His friends are two dragons and a griffin, looking and disporting themselves like the denizens of an early Ungerer picture book. Insouciant is the word for the king too, passing through the castle halls flanked by the dragons and surmounted by the flying griffin, admiring the heraldic designs with which they adorn each doorway. The four sleep together, frolic together, stuff themselves with chestnuts and recover together. . . until they spot a stampeding herd of unicorns heading for a cliff and ingeniously contrive a barricade. ""The king had it hung over the mantelpiece to remind them of their adventure. From then on, the castle was a lively place, for there were always some unicorns visiting the king and his friends."" You come too.