He leaned back and closed his eyes, inutterably weary. "Send him. Later. I'll sleep now. Too sick to fight. Send him up later, the Blackfish... "
Catelyn kissed him gently, smoothed his hair, and left him there in the shade of his keep, with his rivers flowing beneath. He was asleep before she left the solar.
When she returned to the lower bailey, Sir Brynden Tully stood on the water stairs with wet boots, talking with the captain of Riverrun's guards. He came to her at once. "Is he..."
Dying, she said. "As we feared."
Her uncle's craggy face showed his pain plain. He ran his fingers through his thick grey hair. "Will he see me?"
She nodded. "He says he is too sick to fight."
Brynden Blackfish chuckled. "I am too old a soldier to believe that. Hoster will be chiding me about the Redwyne girl even as we light his funeral pyre, damn his bones."
Catelyn smiled, knowing it was true. "I do not see Robb."
He went with Greyjoy to the hall, I believe.