“Your father is the god of the sun?” Epaphus asked it back, laughing, and the children standing round laughed with him.
“That is only what your mother told you.” Phaethon could not answer at all, for in truth he had nothing but those words.
That day Phaethon ran into the house, caught hold of the hem of his mother’s robe, and asked. “I will go and hear for myself who my father is.”