Wonderful fairy Stories in Colour [antikvár]

cH^fiz !r /any years ago there lived an Emperor who was fat and ^„xrl-proud and very vain. All he cared for was new clothes. He did not trouble himself about his country, his army or his people - all he wanted to do was to show off his fine clothes. No one has ever had so many clothes, for this emperor had a suit for every hour of the day. If anyone wanted to see him, his ministers did not say, as they would with other emperors, 'He is in the Council Chamber.' They would always reply, 'He is in his wardrobe.' Life was very gay in the great city where he lived. One day two strangers arrived. They were rogues who called themselves weavers, and they told everyone that they knew how to weave the most beautiful patterns in the world, and make the most beautiful material ever seen. In fact, they said, their clothes were magic, and were invisible to everyone who was unfit for his high office, or who was just stupid. 'Good gracious me!' said everyone who heard this. 'What wonderful cloth!' Of course, as the weavers intended, the Emperor heard about the magic cloth and sent for them to make him more suits. 'If I wear such clothes, I could find out which men in my kingdom are unfit for the offices they hold. I could tell wise men from fools. I must have this cloth this very day!'