Excerpt from metamorphoses, book xi, fable iii
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1 midas, abhorring riches, inhabited the woods and the fields, and followed pan, who always dwells in caves of the mountains; but midas’ obtuse understanding still remained, and the impulse of his foolish mind was fated again, as before, to be an injury to its owner. for the lofty tmolus, looking far and wide over the sea, stands erect, steep with its lofty ascent; and extending in its descent on either side, is bounded on the one side by sardis, on the other by the little hypæpæ.

2 while pan is there boasting of his strains to the charming nymphs, and is warbling a little tune upon the reeds joined with wax, daring to despise the playing of apollo in comparison with his own, he comes to the unequal contest under the arbitration of the god of mount tmolus. the aged umpire seats himself upon his own mountain, and frees his ears of the incumbering trees. his azure-coloured hair is only covered with oak, and acorns hang around his hollow temples. and looking at the god of the flocks, he says, “there is no delay in me, your umpire.” pan sounds his rustic reeds, and delights midas with his uncouth music; for he, by chance, is present as he plays. after this, the sacred tmolus turns his face towards the countenance of apollo; his words follow the direction of his face. apollo, having his yellow head wreathed with parnassian laurel, sweeps the ground with his robe, soaked in tyrian purple, and supports with his left hand his lyre, adorned with gems and indian ivory; the other hand holds the plectrum.

3 the very posture is that of an artist. apollo then touches the strings with a skilful thumb; charmed by the sweetness of which, tmolus bids pan to hold his reeds in submission to the lyre; and the judgment and decision of the sacred mountain them all.

4 yet it is blamed, and is called unjust by the voice of midas alone. but the apollo does not allow his stupid ears to retain their human shape: but draws them out to a great length, and he fills them with grey hairs, and makes them unsteady at the lower part, and gives them the power of moving. the rest of his body is that of a man; in one part alone is he condemned to punishment; and he assumes the ears of the slowly moving butt.

which sentence from the passage best supports the inference that the god of mount tmolus is highly respected?
a) the aged umpire seats himself upon his own mountain, and frees his ears of the incumbering trees.
b) after this, the sacred tmolus turns his face towards the countenance of apollo; his words follow the direction of his face.
c) he then touches the strings with a skilful thumb; charmed by the sweetness of which, tmolus bids pan to hold his reeds in submission to the lyre; and the judgment and decision of the sacred mountain them all.
d) while pan is there boasting of his strains to the charming nymphs, and is warbling a little tune upon the reeds joined with wax, daring to despise the playing of apollo in comparison with his own, he comes to the unequal contest under the arbitration of tmolus.