"The problem was never autonomy," Carlos said at last, his voice measured, though firm. "In general, the indigenous are a good people—at least, the greater part of them. Granting them some degree of control over their lands is no great difficulty. The Spanish themselves have long allowed it."
He paused briefly, as if weighing the thought before continuing.
"The true problem is annexation. They do not wish to become part of other nations. For that reason, they strive to avoid dependence on us—whether for resources or even for food. They may accept, in name, to fall under a government's authority, but they resist becoming one with it."
Amelia inclined her head slightly. "I understand. Many among them have taught us valuable knowledge. Even my father learned much of New Granada from them." Her expression softened, touched by memory. "Some of the gold mines in Antioquia were discovered through their guidance."
Carlos nodded, though his gaze remained distant.
