I can't resist quoting Sondheim's lyrics to "There Won't Be Trumpets" here, since we're all talking about "dashing" heroic types:
"There are heroes in the world,
Princes are heroes in the world,
And one of them will save us.
Wait and see!
Wait and see!
There won't be trumpets or bolts of fire
To say he's coming.
No Roman candles, no angels' choir,
No sound of distant drumming.
He may not be the cavalier,
Tall and graceful, fair and strong.
Doesn't matter, just as long as he comes along!
But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor.
He may be daring, he may be dashing,
Or maybe he's a farmer.
We can wait, what's another day?
He has lots of hills to climb.
And a hero
Doesn't come till the nick of time!
Don't look for trumpets or whistles tooting
To guarantee him!
There won't be trumpets, but sure as shooting
You'll know him when you see him!"
Sondheim's right: the real hero doesn't have to be a dashing cavalier to save the day.
"Sweet summer evenings, hot wine and bread /
Sharing your supper, sharing your bed /
Simple joys have a simple voice:
It says why not go ahead?"