Léon took the papers, looking over them briefly, satisfying himself that there was no imminent war to take place between Britain and France. He superiors, the Commitee, had bid him discover the plans of the English government before such information was released, and he had done so. He would send a message that afternoon, once his scribes had finished copying out the document.
"I know, Nell. You are a good boy, not a thief. But today you have saved the lives of many many people. You, my dear petit espion, are a secret hero." He said with a smile, moving from the seat they shared to the door which opened onto his secretaries office. "Ayez ceci copié et traduit immédiatement. Je le veux ai envoyé en France sur la marée de soir." He ordered, before shutting the door again and return to Nell's side.
"You know I would not have you do such a thing unless there was no other alternative, Nell. Do not think I asked you lightly." He said, taking the boy's hand. "I do not want you uncomfortable, or to feel I take advantage of you."