Armchair dreaming in front of the fire is a lovely activity that I highly recommend.
Chivalry echoes deep throughout the ages, and these days is lost in the tumultuous banality of everyday life, but forever resides in quaint volumes waiting to be rediscovered by empathetic souls.
As a boy, I found the above old Saturday Evening Post at the bottom of a stack of meaningless ephemera, in a book shop. Then later that same day, in a different store, I found the quaint 1895 volume below tucked in a dark corner just waiting to be rediscovered—not identical to Rockwell's rendering of the book, but close enough to spark my youthful sense of wonder.
Such were the days of my youth.