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

<passage>:
troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his the lion-hearted Richard of England— Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. "They are not far off, Sir Gaeton. "Like the jackals they are," said Sir Gaeton. "They assail us from the rear, and they set up traps in our path ahead. Our spies tell us that "Is it fear, or are they merely gathering their forces?" "Both," said Sir Gaeton flatly. "They fear us, else they would not dally "Give them time. We must wait for their attack, sir knight. It were Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. "Perhaps heavy armor, although he himself was not too uncomfortable. Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect. your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a Burgundy against King Richard—" He gave a short, barking laugh. "I fear no man," he went on, "but if I had to fear one, it would be Richard Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. "My lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip "No, and with good cause. But he allowed his anger against Philip to The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said, he spoke in haste." "It was my duty." Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. "Could we have permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and warleaders in Christendom at this crucial point? The desertion of Philip not gained the love of Richard by doing so." Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. "My king knows I am loyal." Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty Sir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath Sir Robert turned his horse to look. rain of heavy stones, too close in for the use of bows. There was only the sword against armor, like the sound of a thousand hammers against a Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward check. The King had said "Stand fast!" and this was no time to disobey were taking the brunt of the charge. They fought like madmen, but they were slowly being forced back. The Master of the Hospitallers rode to the rear, to the King's standard, which hardly moved in the still desert air, now that the column had stopped moving. The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears. voice fading as he rode on up the column toward the knights of Poitou the King: "My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of "Good Master," said Richard, "it is you who must sustain their attack. A voice very close to Sir Robert said: "Richard is right. If we go to attack." It was Sir Gaeton. "My lord the King," Sir Robert heard his voice say, "is right in all but gallop would break the Egyptian line and give the Hospitallers breathing "Against the orders of the King?" "The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his After a moment's hesitation, Sir Gaeton couched his lance. "I'm with "Forward then!" Sir Robert heard himself shouting. "Forward for St. George and for England!" Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored. The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and now his body dragged it down as he dropped toward the desert sand. saber, taking advantage of Sir Robert's sagging lance. There was nothing else to do but drop the lance and draw his heavy The Egyptian's curved sword clanged against Sir Robert's helm, setting Behind him, Sir Robert heard further cries of "St. George and England!" Beauvais, who carried a great warhammer in order that he might not break Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy. Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword. Beside him, Sir Gaeton did the same, saying: "It will be a few minutes before they can regroup, sir knight. We may have routed them "Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end." Old Kings ." He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took that one. Old Kings ." He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand. "Yes, sir," said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, " Old Kings are the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking pleasure." "There's no doubt about it, man's cigarette." Sir Robert could feel the soothing smoke in his lungs as he inhaled deeply. "That's great. When I want a cigarette, I don't want just any cigarette." "Nor I," agreed the Gascon. " Old Kings is the only real cigarette when you're doing a real man's work." "That's for sure." Sir Robert watched a smoke ring expand in the air. There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped his cigarette to the ground. "The trouble is that doing a real he-man's work doesn't always allow you to enjoy the fine, rich tobaccos of Old Kings right down to the very end." "No, but you can always light another later," said the Gascon knight. King Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed Saladin had expected him to hold fast! Sir Robert and Sir Gaeton spurred their chargers toward the flapping Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the And the great king, in spite of his prowess was outnumbered heavily and Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain. He did not know how long he fought there, holding his charger motionless but presently he heard the familiar cry of "For St. George and for boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And for the second time, Sir Robert found himself with no one to fight. Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king. King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. "If it please God, I And then the king mounted his horse and was running full gallop after Robert took off his helmet. "How'd you like it, Bob?" asked one of the two producers of the show. Robert Bowen nodded briskly and patted the televike helmet. "It was O.K.," he said. "Good show. A little talky at the beginning, and it needs a better fade-out, but the action scenes were fine. The sponsor ought to like it—for a while, at least." "What do you mean, 'for a while'?" Robert Bowen sighed. "If this thing goes on the air the way it is, he'll lose sales." "Why? Commercial not good enough?" " Too good! Man, I've smoked Old Kings , and, believe me, the real thing never tasted as good as that cigarette did in the commercial!"

<question>:
Which is definitely true about why Sir Robert could not finish smoking the cigarette?

<options>:
A The company only paid for a short amount of airtime
B He had to return to battle
C It tasted disgusting and he did not want to finish it
D They were prop cigarettes that hurt to use

<answer>:

B