Everybody in the whole town knew what a wonderful power the cloth had , and they were all curious to see how bad or how stupid their neighbour was . ' I will send my old and honoured minister to the weavers , ' thought the Emperor . ` He can judge best what the cloth is like , for he has intellect , and no one understands his office better than he . ' Now the good old minister went into the hall where the two impostors sat working at the empty weaving-looms . ` Dear me ! ' thought the old minister , opening his eyes wide , ' I can see nothing ! ' But he did not say so . Both the impostors begged him to be so kind as to step closer , and asked him if it were not a beautiful texture and lovely colours . They pointed to the empty loom , and the poor old minister went forward rubbing his eyes ; but he could see nothing , for there was nothing there . ` Dear , dear ! ' thought he , ` can I be stupid ? I have never thought that , and nobody must know it ! Can I be not fit for my office ? No , I must certainly not say that I can not see the cloth ! ' ` Have you nothing to say about it ? ' asked one of the men who was weaving . ` Oh , it is lovely , most lovely ! ' answered the old minister , looking through his spectacles . ` What a texture ! What colours !
Yes , I will tell the Emperor XXXXX it pleases me very much . '
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