Kruger said, "You are right, Carlos. I do not know the customs of this New Granada. But I know a truth that is universal: only a disciplined army decides the fate of a nation. It does not matter how many peasants weep for the Crown or how many merchants whisper of freedom. The moment your army becomes the strongest on this continent, every mouth will fall silent, and every head will bow to you. Power is not granted, Carlos—it is seized with iron."
Carlos frowned deeply. He walked toward Kruger, took a roll of tobacco from the table, and lit it. After a long drag, he said, "You know this isn't what Francisco hopes for New Granada, don't you?"
Kruger shrugged, his eyes glinting with a cold, predatory light."I don't care. I want to give him a nation. And now, seeing the weakness of Spain, I know this is the perfect time.
