He was angry because he was suspicious, and suspicion always fuelled the rage constantly swirling just below his surface. But more than that, he was angry at being angry. Things had been starting to go their way; there was artistry in Harry's demolition of the Hengest Camp, and he thoroughly enjoyed his interrogation of Terry Boot. And the freeing of the wretched souls imprisoned at Hengest had been a such an uplifting experience that Harry had actually allowed himself to enjoy the role of Great Liberator, that they had bestowed upon him just a few days ago, when he paid a visit to the ever-expanding village of escapees that was blossoming on his estate.