Many years zamani there lived an Emperor who was so fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them. He had a different kanzu, koti for every saa of the day, and it was always said, “The Emperor is in his dressing room.”
In the large city where he lived, visitors arrived every day. One siku there came two impostors pretending to be weavers who knew the secret of weaving the most beautiful fabrics that could be imagined. Not only were the colors and designs supposed to be uncommonly beautiful, but the fabric was supposed to possess the wonderful quality of being invisible to anyone who was...
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