"Why!" he cried in a surprised voice.
"Your Majesty," said the Chamberlain quickly. " A wise man such as yourself can surely see the colours 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 colours, feel the weight."
The courtiers queued up to look at the colours and feel the weight, and each went away exclaiming over the marvellous 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 marvellour suit?" said the Emperor to the Chamberlain, as he showed off his new outfit. "Just look at the tiny stitches and the lacework. Truly marvellous."
"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.

"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.
当这布还在织的时候,皇帝就很想亲自去看一次。他选了一群特别圈定的随员——其中包括已经去看过的那两位诚实的大臣。这样,他就到那两个狡猾的骗子住的地方去。这两个家伙正以全副精神布,但是一根线的影子也看不见。“您看这不漂亮吗?”那两位诚实的官员说。“陛下请看,多么美丽的花纹!多么美丽的色彩!”他们指着那架空空的织机,因为他们以为别人一定会看得见布料的。
“这是怎么一回事儿呢?”皇帝心里想。“我什么也没有看见!这真是荒唐!难道我是一个愚蠢的人吗?难道我不配做皇帝吗?这真是我从来没有碰见过的一件最可怕的事情。”
“啊,它真是美极了!”皇帝说。“我表示十二分地满意!”
于是他点头表示满意。他装做很仔细地看着织机的样子,因为他不愿意说出他什么也没有看见。跟他来的全体随员 也仔细地看了又看,可是他们也没有看出更多的东西。不过,他们也照着皇帝的话说:“啊,真是美极了!”他们建议皇帝用这种新奇的、美丽的布料做成衣服,穿上这衣服亲自去参加快要举行的游行大典。“真美丽!真精致!真是好极了!”每人都随声附和着。每人都有说不出的快乐。皇帝赐给骗子每人一个爵士的头衔和一枚可以挂在纽扣洞上的勋章;并且还封他们为“御聘织师”。
第二天早晨游行大典就要举行了。在头天晚上,这两个骗子整夜不睡,点起16支蜡烛。你可以看到他们是在赶夜工,要完成皇帝的新衣。他们装做把布料从织机上取下来。他们用两把大剪刀在空中裁了一阵子,同时又用没有穿线的针缝了一通。最后,他们齐声说:“请看!新衣服缝好了!”
皇帝带着他的一群最高贵的骑士们亲自到来了。这两个骗子每人举起一只手,好像他们拿着一件什么东西似的。他们说:“请看吧,这是裤子,这是袍子!这是外衣!”等等。“这衣服轻柔得像蜘蛛网一样:穿着它的人会觉得好像身上没有什么东西似的——这也正是这衣服的妙处。”
“一点也不错,”所有的骑士们都说。可是他们什么也没有看见,因为实际上什么东西也没有。
“现在请皇上脱下衣服,”两个骗子说,“我们要在这个大镜子面前为陛下换上新衣。
皇帝把身上的衣服统统都脱光了。这两个骗子装做把他们刚才缝好的新衣服一件一件地交给他。他们在他的腰围那儿弄了一阵子,好像是系上一件什么东西似的:这就是后裾(注:后裾(Slaebet)就是拖在礼服后面的很长的一块布;它是封建时代欧洲贵族的一种装束。)。皇帝在镜子面前转了转身子,扭了扭腰肢。
“上帝,这衣服多么合身啊!式样裁得多么好看啊!”大家都说。“多么美的花纹!多么美的色彩!这真是一套贵重的衣服!”
“大家已经在外面把华盖准备好了,只等陛下一出去,就可撑起来去游行!”典礼官说。
“对,我已经穿好了,”皇帝说,“这衣服合我的身么?”于是他又在镜子面前把身子转动了一下,因为他要叫大家看出他在认真地欣赏他美丽的服装。那些将要托着后裾的内臣们,都把手在地上东摸西摸,好像他们真的在拾其后裾似的。他们开步走,手中托着空气——他们不敢让人瞧出他们实在什么东西也没有看见。
这么着,皇帝就在那个富丽的华盖下游行起来了。站在街上和窗子里的人都说:“乖乖,皇上的新装真是漂亮!他上衣下面的后裾是多么美丽!衣服多么合身!”谁也不愿意让人知道自己看不见什么东西,因为这样就会暴露自己不称职,或是太愚蠢。皇帝所有的衣服从来没有得到这样普遍的称赞。
“可是他什么衣服也没有穿呀!”一个小孩子最后叫出声来。
“上帝哟,你听这个天真的声音!”爸爸说。于是大家把这孩子讲的话私自低声地传播开来。
“他并没有穿什么衣服!有一个小孩子说他并没有穿什么衣服呀!”
“他实在是没有穿什么衣服呀!”最后所有的老百姓都说。
皇帝有点儿发抖,因为他似乎觉得老百姓所讲的话是对的。不过他自己心里却这样想:“我必须把这游行大典举行完毕。”因此他摆出一副更骄傲的神气,他的内臣们跟在他后面走,手中托着一个并不存在的后裾。