Confused, Geoffrey stared at the mannequin before him. He took in no fine gold; he could see no decadent shoulder pads; and he definitely did not see any bold magenta, royal blue, or beaming sunlight gold. All Geoffrey saw was an unclothed mannequin.
“Of course, you do see the fine outfit for tomorrow’s procession. Don’t you?” asked the first.
“The magical fabric allows only the WISEST of men to see it,” replied the second.
“You are wise, are you not?” again, asked the first.
“I surely am,” Geoffrey replied. “The outfit is the finest I have ever seen. I shall inform the emperor immediately,” he continued – for he did not want the entire empire to think him a fool.
