Heavens forfend — a tweet? ‘Tis what a bird does in the forest, before the huntsmen – and Eleanor herself — ride in with the hounds and with the falcons, ready to swoop down on the unsuspecting bird or duck. Nay, Eleanor is quite happy with her parchment and quill pen and a messenger to carry her missive to whomever she pleases. Besides, what she does write might not be for all to know, and would send many a-twitter. Tweet, indeed!