The serpent in Eden must have seemed so, Harry thinks the first time he meets the Queen of France; and not even the satisfaction of having her can dim his awe. Not, for that matter, his awareness of the many uses to which that poisonous tongue of hers might be put to.
And yet--Eleanor holds out a piece of apple to him and smiles (by which he gathers she's secreted the knife somewhere in her skirts), and dazzled as ever, Henry takes it.