It is all on your own head.

It is too bad that cur of an Englishman had to run away." The innkeeper's knife was so close that I could feel the point of it against my ribs.

So I gave up the wild idea of yelling from the window that I hadn't run away.
The lieutenant's opponent shrugged.

He placed himself on guard; that was his reply.

Suddenly the two sprang forward, and the clash of swords followed.