At the end of the great hall on a throne of shimmering
jewels sat a man crowned with pure radiant light. Near the dazzling
throne stood the four seasons. The beautiful Spring played at his
feet, covered in flowers that were woven into her hair. Summer stood
next to him wearing emerald green and holding sheaves of golden
grain. Nearby was Autumn in a robe of red, yellow and orange leaves,
holding freshly harvested grapes with hands and feet stained purple
from stamping grapes for wine. To the side, away from the others
stood Winter, bent and old with blue hair and icicles for beard.
The man on the throne looked down at Phaethon and
asked, "Why have you come to the ends of the earth my son?"
"Are you the great Apollo?" the boy replied. The Sun-god
smiled and nodded. "Are you my father?" Apollo nodded
again. "I have come to prove that you are truly my father,"
the boy challenged. "I am your father," Apollo said gently.
"Ask me for whatever it is that you wish and I will give it
Without hesitation, the boy replied,
"I want to drive your chariot for the day."