100 Words

Sir Bedevere knocked on yet another door, hoping it was the last.
“Hello?” a young girl answered, strangely dressed even for this strange decade.
“Good morrow, madam,” said Sir Bedevere, “May I speak with the man of the house?”
“There’s only one man in this house,” she said with amusement, “and he’s not exactly the kind you seek.”
“I would speak with him anon, an’ it please you.”
“Alright then,” she said, grinning snidely. She called, “Bedevere!” and a little mopsy dog came bounding to her side.
“We named him after the Monty Python character,” the girl explained.
“I see.”