quite serious? You would leave all the fair sand hills to us?" "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone me, Retief," he cried. "This time, in generosity." "We'll talk over the details later. I'm sure we can establish a set of

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What can we infer is the likely source of Retief's formal name?

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A Retief had to come up with a formal title with no warning. He looked out over Hoshick's head and notice the red sun coming up over the mountains, and he thought about the flat shape of the Flapjacks, which suggested "tape," and on impulse, called himself  Retief of the Red-Tape Mountain.
B Retief was known as a stickler for following procedures and generating paperwork. Hence, years ago, his colleagues gave him the name Retief of the Red-Tape Mountain in token of the mountains of red tape that he created for everyone.
C When Retief had to come up with a formal title on the spur of the moment, it is not hard to imagine that he thought about the mountains of red tape that bureaucrats like him have to deal with, and in a play on words, turned it into his title, Retief of the Red-Tape Mountain.
D Retief was a diplomat, but he was also a member of the Terran nobility. For reasons lost in the mists of history, his father's duchy was called Red-Tape Mountain. When his father died, Retief inherited the title.

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C