"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.
　　"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. 

　　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