Who will be the new Horatius at the Bridge?

And still his name sounds stirring
Unto the men of Rome,
As the trumpet-blast that cries to them
To charge the Volscian home;
And wives still pray to Juno
For boys with hearts as bold
As his who kept the bridge so well
In the brave days of old.
And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north-winds blow,
And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow;
When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest’s din,
And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within;
When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And the kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close;
When the girls are weaving baskets,
And the lads are shaping bows;
When the goodman mends his armor,
And trims his helmet’s plume;
When the goodwife’s shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old. https://www.bartleby.com/360/7/158.html Invisibilium within The Prelature is that man whose puissant possession of Tradition is such that it could be applied as a force against Our Inertia Into Indifference but even now, in the silent darkness of night, maybe The Holy Ghost is inspiring a Bishop or a Cardinal who will ally with other Prelates to stand at the bridge and repel the Masonic Invasion of The Vatican and forever after have his name enshrined in memory's lore as the one who stopped the Masonic evil by accusing the Pope of the crime of heresy and if he refuses to repent and profess the Faith publicly will be declared as having forfeited his office and a new conclave opened to elect a Catholic Pope.