There seemed no face within the cowl, only a black emptiness, and the notion sprang irresistibly to Dietrich's mind that this was Death, now these dozen years overdue, treading a weary mountain trail in search of him. Then a flash of white showed within the shadow and Dietrich realized that it was only the angle of the sun that had made that hood seem so empty.

Chapter XVIII (p. 323) - Eifelheim (2006)