Many, many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that he spent all
his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be always well dressed. He did not
care for his soldiers, and the theatre did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought
anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of clothes. He had a coat for every hour of
the day; and as one would say of a king 'He is in his cabinet,' so one could say of him, 'The
emperor is in his dressing-room.' The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many
strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they
made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest
cloth to be imagined. Their colours and patterns, they said, were not only exceptionally
beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of being
invisible to any man who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid. 'That must be
wonderful cloth,' thought the emperor. 'If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I
should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could
distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay.'
And he gave a large sum of money to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work
without any loss of time. They set up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but
they did nothing whatever on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious
gold-cloth; all they got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.
'I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,' thought the emperor.
But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not
see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable
to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everybody in the town knew what a
remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid their
neighbours were. 'I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,' thought the emperor.
'He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his
office better than he.' The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat
before the empty looms. 'Heaven preserve us!' he thought, and opened his eyes wide, 'I cannot
see anything at all,' but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near, and
asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colours, pointing to
the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could see nothing, for
there was nothing to be seen. 'Oh dear,' he thought, 'can I be so stupid? I should never have
thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I
cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.' 'Now, have you got nothing to say?' said one
of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily weaving. 'Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly
beautiful,' replied the old minister looking through his glasses. 'What a beautiful pattern,
what brilliant colours! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.' 'We are
pleased to hear that,' said the two weavers, and described to him the colours and explained
the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might relate to the
emperor what they said; and so he did. Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and
gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for themselves, and not a
thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty looms. Soon
afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the weavers to see how they were
getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished. Like the old minister, he looked and looked
but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen. 'Is it not a beautiful piece of
cloth?' asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which,
however, did not exist. 'I am not stupid,' said the man. 'It is therefore my good appointment
for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let any one know it;' and he
praised the cloth, which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colours and
the fine pattern. 'It is very excellent,' he said to the emperor. Everybody in the whole town
talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor wished to see it himself, while it was
still on the loom. With a number of courtiers, including the two who had already been there,
he went to the two clever swindlers, who now worked as hard as they could, but without using
any thread. 'Is it not magnificent?' said the two old statesmen who had been there before.
'Your Majesty must admire the colours and the pattern.' And then they pointed to the empty
looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth. 'What is this?' thought the emperor,
'I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That
would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me.' 'Really,' he said, turning
to the weavers, 'your cloth has our most gracious approval;' and nodding contentedly he looked
at the empty loom, for he did not like to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who
were with him, looked and looked, and although they could not see anything more than the
others, they said, like the emperor, 'It is very beautiful.' And all advised him to wear the
new magnificent clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. 'It is
magnificent, beautiful, excellent,' one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and
the emperor appointed the two swindlers 'Imperial Court weavers.' The whole night previous to
the day on which the procession was to take place, the swindlers pretended to work, and burned
more than sixteen candles. People should see that they were busy to finish the emperor's new
suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big
scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, and said at last: 'The emperor's new suit is
ready now.' The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their
arms up as if they held something in their hands and said: 'These are the trousers!' 'This is
the coat!' and 'Here is the cloak!' and so on. 'They are all as light as a cobweb, and one
must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.'
'Indeed!' said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to be
seen. 'Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,' said the swindlers, 'that we
may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?' The
emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit upon him, one piece after
another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass from every side. 'How well they look!
How well they fit!' said all. 'What a beautiful pattern! What fine colours! That is a
magnificent suit of clothes!' The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the
canopy, which was to be carried in the procession, were ready. 'I am ready,' said the emperor.
'Does not my suit fit me marvellously?' Then he turned once more to the looking-glass, that
people should think he admired his garments. The chamberlains, who were to carry the train,
stretched their hands to the ground as if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold
something in their hands; they did not like people to know that they could not see anything.
The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw him in the
street and out of the windows exclaimed: 'Indeed, the emperor's new suit is incomparable! What
a long train he has! How well it fits him!' Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing,
for then he would have been unfit for his office or too stupid. Never emperor's clothes were
more admired. 'But he has nothing on at all,' said a little child at last. 'Good heavens!
listen to the voice of an innocent child,' said the father, and one whispered to the other
what the child had said. 'But he has nothing on at all,' cried at last the whole people. That
made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he
thought to himself, 'Now I must bear up to the end.' And the chamberlains walked with still
greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.