英文版-皇帝的新装．

The Emperor's New Clothes

Long ago and far away, there lived an Emperor. This Emperor was very

vain and could think about nothing but his clothes. He had wardrobes and

cupboards full of clothes. They filled his spare bedrooms and upstairs

corridors of the palace.

The courtiers were worried that the wardrobes would begin to appear

downstairs and in their chambers.

The Emperor spent hours every morning getting dressed. He had to

choose his outfit, preferable a new one, and the shoes and wig to go with

it. Mid-morning, he invariably changed into something more formal for

his short meetings with his councillors and advisors. He would change

again for lunch, and then again for a rest in the afternoon. He just had

to change for dinner and them again for the evening!

He kept all the weavers, tailors, cobblers and silk merchants of the

city very busy and very happy! News of the Emperor spread to distant

kingdoms and finally came to the ears of two very shady characters.

Could we? they asked themselves. Could we fool the Emperor who

loves new clothes? Let's try, they decided.

They left their homes and traveled to the Emperor's city. there they

saw the many shops selling clothes, shoes and fabrics. For, if the Emperor

dressed finely, so too did his couriers. The two travelers went to the

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to wares their sell to hoping tradesmen other many with along palace

Emperor. They asked to meet the Emperor. We have something very special

to show him, they told the Chamberlain. That's what everyone says,

said the Chamberlain. Ah, but his is magical, said one, We have

invented a new cloth by using a very special and secret method.

The Chamberlain felt that it was his duty to bring new items to the

Emperor's attention and he went to tell him. Something magical? said

the Emperor, who was changing for lunch and admiring himself in the mirror.

Oh, I love new things, Show the two weavers in.

The two weavers were shown in, and began to describe their cloth to

the Emperor. It is gold, silver and rainbow colored, all at the same

time, said one. It shimmers. It feels like silk, but is as warm as

wool, said the second. It is as light as air, said the first. A most

wonderful fabric.

The Emperor was enchanted. He must have an outfit from this new cloth.

There is a grand parade in the city in two weeks time, he said. I need

a new outfit for it. Can one be ready in time? Oh yes, your Majesty,

said the weavers. But there is a problem. The cloth is very expensive

to make. No matter, said the Emperor, waving his hand. Money is no

object. I must have an outfit. Just see the Chamberlain and he'll sort

瑩漠瑵?慍敫椠?敨敲椠?桴?慰慬散尮The Chamberlain showed the two weavers to a large airy room and they

set to work. They asked for a loom, and a sack of gold to start buying

materials. The Chamberlain followed the Emperor's orders and they were

denied nothing. The weavers worked away behind closed doors. The loom

could be heard clattering away. Every now and then a courtier would stand

and listen at the door. News of the magic cloth had spread.

Finally, the Emperor could stand it no more. Chamberlain, go to the

weavers and see how the cloth is processing. The parade is only a week

way. The Chamberlain knocked at the door and waited. Enter! said the

weavers. They had been expecting someone soon! The Emperor has sent me

to check on the progress of the cloth, said the Chamberlain, staring

at the empty loom. Is it not beautiful? said one of the weavers, holding

out nothing to the Chamberlain. See the lustre, feel the softness! Um,

said the Chamberlain, not quite sure what to say. Oh wise Chamberlain,

said the other weaver.

Now you can see why it is magical. Only the truly clever and brilliant

can see the cloth. Most people would see an empty loom, but a clever man

like you will see our wonderful cloth. Of course, said the Chamberlain,

not wanting to look stupid. It really is quite marvelous. Those colors,

that shimmer of the gold and silver threads. Marvelous. Oh, you are

so wise, said the weavers.

The Emperor was very impatient and couldn't wait for the Chamberlain

to return. After ten minutes of pacing up and down, he went to the weavers'

room, followed by half of his court. He threw the doors open, and saw

the empty loom. Why! he cried in a surprised voice. Your Majesty,

said the Chamberlain quickly. A wise man such as yourself can surely

see the colors and sheen of this magical cloth. Of course I can, said

the Emperor, wondering why he could not. It's beautiful. Simply

enchanting. When can my outfit be made? Send for the royal tailors! Your

Majesty, said the two weavers. We would be delighted to make your outfit

for you. There is no need to trouble your hard-working tailor. It is such

a difficult fabric to cut and sew. We will make the suit. Very well,

said the Emperor. First fitting tomorrow.

The courtiers had followed the Emperor, and they now came into the

room. Of course, they could see nothing on the loom for there was nothing

to see. Is it not beautiful? said one of the weavers. Of course, only

the wise and very clever can see the beauty of the cloth. Look at the

colors, feel the weight. The courtiers queued up to look at the colors

and feel the weight, and each went away exclaiming over the marvelous

cloth which was indeed as light as air. But each courtier secretly

wondered if they were really stupid, as they had seen nothing at all.

The two weavers then set to work as tailors. They muttered and discussed

at the Emperor's fittings, stitching here, cutting there until at last

the suit was made.

The following day was the day of the parade. Am I not the handsomest

of men in my marvellous suit? said the Emperor to the Chamberlain, as

he showed off his new outfit. Just look at the tiny stitches and the

lacework. Truly marvelous. Undoubtedly, sir, said the Chamberlain.

There is no outfit on earth to equal this one.

The Emperor was dressed in his new suit and ready for the parade.

News of his amazing outfit had reached the people of the town and all

wanted to see him. There were people crowded along the sides of the streets.

The parade began!

People gasped. What a suit! they cried. What suit? asked a small

boy, who had not heard of the magical cloth. The Emperor has no clothes

on at all! It's true! No clothes! The Emperor is naked! the people

cried. And the Emperor was very ashamed. He had been so vain, and now

he had been made to look a fool. As for the two tailors -- they were in

fact thieves, and had long since left the town with their bags of gold.

Probably laughing all the way! But the Emperor is a wiser man now, and

spends a lot more time with his advisors and far less with his tailors.

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