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

<passage>:
... After a Few Words ... Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] This is a science-fiction story. History is a science the other part is, as all Americans know, the most fictional field we have today. Ahead of him, in serried array, with lances erect and pennons flying, Templars, who had taken the advance. Behind the Templars rode the mailed Jerusalem and the host of Poitou. saddle. To his right, he could see the brilliant red-and-gold banner of gules, in pale three lions passant his saddle, his visor up, his blue eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun. They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so "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 the Turks lie ahead of us in countless numbers. And yet, they fear to "Is it fear, or are they merely gathering their forces?" "Both," said Sir Gaeton flatly. "They fear us, else they would not dally to amass so fearsome a force. If, as our informers tell us, there are uncounted Turks to the fore, and if, as we are aware, our rear is being dogged by the Bedouin and the black horsemen of Egypt, it would seem foolhardy to attempt to seek them in their own hills, and yet they must "We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman," Sir Gaeton growled. "It's this Hellish heat that is driving me mad." He pointed toward the eastern hills. "The sun is yet low, and already the heat is unbearable." Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. "Perhaps 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than men of cooler blood." He knew that the others were baking inside their heavy armor, although he himself was not too uncomfortable. "In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor heat. Nor is your own blood too cool. True, I ride with your Normans and your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of 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 lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip to remain with us." "Richard of England has never been on the best of terms with Philip "No, and with good cause. But he allowed his anger against Philip to color his judgment when he spoke harshly against the Duke of Burgundy. he spoke in haste." permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and warleaders in Christendom at this crucial point? The desertion of Philip too?" "You did what must be done in honor," the Gascon conceded, "but you have not gained the love of Richard by doing so." showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty of Sir Robert de Bouain. him. mingled with the sounds of horses in agony and anger. the sword against armor, like the sound of a thousand hammers against a were slowly being forced back. which hardly moved in the still desert air, now that the column had voice fading as he rode on up the column toward the knights of Poitou eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!" No one can be everywhere at once." pointed toward the eastern hills. "They will come from there, hitting us in the flank we cannot afford to amass a rearward charge. To do so one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there gallop would break the Egyptian line and give the Hospitallers breathing George and for England!" "St. George and England!" the Gascon echoed. Two great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle The Egyptians tried to dodge, as they saw, too late, the approach of the Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip 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 sweeping arc, and the Egyptian's horse rode on with the rider's headless body. Behind him, Sir Robert heard further cries of "St. George and England!" Church Law by shedding blood. He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the battle rather than participating in it. completely." "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." "This is no time to worry about the future," said the Gascon. "Rest for 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, are a 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. rear, had realized the danger and had charged through the Hospitallers Sir Robert and Sir Gaeton spurred their chargers toward the flapping isolated and alone, cut off from the rest of the Christian forces! He red-and-gold banner of Richard? He caught a glimpse of the fluttering banner far to the rear and started to fall back. coronet! Richard! monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him. but presently he heard the familiar cry of "For St. George and for bringing with them the banner of England! boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And sovereign and liege lord. My sword and my life are yours whenever you call." He blinked for a second to adjust his eyes to the relative dimness of helmet had projected into his eyes, the studio seemed strangely cavelike. "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 "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 of these statements about the cigarettes has an irony that is represented elsewhere in the story?

<options>:
A The fact that the producers know different media would have been a better platform
B The fact that Sir Robert only held one for a short time before dropping it, after saying how good it was
C The fact that the cigarettes themselves are anachronistic
D The fact that the producer actually works for a rival cigarette company

<answer>:

C