He might call for help.
He marvelled as the thought occurred to him that the clatter of their blades had not drawn his servants from their quarters.

Fencing still, he raised his voice: "Ho, there! John, Stephen!" "Spare your breath," growled the knight.

"I dare swear you'll have need of it.

None will hear you, call as you will.

I gave your four henchmen a flagon of wine wherein to drink to my safe journey hence.