Railing drank from the skin, long deep swallows. He could feel the burn of the ale going down, restoring his heart rate and giving him fresh life. He moved his arms and legs experimentally. No damage. “Help me up.”

Redden lifted him to a sitting position and then to his feet. He was achy and battered, but no bones were broken and there were no external signs of any injuries. Railing took a deep breath, exhaled, twisted his shoulders, and stretched.

“I think I’m all right.” He said it incredulously, not sure why it was so. “It was the wishsong, Red. That’s what saved me. I was feeding the magic into the crystals, but when I lost control of the Sprint, I used it to protect myself. Sort of wrapped it around me like a cushion. It worked!”

“All of which means that you can overlook the fact that you wrecked your Sprint and gave me heart failure, I suppose,” his brother snapped.

Railing glanced at the remains of his flying ship and shook his head. They would have to rebuild it entirely. Or maybe he would. Redden might make him do it alone since he was responsible for wrecking it.

“No, it was my fault,” he said. “I caused it, so I have to fix it.”

Redden put his arm around Railing’s shoulders. “Not likely. Not while I’m your brother. You couldn’t do it without me anyway. Come on, let’s take out the crystals and fly my Sprint back to the shed.”

They removed the diapson crystals from the parse tubes of the wrecked Sprint and stuffed them in the back of the second Sprint’s cockpit. They could not afford to leave the crystals. Anyone finding the remains of the Sprint would steal them at once and sell them on the black market. Everything else could be replaced from their stores. With a final glance back at the wreckage, the brothers climbed aboard the remaining Sprint, sitting up in the cockpit now, Railing in back, his brother in front. Redden engaged the thruster levers, and the Sprint lifted out of the Shredder, turned east, and headed for home.

“We’ll have to try that again,” Redden said over his shoulder. “Using the wishsong, I mean. But next time I get to be in the lead.”

Railing nodded vaguely, recalling momentarily the terror he had experienced during the crash and then just as quickly dismissing it. Still, he wondered that neither one of them could seem to learn to leave well enough alone.