The Emperor's New Clothes
by Hans Christian Andersen
Many years ago there lived an emperor
who was so exceedingly fond of beautiful new clothes that he spent
all his money just on dressing up. He paid no attention to his
soldiers, nor did he care about plays or taking drives in the
woods except for the sole purpose of showing off his new clothes.
He had a robe for every hour of the day, and just as it is said
of a king that he is "in council," so they always said
here: "The emperor is in the clothes closet!"
In the great city where he lived everybody
had a very good time. Many visitors came there every day. One
day two charlatans came. They passed themselves off as weavers
and said that they knew how to weave the most exquisite cloth
imaginable. Not only were the colors and the pattern uncommonly
beautiful but also the clothes that were made from the cloth had
the singular quality of being invisible to every person who was
unfit for his post or else was inadmissably stupid.
"Well, these are some splendid clothes,"
thought the emperor. "With them on I could find out which
men in my kingdom were not suited for the posts they have; I can
tell the wise ones from the stupid! Yes, that cloth must be woven
for me at once!" And he gave the two charlatans lots of money
in advance so they could begin their work.
They put up two looms, all right, and
pretended to be working, but they had nothing whatsoever on the
looms. Without ceremony they demanded the finest silk and the
most magnificent gold thread. This they put in their own pockets
and worked at the empty looms until far into the night.
"Now I'd like to see how far they've
come with the cloth!" thought the emperor. But it made him
feel a little uneasy to think that anyone who was stupid or unfit
for his post couldn't see it. Of course he didn't believe that
he himself needed to be afraid. Nonetheless he wanted to send
someone else first to see how things stood. The whole city knew
of the remarkable powers possessed by the cloth, and everyone
was eager to see how bad or stupid his neighbor was.
"I'll send my honest old minister
to the weavers," thought the emperor. "He's the best
one to see how the cloth looks, for he has brains and no one is
better fitted for his post than he is!"
Now the harmless old minister went into
the hall where the two charlatans sat working at the empty looms.
"Heaven help us!" thought the
old minister, his eyes opening wide. "Why, I can't see a
thing!" But he didn't say so.
Both the charlatans asked him to please
step closer and asked if it didn't have a beautiful pattern and
lovely colors. Then they pointed to the empty loom, and the poor
old minister kept opening his eyes wider. But he couldn't see
a thing, for there was nothing there.
"Good Lord!" he thought. "Am
I supposed to be stupid? I never thought so, and not a soul must
find it out! Am I unfit for my post? No, it'll never do for me
to say that I can't see the cloth!"
"Well, you're not saying anything
about it!" said the one who was weaving.
"Oh, it's nice! Quite charming!"
said the old minister, and peered through his spectacles. "This
pattern and these colors! Yes, I shall tell the emperor that it
pleases me highly!"
"Well, we're delighted to hear it!"
said both the weavers, and now they named the colors by name and
described the singular pattern. The old minister paid close attention
so he could repeat it all when he came back to the emperor. And
this he did.
Now the charlatans demanded more money
for more silk and gold thread, which they were going to use for
the weaving. They stuffed everything into their own pockets. Not
a thread went onto the looms, but they kept on weaving on the
empty looms as before.
Soon afterward the emperor sent another
harmless official there to see how the weaving was coming along
and if the cloth should soon be ready. The same thing happened
to him as to the minister. He looked and he looked, but as there
was nothing there but the empty looms, he couldn't see a thing.
"Well, isn't it a beautiful piece
of cloth?" both the charlatans said, and showed and explained
the lovely pattern that wasn't there at all.
"Well, I'm not stupid!" thought
the man. "Then it's my good position that I'm unfit for?
That is strange enough, but I must be careful not to show it!"
And so he praised the cloth he didn't see and assured them how
delighted he was with the beautiful colors and the lovely pattern.
"Yes it's quite charming!" he said to the emperor.
All the people in the city were talking
about the magnificent cloth.
Now the emperor himself wanted to see
it while it was still on the loom. With a whole crowd of hand-picked
men, among them the two harmless old officials who had been there
before, he went to where the two sly charlatans were now weaving
with all their might, but without a stitch or a thread.
"Yes, isn't it magnifique?"
said the two honest officials. "Will your majesty look-what
a pattern, what colors!" And then they pointed to the empty
looms, for they thought that the others were certainly able to
see the cloth.
"What's this?" thought the emperor.
"I don't see anything! Why, this is dreadful! Am I stupid?
Am I not fit to be emperor? This is the most horrible thing that
could happen to me!"
"Oh, it's quite beautiful!"
said the emperor. "It has my highest approval!" And
he nodded contentedly and regarded the empty looms. He didn't
want to say that he couldn't see a thing. The entire company he
had brought with him looked and looked, but they weren't able
to make any more out of it than the others. Yet, like the emperor,
they said, "Oh, it's quite beautiful!" And they advised
him to have clothes made of the magnificent new cloth in time
for the great procession that was forthcoming.
"It is magnifique! Exquisite! Excellent!"
passed from mouth to mouth. And every one of them was so fervently
delighted with it. Upon each of the charlatans the emperor bestowed
a badge of knighthood to hang in his buttonhole, and the tide
of "Weaver-Junker."
All night long, before the morning of
the procession, the charlatans sat up with more than sixteen candles
burning; People could see that they were busy finishing the emperor's
new clothes. They acted as if they were taking the cloth from
the looms, they clipped in the air with big scissors, they sewed
with needles without thread, and at last they said, "See,
now the clothes are ready!"
With his highest gentlemen-in-waiting
the emperor came there himself and both the charlatans lifted
an arm in the air as if they were holding something and said,
"See, here are the knee breeches! Here's the tailcoat! Here's
the cloak!" And so on.
"It's as light as a spider's web!
You'd think you had nothing on, but that's the beauty of it!"
"Yes," said all the gentlemen-in-waiting,
but they couldn't see a thing, for there was nothing there.
"Now, if your majesty would most
graciously consent to take off your clothes," said the charlatans,
"we will help you on with the new ones here in front of the
big mirror"
The emperor took off all his clothes,
and the charlatans acted as if they were handing him each of the
new garments that had supposedly been sewed. And they put their
arms around his waist as if they were tying something on-that
was the train-and the emperor turned and twisted in front of the
mirror.
"Heavens, how well it becomes you!
How splendidly it fits!" they all said. "What a pattern!
What colors! That's a magnificent outfit!"
"They're waiting outside with the
canopy that is to be carried over your majesty in the procession,"
said the chief master of ceremonies.
"Well, I'm ready!" said the
emperor. "Isn't it a nice fit?"
And then he turned around in front of
the mirror just one more time, so it should really look as if
he were regarding his finery.
The gentlemen-in-waiting, who were to
carry the train, fumbled down on the floor with their hands just
as if they were picking up the train. They walked and held their
arms high in the air. They dared not let it appear as if they
couldn't see a thing.
And then the emperor walked in the procession
under the beautiful canopy. And all the people in the street and
at the windows said, "Heavens, how wonderful the emperor's
new clothes are! What a lovely train he has on the robe! What
a marvelous fit!" No one wanted it to appear that he couldn't
see anything, for then of course he would have been unfit for
his position or very stupid. None of the emperor's clothes had
ever been such a success.
"But he doesn't have anything on!"
said a little child.
"Heavens, listen to the innocent's
voice!" said the father, and then the child's words were
whispered from one to another.
"He doesn't have anything on! That's
what a little child is saying-he doesn't have anything on!"
"He doesn't have anything on!"
the whole populace shouted at last. And the emperor shuddered,
for it seemed to him that they were right. But then he thought,
"Now I must go through with the procession." And he
carried himself more proudly than ever, and the gentlemen-in-waiting
carried the train that wasn't there at all.
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