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Importance Of Quality Assurance In Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar Production

In the world of manufacturing, precision and quality control are non-negotiable. Every industry, from automotive to aerospace, relies on materials that meet strict standards to ensure the safety and performance of their products. One such critical component in this vast ecosystem is the Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, a hidden gem that plays a vital role in various applications.

In this blog, we will delve into the world of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, exploring its significance and the measures that ensure it meets industry standards.

The Marvel of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar

Before we dive into the intricacies of quality assurance, let's understand what Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar is and why it holds a unique place in manufacturing.

Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar is a specialized steel bar with a distinct shape, which sets it apart from conventional round or square bars. This bar is crafted through a meticulous cold drawing process that imparts a smooth and glossy surface finish, free from any imperfections.

The oval shape itself offers benefits in terms of improved strength-to-weight ratio and enhanced surface contact, which is particularly useful in applications where this bar is employed. It's fascinating how a seemingly simple alteration in shape can make such a significant difference in performance.

The Critical Role of Quality Assurance

In manufacturing, the importance of quality assurance cannot be overstated. For Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, quality assurance is the linchpin that ensures it meets the rigorous demands of different industries. Let's explore some key aspects of quality assurance that are pivotal in this context:

●      Material Selection

The foundation of quality assurance starts with selecting the right raw materials. High-quality steel is the primary ingredient, and it's essential to ensure that it meets the required specifications. The chemical composition and metallurgical properties of the steel play a crucial role in determining the final product's quality.

●      Cold Drawing Process

The cold drawing process is where the transformation from regular steel to Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar occurs. Quality assurance checks are incorporated at every step to maintain precise dimensions, exceptional surface finish, and uniform mechanical properties.

●      Dimensional Accuracy

Precision is paramount when it comes to Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar. This bar must conform to specific dimensional tolerances to meet industry standards. Rigorous testing and inspection protocols are in place to verify these crucial measurements.

●      Surface Finish

The "bright" in Bright Bar refers to the smooth and polished surface finish. Achieving this finish requires careful handling and protective coatings to prevent any blemishes. Quality assurance ensures that the bar remains free from defects or irregularities on the surface.

●      Straightness and Consistency

In many applications, straightness is essential to ensure proper functioning. Quality assurance includes checks for straightness and consistency throughout the length of the bar.

The Essence of Quality Assurance in Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar

At its core, quality assurance is about consistency and reliability. Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, manufactured with precision and subjected to rigorous quality checks, epitomises these values. It serves as a testament to the dedication and commitment of the manufacturers to meet and exceed industry standards.

The expertise of the manufacturer, combined with cutting-edge technology and adherence to strict quality control processes, ensures that Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar consistently meets the demands of various industries. The meticulous approach to quality assurance helps prevent potential issues, reduces downtime, and contributes to the overall efficiency of the manufacturing processes where this bar is employed.

The Bottom Line

Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar is a prime example of how attention to detail and a commitment to quality can elevate a seemingly ordinary product to a level of extraordinary utility. This bar, crafted to meet industry standards through rigorous quality assurance, is indispensable in a wide range of applications, making it an unsung hero in the world of manufacturing.

Matta Drawing Works, a name synonymous with precision and quality, understands the critical role of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar in various industries. When it comes to Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, you can trust Matta Drawing Works to provide the excellence that your projects demand.

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Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are geometrically in precise shape and have tight dimensional tolerance. Its surface finish is smooth and shiny, that appears to be bright. Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars have several uses and applications. As the name states, they are available in an oval shape, with different sizes and cuts.

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Our manufacturing unit has facilities such as testing the materials, straightness conformity, cutting the bars according to a particular size, proper test certificates, coil-to-coil drawing, grinding, weight accuracy, accurate documentation, and prompt deliveries. We undergo various quality checks during each step of production and the storage is done properly to ensure the delivery of the finest quality goods. Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are used in below stated sectors and industries:

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●       Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are used in manufacturing gears, bearings, and hinges.

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The Bottom Line

Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar are massively used in producing mechanical parts owing to their paramount properties in mechanical and dimensional fields. These bars can be effectively fabricated into any other customized shape, as per the demand of clients.

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Chapter 6. Urai Knight and the Tale of Dragon Bracelets

When we returned from a walk, which we really needed to digest the ice-cream cake we had stuffed ourselves with, the conference room had merged into semidarkness. Tin-Tin had been fumbling for a switch on the wall for several seconds, all in vain, and then, more to explain his failure, he mouthed, “It’s strange but the wall has become coarse… And the switch has vanished...”

Our legs sunk in sand and we stumbled on cobblestones. We were still crowding near the entrance, not venturing to move across the room, when suddenly the room was illuminated. Everyone gasped with surprise and astonishment. The bright stars, shining through the rare pink clouds in a saturated orange sky, were illuminating the walls of the room, which were studded with sparkling rubies, sapphires and diamonds. What we took for sand turned out to be golden dust and coins, and the stuff we were stumbling on were plates and goblets, helmets and shields, swords and other armour, all made of gold.

Then a man separated from the wall and said in a subdued voice, “Please, take your seats, and we will start the class…”

There were two rows of desks in the room and, while everyone got seated, I took a good look at the new tutor. He was tall and thin and his black shirt and trousers matched his raven-black hair. He had distinctive features – his eyes were of a soft luminous amber colour, lighting up his face. I'd never seen anything like that before. But I also noted that his oval face with its sunken cheeks and hooked nose looked emaciated.

After everyone had taken their seats and the gasps of delight calmed down, he began. “My name is Urai Knight, I am the Manager of the Gevellin department and today we will start the Magic fundamentals course with you.”

“The Gevellin department works as a consultancy on the return of lost or stolen artefacts and removing curses from them. By the way, by artefacts we mean jewels or simple objects, endowed with the magic power.”

He looked up at the class, “It is better to study by example, so we will find examples right now.” He swept along the rows, “some of you may possess artefacts in the form of jewellery, which you wear as amulets…”

Vlad, sitting near Camilla at the first desk, cut in, “I wear a snake fangs necklace. Mum says it protects me from evil spirits...”

“I suppose it won’t protect you from anything.” Urai passed the second desk, skipping both the multitude of silver chains hanging down from Letisia’s neck and sparkling with bright gems, fixed at different distances from each other, like planets are fixed in their orbits, and Gui’s fingers, each adorned with precious stone rings.

Once Urai had turned his back on them, Gui leant over his desk, craning his neck to keep in view Urai’s departing figure, and hastily whispered to Camilla, “In September the whole office will go on retreat to Bodrum – ”

Vlad and Camilla spoke at the same time: Vlad asked, “Bodrum? Where is it?” Camilla asked, “The whole office?”

Letisia started giggling foolishly, while Gui tried to answer both of them simultaneously, “It’s located 200 miles to the west of Antalya. All employees, consultants and staff from the London office are invited, except –”

Letisia’s face acquired a more intelligent expression and she asked, “What is a retreat?”

Vlad, Camilla and Gui looked at her, amazed. Camilla waved her away, “A yearly outing. To unwind.”

Gui added, “The company takes employees all over the world to chill out, enjoy the scenery, and build genuine friendships outside the office.”

“Really?” Letisia looked positively shocked.

“Yeah,” Gui clearly savoured the details, “I’ve heard, last year it was a deep-sea fishing expedition. The last night, they all gathered for the final feast with an open bar. And people said there were such wild dances that night that the creatures of the sea, drawn by the music, leapt onshore and also began to dance. And by midnight the shore was thick with oysters clacking their shells like castanets, crabs spinning on their claws, and shrimp beating time with their tails. And all manner of fish were jumping and plunging about to the music.”

Letisia giggled again, “I suppose that soon tables were laden with oysters, shrimp and crabs!”

Camilla waved her off as a nagging fly and asked Gui, “And what will happen in Bodrum?”

“It’s even difficult to imagine! The east half of the town has a long beach. Behind the beach are all the bars, restaurants, and night clubs.”

“Typical of Mediterranean resort towns,” Vlad smacked his lips.

“In the west half of the town the life revolves around a Yacht Club with shops catering mainly to those who have stepped off their boats.”

“Oh, I remember, Bodrum Castle is located on a rock between two harbours that separates both sides,” Camilla remarked pensively, “so, you haven’t finished what you were saying – all the employees are invited, except whom?”

“Ah, all except us!”

“Us??” Camilla and Vlad exclaimed in a chorus.

“The Managers decided we can’t be distracted from our studies!”

“Wha —?”

Before this precise moment, I was silently straining my ears in order not to miss their conversation, but at their genuine indignation I giggled like Letisia, and as they all stared at me, I said in a subdued voice, “Hey, swelled turkey-cocks, somebody has forgotten to invite you to the biggest party of the year? You can start sobbing right now or wait until tonight to cry into your pillows?” Everybody sniggered heartily. I turned my head back – Urai seemed to still be busy examining the prettiest rose bud, carved out of the yellow opaque amber, dandling at the green chiffon ribbon at Guiselle’s breast.

“Bang!” a spitball struck me right in the forehead – Vlad was rubbing his hands, a malicious smile on his lips.

“That’s it, it’s war,” whispered Tin-Tin.

Gui squeaked, “I thought we could ask Jess to get invitations, at least for us. Her father is close to–”

But his words were buried under the waves of spitballs our two camps were exchanging. Then something cold and heavy hit me. Jess! She was pelting us with snowballs she had taken out of her sleeve. Soon we were sitting in a snowdrift. But we were spared dishonourable capitulation by Urai who passed Ernie and Melwin, sitting at the last desk, and turned to Tin-Tin and Max, sitting across the passage. Before Urai could notice the snowdrift and hills of spitballs, all this stuff melted in the air. We all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nothing, nothing…,” Urai’s gaze finally rested on me. He pierced me with his burning amber eyes for approximately a minute, when suddenly he shifted his look… I followed his gaze, which rested on my neighbour’s neck, adorned with a fascinating necklace of black roses. “Black silver… No power, still fails slightly to be perfect…,” he snapped his fingers and – blue topaz roses alternated with the black ones. Urai conjured a hand mirror set in gold from the air and held it out to Diana, “It perfectly matches your eyes…”

Diana looked at her reflection and gasped with astonishment, but Urai had already turned away from her and approached the second desk, occupied by Leda and Leslie. The corner of his lips twitched. “Mmm, Leda Winegrain, I suppose. And this peculiar ring with two stones is your Mum’s gift, I guess,” he said, looking at the golden ring with two emeralds on her finger. “You are right,” a smile lit up Leda’s face. Leslie fidgeted in its blaze. For a second, Urai and Leda were staring into each other's eyes, then Urai said, “Well, I hope you will use it wisely,”

Not willing to observe the scene, I turned to my jolly neighbour, “Diana, where do you live?”

“My parents have bought me a two-bedroom apartment in London,” she answered in the most natural way.

Pressed down with envy, I gulped a lump in my throat and looked at Urai again. He stroked Leda’s tiny butterfly-shaped golden earrings with his greedy gaze and went ahead, to the first desk, occupied by Jessamine Gevellin and Laska Valentine. His glance fell at her simple iron ring. And then at once several things occurred. His pale face turned greyish and his eyes lit with a yellow flame. Black smoke whirled around the iron ring, making Jessamine squeal, “What you are doing, you…” Not having finished the sentence, aimed to indicate, who Urai in reality was, she dragged the ring from her finger and threw it onto the desk.

Though Urai was swift to put his hands behind his back, we saw that a simple golden ring on his finger started emitting white light in the form of a tiny disk of pure energy.

Then, simultaneously, the smoke and white light vanished. “The twin rings,” gasped Tin-Tin. “It is simply coincidence,” whispered Diana in reply.

Urai and Jessamine’s faces both twitched, hers – with rage, his – with hatred. A slight burn could be discerned on Urai’s finger, but still he showed no sign of pain. In an insinuating, catlike voice he asked Iceeye, pointing at the ring lying on the desk, “It looks like you are not in great need of this ring… So maybe I may take it for training purposes?”

Looking insulted, Jessamine answered with her most arrogant air, “Certainly, not. This is the property of the Gevellin family. My Mum gave it to me.”

“Avril Dayle,” Urai was more stating a fact, than asking a question.

“She is Avril Gevellin, Dayle is her maiden name,” Jessamine corrected him soberly. It was painful to look at Urai, so humiliated did he feel. “And my name is Jessamine Gevellin, but friends call me Jess…” she was calming down gradually, as the danger had gone and the smoke cleared away.

“I don’t care, what your name is,” Urai turned to her with a straight back.

“And will you care if I invite you to our manor for the celebration of my Dad’s purchase of an ancient golden locket?”

He froze for a moment, then paced further, having not replied.

“I’ve heard consultants call him Night Knight,” whispered Diana, following his back with her eyes.

“Whom?” wondered Tin-Tin.

“Urai,” Diana gave him a caustic look.

“And why?” Tin-Tin’s eyes became round.

“Maybe he is a sleepwalker?”

“Or adores working long hours?”

“Or hangs around in night clubs?”

“Or maybe he is so old that he fought in the Crusades?” Diana shrugged her shoulders.

Tin-Tin and I exchanged looks, clearly indicating this hypothesis was insane.

“And maybe, Diana,” Max yawned, “you just got stuck with him?” And immediately he snatched a silver helmet from the sandy floor and put it on so that Diana couldn’t hit him.

Meanwhile, with his gaze lingering on the faces of all those present, Urai said, “Well, it’s strange, but I hadn’t found any suitable artefact for training purposes among your ‘toys’… Then – ”

“And I have Dragon bracelets,” intervened Bastian, holding forth his arms with string-shaped golden bracelets, tinkling on his wrists, “Dad says it helps against Dragons.”

“Nothing helps against Dragons. But you got hold of the wrong end of the stick, having heard only bits and pieces of legends about the Dragons. Unverified information is evil in consultancy work. Okay, the topic is chosen, today’s class will be devoted to Dragons.”

With the wave of his hand he removed the back wall and … golden sand bordered green grass, and orange sky overflowed to dark blue one, bright stars twinkling in it.

“Come along,” said Urai and stepped on the grass. Everyone stood up and went to him. Standing on the velvety grass, I looked back – our precious chamber vanished and we were in open country.

“Where we are?” piped Bastian.

“This is the land of the Gwinedd Kingdom,” replied Urai, “If you don’t want to get cold, collect dry heather nearby…”

Soon the tongues of the fire licked the twigs with pieces of lamb, we were holding in our hands, sitting in the circle near the fire. Nobody could guess where Urai had got the food, and having ascertained that not one of us would starve, Urai started his tale.

 The Tale of Dragon Bracelets

 The incredible events that I want to tell you about, have been treated for a long time in the way, it was convenient for the interpreters to speculate on it. The story has been embroidered with new guesswork and then at last people could not tell the truth from the fable anymore and were lost in guesses, what has actually happened.

The time came for me to break my silence. I became an involuntary participant in these events and I want to tell you the true story as it unfolded before my eyes…

I was lying under the pellucid veil of dark-blue heaven. The sky was so low that it merely touched my face. It was a warm midsummer night with violet air so dense that it could be eaten, not breathed. The night was full of quiet rustling, sonorous chirr and rich singing. All day long I had been herding longhaired sheep on the grassy downs, scrambling my way along rocky paths. Now the sheep were sleeping in the steep meadow and I was lying in the grass carpet, the herbs tickling my face caressingly.

My fatigue and the torrid heat of the long summer day departed, subjecting me to the coolness and the slightest whiffs of the fresh night air. The long night and overall the whole life and the sheer Eternity were ahead of me. Such nights evoke reveries and call up dreams. And I was ready to fly away to the Fairyland of dreams on the wide velvet black wings of the Night, when suddenly a strange bright light appeared out of the corner of my eye.

The sky was clear that night, no cloud dared to obscure the newly-born crescent. Was it a shooting star? I raised slightly up, ready to make a wish and peered into the black vault of heaven – a blazing dot was rushing in the sky over the rocks, growing larger and brighter with every yard of its flight and soon its outlines loomed in the distance, taking the shape of a strange bird with an enormous wingspan that was ablaze.

But when it passed at great speed a hundred yards from me, its triangular outstretched wings cutting the air with a whistle, golden scales radiating heat and light and fire coiling in its fiery mouth, I clung fast to the grass, numb with fear, as the creature that I had supposed to be the firebird was none other than a great winged lizard aloft on the wind.

It went forth to the cold grey sea and, having reached the Сastle, set on the edge of the precipice overlooking the sea, vanished above it, having scattered into fiery sparks, which extinguished with hissing when they touched the ground at the end of their fiery flight. And then darkness fell again on the land of Gwynedd.

Scared and appalled by the sight of the lustrous monster, I recollected how often sheep disappeared from the herd in mysterious circumstances and all the tales and gossip about countless treasures of Llywelyn, the King, as it was he, who lived in the Castle with his wife and little son. People said that Llywelyn bathed in gold and his Treasury was a dome, hewn in the rock, piled high with gold and precious stones.

Then I could guess that the reason for his incalculable wealth was the Dragon, a loyal servant, who faithfully brought stolen gold to its master. I wondered what flagrant wickedness Llywelyn committed to repay the Dragon for his service? And had he ever repented? Full of dread, I rejoiced that I would never face the evil and wickedness in the Castle.

But this was not meant to be, as the Fates intervened in my life in the face of the Head of the Royal Guard, who showed up at the doorstep of my Father’s hut. “By order of the King! A hundred recruits will be conscripted to the Royal Guard today!”

I barely kissed my Mother and embraced my Father when I was kicked into the cart to join the other unfortunate wretches. We were taken away from our homes and dumped in the foreign Castle.

As we drove, we found plenty to talk about, and upon approaching the Castle, we gazed at its high walls with four towers, reaching high into the sky, facing the four corners of the Earth, and piercing the faintest clouds, sprinting to the West, with its points. The royal banners were waving freely in the breeze on their flagstaffs, reflecting themselves in the cool sparkling waters, running across the hill the Castle occupied, which was green as green could be the Eternal Spring.

Watchmen were looking out over the country through the narrow slits in the battlements, touched with the glorious light of the morning sun, to report the arrival of foreigners. Having noticed us, they shouted and cheered and pounded the stone floor of the Castle with their pikes to greet us.

Thus, my life in the Castle began. From dawn to dusk we were marched in rows across the cobbled courtyard to the sound of the voice of the Head of the Guards bellowing orders of the drill. We shot swift arrows at targets, fastened to hayricks, and leart how to fight with bright swords and sharp lances. But in my thoughts I was far away, wandering the grassy slopes of the mountains under the boundless sky, the bellies of clouds hanging right above me and listening to my slow talk to the sheep…

I sat at the cracked stone slabs, leaning my back against the cold stone wall. The night shift of the watchmen had just arrived to relive me, but there was no sleep in me and I stayed there, sitting near the brazier. I stretched my frozen fingers to the fire, warming myself.

“Bound here till midnight… Nasty business… I wish I slept in a soft bed now and was not stood here in the draught, chilly winds blowing through me…,” grumbled Joe into his beard, looking out through the slit, “pitch darkness… I guess, the Dragon himself would not make out the tip of its tail in such a murk.”

“Shut up, Joe,” snapped his lanky companion, “Do you want to bring us bad luck? We will all get into trouble if you invite the monster with your profane abuse.”

“And have you ever seen the Dragon near the Castle?” I threw out a feeler, not wishing to talk about my own experience, for fear of being labelled a blabbermouth.

The lanky guy, whose name was Snella, cast a gloomy glance at me and said in a hushed voice, “Look, Ordeah, let me choose the right words here – if you have any sense at all, you would not twaddle on about Dragons at every corner. Llywelyn takes it personally. The ancient legend says, some relationship (at the word “relationship” he lowered his voice to whisper) binds the royal family with the Dragons and that very long ago Llywelyn’s forefather did a favour to the Dragon and in return the Dragon promised to come to his or his heir’s aid should they ever find himself in mortal danger, either being overrun in a battle or starving to death. And in the end, the Dragon reassured him that as soon as he would be summoned, help would come and relief would be certain. Therefore, a golden-red Dragon is embroidered on the royal banners in silk – as he is the King’s patron.”

“And what favour did Llywelyn’s ancestor to the Dragon?” I inquired, casting a suspicious look at Snella.

“The old man didn’t bother to share this information with us, lad!” and they burst out laughing. When Snella recovered his breath he said, “These are only legends, lad! Do you really believe all these old wives' tales? The last thing we all need is a living Dragon! Bless us!”

I smiled at them, wondering deep down what on Earth was the King’s patron doing above the Castle, when I had seen him, as we were neither at war with anybody nor starving. A courtesy visit to enquire after Llywelyn’s health? Patrolling the territory to prevent armed attacks?

Busy with day-to-day duties, I soon began to forget my concerns about Dragons, as our service in the Guard was ordinary and routine.

Many times I got to see King Llywelyn. He was a stout red-haired man of medium height, thickset, with shoulders so broad that this was at once arresting the eyes of those, who faced him for the first time, and so strong that he could lift the bull into the air!

His wife, a fragile blond with enormous sky blue eyes, meek as those of a doe, was almost invisible in the Castle. But their son was a real imp, growing strong and courageous. Not once had we took him off from the turret where he perched himself as a cat and then dangled, uttering terrible cries that he would fall, and when brought to the ground, asking every one of us personally not to tell his father…

Once during my shift at the doors of the Prince’s bedchamber, I overheard his conversation with the King. I did not give any special attention to what I heard, but much later their words, having been reconsidered, shed light on many of the subsequent events.

“Papa, teach me how to …,” the excited voice of the boy broke and I didn’t catch the end of the phrase. “I am not sure you need this, Lerroy,” Llywelyn’s voice was coaxing, mild.

“But you cannot! You do not dare! You are not the only one! You can’t usurp the right…,” the prince’s voice rang with tears.

“You forget yourself, Prince! I will take the decision about your learning myself and you will obey it,” rose metallic notes in the King’s voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” whispered the boy. And the King left the chamber, without saying goodnight. When he passed me he clenched his fists so tight that his nails tore into his palms.

Still, the life in the Castle was peaceful and calm… until the night came that turned my life around…

I was keeping watch at the Treasury doors. The chimes struck twelve. Fighting drowsiness, I was peering into the darkness, edged with the dim ruddy light of solemn torches. Time hung heavy, endlessly. More than once I had been sinking into a doze, when at last a dull and subdued “Donn!” broke upon my ears, making me wake up with a start – the chimes struck “one”.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on the setting, looking around attentively. Everything was quiet. Then suddenly a metallic “clank!” sounded from behind the Treasury doors!

Frightened that somebody must have stolen past me to the Treasury while I dozed, I bent and peeped into the keyhole … and then I became stupefied with terror and amazement… or maybe with amazement and terror. The red rock was towering in the cave, filling all the empty space with itself. With brilliant, shimmering gold colour, emitting golden glow… I could take a good look at the glossy jagged scales of an old acquaintance of mine – the Dragon!

The monstrous creature was bathing in the gold. Everything was blazing with unbearable heat, the gold was melting and the yellow-hot rivers of molten metal flowed along the golden hills. The Dragon tumbled on his back and started rolling on the gold like a foal, showing his pale undersides and inner thighs. Soon he was crusted with the scorching gold and precious stones as the gems glued to the molten substance. Turning right and left, the Dragon admired himself in the lake of molten gold underneath.

Then, he suddenly rolled over, helping himself up with his massive coiled tail, stood on all four legs, and his slanting golden eyes stared straight into my eyes. I was caught and before I dissolved in his oily gaze, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Dragon! Help! Dragon!”

In an instant glow went out and the Treasury was submerged into darkness. Still, I knew he was there, hiding in the dark, and, having drawn myself up, I went on screaming, “Help! Dragon! He’s robbing the Treasury!”

To my screams, a dozen guards came running from the corner, puffing and panting and jolting their pikes. I rushed to the Head of the Guards, waving my arms and pointing back at the Treasury door, and crying, “There… the Dragon… in the Treasury, open the door! Quick, or he will run away with the help of his magic!” Tor, taken aback and confused, tried to calm me, when Llywelyn himself appeared from around the corner, dressed in leather trousers and a white short sleeveless shirt, “What's going on here? Who has caused this clamour?”

“Ordeah said he has seen the Dragon in the Treasury…” mumbled Tor, evidently not believing in what he was saying. “In the Treasury?” returned Llywelyn in a strange voice.

Taking no heed of possible accusations of peeking, I gibbered in haste, “Aye, I heard some noise and peeped through the keyhole! There he was! An enormous Dragon! If we delay, he will flee!”

“We should check his words, my Lord,” intervened Tor. Possibly, he took pity on me. There was a short pause. And then Llywelyn took out from under his shirt a small silver key hanging on a silver chain.

Following his movement, I glanced at his arms, bare, as his short shirt lacked sleeves, and noted that he wore golden bracelets on his wrists. However, a closer look revealed that these were not bracelets but golden strings, ingrown into the skin on his wrists! In great amazement I was staring at golden curlicues, flourishing upwards from the golden rings on his wrists to the crease of his elbow, resembling some fantastic floral tattoo…

Meanwhile, he put the key into the keyhole and turned. The door opened noiselessly. A dry, hot, stale air oozed to the gallery from the darkness, having been loosed. With lit torches, Llywelyn and Tor entered the Treasury.

The Gold… Gold in ingots, gold in coins and rods. Diamonds lay scattered among golden dust. Strings of milky pearls, dawn-pink in hue, twined round the circles of ancient golden shields, their mottos obliterated by centuries. The spikes of the crown, wrought of gold, came out from the pile of sparkling rubies, crunching under my feet. I stooped down and pulled it out of the precious waste by its spike. Heavy and cold round my arm, it cooled my palm. The red lights of torches were dancing around, casting bloody stains on the laced golden rings. Dunes of gold, dotted with sapphires, flashing out with dark-blue light, led to infinity as the edges of the cave were lost in the gloom…

I gazed and could not have enough. No stories from eye-witnesses, no words at all could prepare my mind for such a sight. I had almost forgotten about the Dragon and still… he was missing!

And I was not the only one who had noticed this as Llywelyn turned to me and shouted “Guards! Seize him and dump him out of the Castle! I will not tolerate a liar in my House!”

While I stared in bewilderment at the King, they seized me and dragged me through the galleries, and the last thing I remember was the sight of Tor, taking the pike Llywelyn had leant against the wall, and yanking his hand away with a scream of pain – “It’s hot metal!” – and Llywelyn’s voice, growing fainter, as he withdrew, “It must have stood near the hearth…”

I was kicking and fighting to the end, which meant to the Castle gate, screaming, “I am not a liar! I am not a liar!” while I was taken forth. They kicked me off the drawbridge and the stars spun above me while I was snorting and spitting out the water, wallowing in the river…

It is a long time since then. I returned to my parents’ house and to my sheep. But at night, when I dreamt, it seemed to me that somebody was touching my shoulder with hot palms and I dreamt the Dragon, his fiery face having human traits, and I could not discern them, no matter how hard I tried. I woke up in a cold sweat from my own cries, shivering and miserable. And as night after night I awoke my elderly parents and my brothers and sisters, they forced me to relocate to an abandoned hut, hidden in a lonely glen leading to the sea.

There I spent my sleepless nights, sitting near the firelight and burning logs in the hearth. Muffling myself up in the blankets I met each dawn, pondering over and over the events that happened in the Castle... But then at last came the day that changed the course of my life…

Once before daybreak, a lookout, striking the great bell, summoned people to arms. In several minutes horns blew, echoing along the hills, sounding the charge. Assault! To arms! With blood rushing to my head, I grabbed my bow and arrows and ran out of the hut as I was, barefoot…

The water was boiling in the offing with multitude of drakkars. Dragon's head with bared sword-like fangs in their wide-opened jaws was protruding from the bow of each painted ship. The horizon was bloody with scarlet-coloured sails and banners. The Vikings! Hundreds of them! At the sound of drums, beating the stroke, they were pulling the oars wildly. Then the warriors from the Dragonships, closest to the coast, leapt to the shallow water and came on like a tide against a thousand Gwynedd defenders, already awaiting for them, condemned to death.

“That’ll be the deadly end of our mortal souls!” I whispered and ran into the rows of archers who were sending a shower of arrows at the Vikings, who still were knee-deep in water. That day took a deadly toll on the invaders. Soon dead bodies were floating on the sea, but the hurrying multitude continued flooding to the shore. They outnumbered us by ten to one, sowing deathly dread in our souls. The Vikings were setting battlefield to chaos, wielding their axes in their left hands and waving their swords with their right, hacking the foot who were slowly giving back. Then, with shrill battle cries, mounted warriors rushed forward to wage battle led by Llywelyn himself, half-risen in stirrup at a white stad. Soon Llywelyn and his bodyguards were forced into a tight ring, surrounded with furious foes. Riders were cutting the enemies heads with their swords, defending themselves on all sides. Llywelyn cried to the Vikings’ Cynig, “Ic þe offslea, Gutworm!” Attackers and defenders tied into a great knot. Tor was in the centre of that slaughterhouse. He was trying to shield Llywelyn with himself. We were losing the battle, defenders were growing scarce, while the Dragonships were constantly landing fresh reinforcements. Llywelyn then broke through the encirclement and galloped to the edge of the nearest wood, clearing the way for himself with his sword. His arm raised and dropped with the speed of lightning and the wake of slain foes followed on both sides of his path. The Gwynedd army gasped… And Tor, his face distorted with rage, sent the dagger to the back of the King, the betrayer, fleeing from the battlefield. But he missed and Llywelyn disappeared behind the trees.

And then gasped not the Gwineddites, who had lost any hope by that time, but the Vikings, as from behind the wood showed himself in all his might none other than … the Dragon!

Everyone froze in awe. In the shafts of the rising sun he appeared in shades from grey to bright scarlet to turn brilliant, dazzling gold. Flapping his golden wings, he soared, shielding the dawn, approaching the battlefield with great speed, and soon the black shadow of outstretched triangular wings covered us.

With vertical slits of its snake-like eyes he searched the shore where all actions were paralysed and hands, squeezing axes and bows and swords, came down. Flames sprang in his fiery jaws … and then without any warning he beat his great wings wildly and spouted terrific flames on the battlefield, withering everything and everyone with his breath of fire, with no distinction between Gwineddites and Vikings. Dreadful cries made a chill wind blow across my skin.

A hail of arrows pierced the air and bounced off the metal scales and fell to the ground. I was standing deaf in the turmoil of fighters, scattering and sweeping to the beach in a desperate effort to flee and save themselves, at the terrific explosions of the Dragon’s uproar.

Flap of the wings in the jets of fire… Circling in the air… Flap of the wings, baring the skin of membrane under the wing, connecting it to the armoured body… With rigid fingers I pulled the iron bolt out of the quiver… Flap of the wings… The string drawn back… I aimed… Wings going upward… the thud of my heart… Twang!

I lowered my bow and my head…

And then I stopped my ears with my palms, as with the heartrending shriek that followed, the trees bent in fright and the grass shrivelled and blackened.

You would ask me where I had taken the iron bolt from? I contrived the whole plan during those sleepless nights, when I had to think about something in order to escape fiery nightmares. One guy, whom I knew, was a smith. He didn’t ask questions…

The Dragon, lame in the left wing, flew low and heavy to the Castle. I watched his flight, unable to anticipate his moves. His behaviour seemed inexplicable. Where was he going to hide himself? But as if in reply to my thoughts, he reared up in the air with a stinging cri de cœur and fell on the northern Castle wall, smashing stone and crashing it to pieces.

Tor shouted at that Gwineddites that survived, “To the Castle! Save the Queen and the Prince!” and rushed up, spurring his horse… In a minute only his horse’s tail could be seen in the distance.

We burst into the central gallery, lit with the rising sun shafts, streaming freely through the broken wall. Llywelyn… There he lay, with his wide-opened eyes staring to the eternity and my iron bolt protruding from his left side, Tor kneeling near him…

My mind was deserted, no thoughts, no emotions. Dryly, Tor snapped, half-turning his head to us, standing at his back, “Take care of Queen Loreine and Prince Lerroy.”

One of the guards reported in an unconfident voice, “We have searched the whole Castle and have not discovered the least sign of the Queen and the Prince. They are missing, Sir!”

Tor whirled around, “What’s the rubbish you are ta… ” He cut himself halfway through his abuse, as something flashed in his eyes, “The Treasury! Check the Treasury!”

We did not need the tiny silver key, as the Treasury doors were swinging wide open, leading to the cave that was… absolutely deserted. The floor of dark smooth stone was pristine as if no speck of golden dust had ever touched it…

Everyone had gone long ago and I was still standing there, in the cave, pondering in the vicissitudes of fate, dignity and betrayal, triumph and defeat… When I was just about to leave, I caught the glimpse of some dot, glittering behind the door. I bent… it was a golden coin with a countenance of a slender red-coiled Dragon. Had Llywelyn taught his son to fly? I shut the door behind me.

The end

***

 My eyes were heavy, I was obsessed with an overwhelming urge to yawn in the same way as everyone else. We were watching fading fires where potatoes were being baked in their jackets under the coals, their tantalizing smell soaring in the air and enveloping us with their smoke. Throughout the story, I had that vague feeling of something familiar that I was overlooking, that I had forgotten a long time ago and could not recall…

“When it comes to Dragons, the stories start to seem tricky and complicated. But the truth usually lies on the surface, the only thing you need is just to grasp it,” pensively noted Urai. Then he rose, “Now it’s time I sent you to your homes…”

I got scared that Urai wouldn’t know that I was going to the hostel together with the guys and would send me to my auntie and that I would again spend the whole night on the train to London. I wanted to tell him about it but I felt suddenly dizzy and all thoughts slipped from my mind…

[flyingpups]

A story

                                                    Chapter 1 “Twelve scars on her thighs measuring in about four inches wide, small cuts surrounding her fingertips, and a teardrop imprint on her tertiary finger. Twenty five scars splattered her entire back, all ranging in different sizes and thickness. There are a plethora of scars covering both of her arms as well; minimal and small, but unusual that there are so many. The wounds on her arms will heal over time but…” the guard stares at the parchment with great sorrow. He shakes his head in a displeasing manor, continuing his report as followed. “The gash to her neck seemed to happen very recently, if she were any later to the valet, the valetudia, the valetudan..” “the valetudinarium?”, the other guard states in a mocking tone. “Yes, the clinic. If the people who had discovered her were any later, she wouldn’t be here knocking at death’s door.” “What did she do anyways?”, the second guard contemplated. “They wouldn’t tell us, just said to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t die from her wounds. It’s a shame, I knew her father, she was a very kind sweet girl once. 

It’s sad to think she would be this marked up, at the age of fourteen no less”. They walk towards the prisoner, finding her huddled under some sheets on the cot. The visible pain on her twitches is enough to investigate her motives even more so. The prison medic walks out the cell, her medical bag on her persons with visible despair. She is visibly shaken from the young girl’s wounds.The first guard looks at her with somber eyes, tempted to enter her jail cell and console her. The only thing he managed to do was lay another blanket atop her to warm her up. The second guard lightly grasped his comrad’s shoulder, inviting him back to reality. Sighing softly, he nods and walks away, venturing back to their guards chambers. “So how exactly do you know her, Erza?” he pondered, lifting a mug of ale to his lips. “I’ve known her family for several years, Charles”. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, staring back at her jail cell. “I just don’t know how she accumulated so many scars. I still recall walking into her father’s bakery.” He let out a smirk, turning his eyes back to Charles. “I heavily remember walking into partake on a few lunar berry tarts, when this little girl would run out at the sound of the door chimes. She was coated in a heavy seep of flour and blotted cyan cream on her cheeks. She was only seven at the time…”

She tossed and turned in her sleep, grasping at the sheets often. The sound of water clashing into a pan awoke her from her slumber in a panic haze. The medic washing the dirty bandages nearly had her soul fly away from the sudden screams. She clasped her robe, trying to steady her heart, watching the girl wince in pain from the sudden movement. “You nearly gave me a fright, devil girl!” She hollered loudly. The two guards came rushing by with their swords drawn. The medic waives them off, claiming that everything is under control. Turning back to the girl, she settles her down with a soothing voice. “There there little poppet, you are not in any danger.” Quelling down, she lies on her back, steadying her breathing. She takes a moment to survey her surroundings, pretty typical of what a jail cell should look like. Though they seem sparse of a mirror, it was highly unlikely there would be a reason to have one. She takes a good look at the medic salving her wounds. She was quite a hefty lass with; shoulder length amber hair tied into a bun, a holy cross of some sorts around her neck and oval cherry tinted glasses. She was dressed in all white with a auburn toolbelt and blue heeled boots. Her eyes resembled a meadow, bright yellow with a tint of orange. There were minimal freckles across the bridge of her nose and pierced lips of brass, two rings to be exact. She couldn’t be older than fifty five. 

Mary attempts to unwind the binding embracing her arms. She seemed to resile away from her, crawling back against the wall. “Oh stop it will you, do you want your wounds to become infected? Would you rather lose a leg or two? Sit still and let me heal your wounds will you” she pestered the girl and scooted closer to her. Begrudgingly, she sat still and winced while Mary unwrapped her bindings. Blood soaked the rags heavily against her thighs and legs, taking an astonishingly longer time due to her cries of anguish. The bandages on her arms though seem to slide off like water on glass, a few cuts and scrapes but nothing major. the gash on her neck though worried her the most, it was as if someone held the knife in a cumbersome position. They cut her, healed her, and sliced her more so, similar to a scarred tree. Shaking off her nerves, she grabs some cleaning slime and spreads it across her thighs, causing the girl to thrash and holler in pain. “I know it stings poppet but that's how the healing works. I can promise you it won’t be pleasant but it’s better than lying here in constant pain while time heals you. Shame, those scars will remain with you forever. What prickly thorns did you infiltrate to paint your skin like a rose bush”. After half an hour of bellowing screams and hollering, Mary stepped out with a basket full of filthy rags. The girl falls asleep from the searing pain, finally able to dream peacefully. Erza stopped by her chambers, and glanced at her for a moment. She looked back at him, and smiled. “Please, tell me what happened to you, who hurt you, why has the queen ordered you to keep you alive” he questioned her. All she could muster was to shake her head negatively. He simply gave her a reassuring smile and continued on his patrol. The jail house was relatively small, able to house about four hundred criminals. There were three floors to this building, with the guards chambers being in both the second and first floor. At least that’s what the other inmates yell out. Most are in here for petty crimes while others need a shelter from the deadly weathers that come to be. 

As the days went on, so did the bone chilling nights. As requested, Erza gave her several blankets to survive the night, five to be exact. Favoritism was heavily noted between both inmates and the other guards. but who can blame them, it was on the queens order the girl be kept alive. Mary mended her clothing when it had gotten rips, even added pockets to her request. An odd request, but she sought no reason not to grant it. The sound of the other prisoners next door, keeping her up didn't help as well. As the weeks went by, so did the frequent visits from Erza. It made her somewhat at peace, listening to an old friend reminisce about the past. His fondest memories have to be at the bakery her father worked at, the time she tried to sell him an overpriced muffin, and the infestation of drims from her feeding them halodena muffins. Not surprising that they were interested in a muffin filled with tons of sugar and rich creamy halodena berries. Every night he would ask what predicament she was in, every night she still remained mute as ever. She spent the days looking outside the barred windows, staring up into the stars. She couldn’t stay here any longer, as kind as the guards are, they wouldn’t be able to protect her. She made up her mind about the days to come. She has to escape from this prison, any longer and she would be putting other lives at risk. She made sure to keep in shape with minimal exercise, and contemplate her set path.

Slip through the bars, jump to the roof, and climb down the side of the building with greater caution. The jump is only ten feet away, possible with minimal margin of error. Using the blankets, I can make spare clothes for the trip… no that won’t work. Only Mary sews in this place. I can bring one blanket with me to use as a cloak and the other to help me escape. I have to pick a day when they are preoccupied with other things.

She had her plan, she recited it over and over to account for any failures. She recalled her father mentioning a town to the far east and a beast named Drake. What business that beast and her father had, she will never know until she makes the venture for herself. For now, she has to be patient for the right moment. She had remembered the guards are typically overly laxed on fridays. Not to mention, things tend to get overly hectic when a drunkard decides to either barge in or spend a night in a cell. The last drunkard that arrived tossed a guard out the window, and expelled his fluids onto several guards. Safe to say, they keep ample distances away from the wanderers and bar flies.

As she rested her head down on the soft cold pillow, she began to daydream about her lonesome adventure yet to come. She won’t be able to return for a long while, and most likely she will be hunted for escaping the city. Tears began flowing down her cheek; she would miss her father and the smell of the warm bread baking in the oven, the chimes from the door opening, even the birds in the late afternoon waiting for the bread that had gone partially bad. She would undeniably miss her mother’s heavenly voice echoing inside her head. With one shaky deep breath, she closed her eyes and retired for the night. The next day came to be and it started like any other; banging on the metal doors to awaken the prisoners, feeding them their daily rations, and making sure they head to the bathing chambers to clean themselves off. She had been here for one month now, watching ever so vigilantly. She saw when the guards’ patrols were at their weakest, when the prisoners seemed the most unruly, and when mother nature blessed her with fog. Thankfully the fog was exceptionally heavy. Tonight is the night to make her move. Equally lucky, only Charles and Erza seem to be the only guards present on the second floor. Taking the three blankets, she weaves them to a makeshift chain and smiles to herself. 

The sound of the bed scraping against the floors alerted the guards to the prisoners chambers. One by one, they inspected their cells to find anything out of the sort. Everything seemed to be in order, except the girl’s room. They opened up the cell and inspected the body lying on the bed, no sign of disturbance or motion at all. “Hey, wake up will you”, he calls out, banging onto the bars behind him. She laid there motionless and still as a corpse.  Charles ripped off the sheets to discover a makeshift body in place for their prisoner. Her grip was slipping lightly, causing her to pull the bed closer to the wall, thankfully gone unnoticed. Panicking, he lifted up the bed only to find the similar situation. Shifting the bed immensely almost caused her to fall from the side of the wall. With subtle movement she propelled away from the prison wall and caught the ledge of the roof across the way. Charles and Erza quickly rushed towards the windowsill, peered outside to find anything unusual, and saw a silhouette on the opposite side of them. Standing on top of the building ten feet away, they find the escapee wearing the makeshift cloak made out of blankets. The green glow from her eyes seemed almost full of sorrow as she jumped down and escaped into the darkness. Charles quickly ran for the door when Erza grasped his arm.“Wait,” he said with caution, “It’s best if we just let her go, make the excuse that she was never brought here.” “Why are you protecting her? Isn’t it our job to keep prisoners confined? If we hurry now we can still catch her.”, he asked him profusely. 

“I’m considering it a favor for her father, I rather keep the memory of her being a sweet innocent girl, rather than a criminal.” Charles hesitates for a moment, then sighs in defeat. “You owe me a drink if we get in trouble for this”, he states in an annoyed tone. Continuing on their emergency patrol, they make sure all other prisoners on their level are accounted for. They trot back to their station and continue their paperwork. As they continue on their duties, he glances towards her cell, ever thinking about the innocent girl he once knew. 

She continues running down the street, making sure to stay out of the light of the torches hanging by the streets. She sat in silence for a gruesome four minutes, breaking out in tears and soft sobs. She wouldn’t dare go back to her father, considering the situation she is in now. She had no friends, no other immediate family, and she isn’t even fiendish enough to break into another stranger's home and claim it as her own. She had nobody and no home to stay in.  Giving herself a moment to regain composure, she stands up, gazes towards the stars and heads down the road away from town. What she does now will define her actions, but her past, her scars and memories… they will die down and never return to the surface. She wipes her eyes and glances forward with a focussed yet saddened look. “My voice will never be heard, it is better this way. My melody will never be sung, save the rest from my excuses.”, she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she shook off her nerves, and ventured forward. 

[jakehglover]

Butterfly Pea Tea: Be Captivated by This Color-Changing Drink

Marcus Gavius Apicius, a Roman gourmand who lived during the 1st century A.D. and enjoyed all things luxurious, coined the phrase “We eat first with our eyes.”1 Indeed, many people are drawn to food and beverages that look delicious, interesting and unique, making it much more likely that you’ll savor them.

The same can be said for beverages, and one distinctive drink is making waves today because of its ability to change color, going from blue to pink to purple. It’s none other than butterfly pea tea. Discover more about this “magic” concoction and why, aside from its out-of-this-world appearance, it may have potential health benefits as well.

What Is Butterfly Pea Tea?

Known by many different names like blue-pea, bluebellvine, cordofan pea, Darwin pea2 and Asian pigeonwings,3 butterfly pea (Clitoria ternatea L.) is a plant from the Fabaceae (Leguminosae) or pea family.4,5 Its origins can be traced to tropical Asia, and through the centuries it was widely distributed in the West and East Indies, and then on to Central and South America, India and China.6

Butterfly pea is a climbing legume, with pinnate, alternately-arranged leaves composed of five to six oval leaflets, which are thin, papery and membranous. The slender stems of the plant are covered with short, soft hairs. The small flowers, which are beautiful and funnel-shaped, come in different colors including pink, white and dark blue.7,8 They resemble a woman’s genitals; hence, the botanical name.9

Different parts of the butterfly pea plant are known for being utilized in medicinal and culinary capacities. The fresh root is used in Ayurveda to help ease conditions like tuberculosis, ulcers and asthma. Root juice can also be ingested to help eliminate phlegm.

The leaves, on the other hand, are made into poultices to alleviate swollen joints. The flower is also popular in Thailand, Malaysia and Philippines as an edible food dye. The petals are used to garnish salads, ice cream and soups. The flowers are also brewed into tea.10

According to Bon Appetit, butterfly pea tea has a woody and earthy flavor that’s reminiscent of green tea. However, what’s most interesting about this exotic tea is its ability to change colors. The secret lies in its pH level — the drink changes color depending on the pH of any ingredient that’s added to it.

At its first brew, the beverage has a deep, midnight blue color. If you add a squeeze of lemon or any acidic liquid, it changes to a beautiful, rich violet. Add hibiscus flowers and the drink will turn bright red.11

In Asia, particularly in Thailand and Vietnam, butterfly pea tea is consumed regularly. It’s called “nam dok anchan”12 and is enjoyed as an after-dinner nightcap, or served as a welcome drink in spas and hotels. Thai restaurants also add it to puddings and “pulut inti,” a dessert made from glutinous rice and coconut.13

In the U.S., butterfly pea tea is gaining popularity in bars and restaurants, as it is often added to cocktails and other alcoholic drinks.14

Butterfly Pea Tea Benefits

While many enjoy it mainly for its lovely appearance, drinking butterfly pea tea may allow you to reap certain health benefits as well, because of the plant’s impressive properties. According to a study published in the Journal of Ethnopharmacology, butterfly pea is highly valued in Ayurvedic medicine and “has been used for centuries as a memory enhancer, nootropic, antistress, anxiolytic, antidepressant, anticonvulsant, tranquilizing and sedative agent.”15

Studies have highlighted the potential benefits of butterfly pea extract, which may be passed on to the tea:

• May have antidiabetic properties — A 2015 animal study published in the Journal of Applied Pharmaceutical Science has found that extracts from butterfly pea flower lowered serum glucose levels of diabetic rats significantly and increased their body weight. The antidiabetic effect was said to be comparable to the diabetes drug glibenclamide.16

• Has potential effects against stress and anxiety — A 2003 study published in the journal Pharmacology, Biochemistry and Behavior found that butterfly pea extract may have an effect on the central nervous system (CNS) of mice, and that it may particularly work against depression, stress, anxiety and seizures, and help improve cognitive behavior.

The researchers noted that "The extract exhibited tendency to reduce the intensity of behavior mediated via serotonin and acetylcholine."17

• Helps curb hyperlipidemia, a risk factor of heart disease — A 2010 Pharmaceutical Biology study noted that ingesting butterfly pea extract (made from the plant’s roots and seeds) in combination with the herb Vigna mungo, led to a "significant reduction of serum total cholesterol, triglycerides, very low-density lipoprotein cholesterol, and low-density lipoprotein cholesterol levels.”18

The combination helped decrease dietary cholesterol absorption and prompted excretion from the body.

• Helps bring down fever — When given in doses of 200, 300 and 400 milligrams per kilogram, butterfly pea extract led to significant reduction in body temperature, which lasted for five hours after administration. This antipyretic effect was said to be “comparable to that of paracetamol.” These findings were published in a 2004 article in the journal Phytomedicine.19

Butterfly Pea Tea Nutrition Facts and Caffeine Content

A study found that petals of the butterfly pea flowers contain flavonol glycosides, mainly kaempferol, myricetin and quercetin.20 Other chemical constituents that contribute to the tea’s pharmacological effects include phenols, saponins, anthocyanins, flavanols and triterpenoids.21 And since it’s not made from the Camellia sinensis plant, butterfly pea tea is naturally caffeine-free,22 making it an ideal beverage for people with caffeine sensitivity.

How to Make Butterfly Pea Tea

Butterfly pea tea can be enjoyed either hot or cold. If you prefer a refreshing, icy drink that will quench your thirst during hot days, here’s an iced Butterfly Pea Tea recipe from the blog Kirbie’s Cravings:23

Ingredients:

2 cups boiling water

6 teaspoons butterfly pea tea

Juice of a medium lemon

Honey to taste

Ice

Procedure:

Add hot water to the leaves and cover to retain the heat. Let steep for several minutes or until the water is a deep shade of blue.

Stir in lemon juice and add honey to taste. Serve with ice.

Note: You can remove the tea leaves or leave them in the brew.

Butterfly Pea Tea Side Effects

While there are no side effects reported to the butterfly pea flower and dyes made from it,24 the book “Home Remedies,” notes that herbal preparations using the leaves and powdered seeds of the plant may lead to severe nausea and diarrhea.25 Should this occur when you drink the tea, stop and consult your physician immediately.

If you have a health condition or are taking certain medications, it’s advisable to get approval from your doctor before drinking butterfly pea tea. Pregnant and breastfeeding women should also avoid consuming this beverage, as studies about its effects for these groups are still lacking.

Have A Colorful Cup Of Butterfly Pea Tea Today

The magical, color-changing properties of butterfly pea tea may have drawn you to try it, however, there’s more to this tea than its mesmerizing appearance and refreshing flavor. Its host of beneficial nutrients may have potential effects on your health, too. Brew yourself a cup of butterfly pea tea today.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) About Butterfly Pea Tea

Q: What does butterfly pea tea taste like?

A: The flavor of this tea is described to be reminiscent of green tea, as it is woody and earthy.

Q: Does butterfly pea tea have caffeine?

A: Because it's not made from the Camellia sinensis plant, this floral tea has no caffeine.

Q: Where can you buy butterfly pea tea?

A: Butterfly pea tea can be purchased online or from health food stores. Make sure to check the manufacturer to ensure you only buy a high-quality brand.

from HealthyLife via Jake Glover on Inoreader http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2018/09/01/butterfly-pea-tea-mnlseo.aspx

[mattadrawing]

Applications and Advantages of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar in Engineering

In the era of engineering, precision and reliability are paramount. Engineers and manufacturers constantly seek materials and components that can meet the demanding requirements of diverse applications. One such material that has gained prominence in recent years is the Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar.

In this blog, we'll explore the wide-ranging applications and advantages of the Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar in engineering.

The Evolution of Cold Drawn Bright Bars

Before diving into the applications and advantages, let's take a moment to understand what Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are. These bars are the result of a cold drawing process that imparts a superior finish and dimensionally accurate shape to the steel. They have a smooth, polished surface and a precise oval shape, making them an ideal choice for a variety of engineering applications.

●      Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar - Precision Machinery and Equipment

One of the primary applications of the Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar is in precision machinery and equipment. Engineers rely on the dimensional accuracy and smooth finish of these bars to create components for machines, tools, and equipment. The oval shape, in particular, offers a unique advantage, as it provides enhanced stability and control in certain mechanical systems.

●      Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar - Automotive Industry

The automotive industry has seen a surge in the use of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar, particularly in the manufacturing of drive shafts, tie rods, and suspension components. The precision and consistency offered by these bars play a critical role in ensuring the safety and performance of vehicles. Whether it's maintaining wheel alignment or reducing vibration, these bars are essential.

●      Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar - Aerospace Applications

In the aerospace sector, where precision and reliability are non-negotiable, Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars find an important place. These bars are used in various aircraft components, including landing gear systems, control mechanisms, and hydraulic systems. Their resistance to corrosion and wear, combined with their precise dimensions, make them a natural choice in this industry.

●      Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar - Construction and Architecture

For construction and architectural projects, Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are used in a variety of structural components. Whether it's in the construction of bridges, facades, or other load-bearing structures, the bars offer the required strength and durability. Additionally, the polished surface finish can contribute to an aesthetically pleasing appearance in architectural designs.

●      Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar - Hydraulic and Pneumatic Systems

The reliability of hydraulic and pneumatic systems is vital in a wide range of industries, from manufacturing to agriculture. Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are used in the production of hydraulic cylinders, pistons, and valves. Their precision and resistance to corrosion ensure that these systems perform consistently even in challenging environments.

Advantages of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar

Now that we've explored the diverse applications, let's delve into the advantages that make Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars stand out in the world of engineering:

●       Dimensional Accuracy: These bars are known for their precise dimensions, ensuring a perfect fit in various applications. Engineers can rely on their consistency to meet specific requirements.

●       Smooth Surface Finish: The polished surface finish not only enhances the appearance but also reduces friction, which is particularly valuable in moving mechanical parts.

●       Strength and Durability: Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are known for their strength and resilience. They can withstand heavy loads and harsh conditions, making them suitable for demanding applications.

●       Corrosion Resistance: The bars are resistant to corrosion, extending their lifespan and reducing maintenance requirements. This is particularly important in applications exposed to the elements.

●       Cost-Effective: Despite their many advantages, Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bars are often a cost-effective choice. Their longevity and performance qualities offer a high return on investment.

The Bottom Line

Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar has become a versatile and reliable choice in engineering. Its applications and advantages make it a top choice for engineers and manufacturers. When it comes to precision and reliability in engineering, the role of the Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar cannot be overstated. It's a testament to the commitment of manufacturers like Matta Drawing Works to providing quality materials that drive innovation and excellence in engineering.

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Benefits Of Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar In The Field Of Construction

Everyone wants to make their living hub or commercial space with the top quality materials for featuring it with a long life. A sturdy base of construction attributes a building structure with absolute strength, durability, and longevity.

This blog seeks to highlight the key advantages of oval shape cold-drawn bright bars in the construction industry. The oval shape cold-drawn bright bar is one of the best materials used in the building industry, along with other essential components like bricks, clay, cement, sand, stone chips, concrete blocks, bamboo, and wood. They have exceptional quality and are produced using a metallurgical method and thermo-mechanical treatment. To create a strong, high-strength oval shape cold-drawn bright bar from low-carbon steel, the metallurgical method combines hardening and heat treatment procedures. The bars have a soft interior center and a hard outer shell. The construction business has a longstanding high demand for the bars.

It is essential to choose premium-quality oval shape cold-drawn bright bar suppliers who guarantee the products' high quality. The oval-shaped cold-drawn bright bars that Matta Drawing Works produces have the best ductility, sturdiness, bendability, and safety features. Steel bars are used by contractors not only to raise residential structures but also business buildings, power plants, stadiums, flyovers, dams, and other structures. Let's examine the advantages of using oval-shaped cold-drawn bright bars that have undergone thermomechanical treatment in building projects.

Advantages of oval shape cold-drawn bright bars in construction

●      Right Fit for Earthquake Prone Zones

High-grade oval-shaped cold-drawn bright bars are crucial because they keep the ideal balance between strength and flexibility. The bars have the necessary tensile power to hold the building during any natural disaster and prevent it from being removed. The bars, which have a hard outer shell and a soft interior core, aid in keeping the structures stable in the event of an emergency. Oval shape cold-drawn bright bars can withstand the dynamic and seismic pressure caused by earthquakes and other natural catastrophes because of the property.

●      They feature Strength and Ductility

The oval shape cold-drawn bright bars' high ductility and bendability are one of their distinguishing qualities. They are a great option for a variety of building projects due to their high stability. The bars' distinctive pattern provides additional strength and ties them more closely to the concrete framework. As a result, the makers of oval shape cold-drawn bright bar...

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Oval Shape Cold Drawn Bright Bar

Oval shaped cold drawn bright bar is manufactured by cold rolling process of a hot rolled bar through a tungsten carbide die. As no heating is required in the process, it is known as oval shaped cold drawn bright bar. These bars are mostly ground finished for the use in special applications. Oval shaped cold drawn bright bar have a bright and smooth surface with appropriate diameter tolerance (the tolerance of the diameter is very limited). This is the reason why cold rolled bright bars have many advantages over a hot rolled bright bar.

Oval shaped cold drawn bright bar is mostly used for various applications in automatic machines for the manufacturing of steel components. Being an expert in manufacturing and supplying of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar, Matta Drawing Works ensures superior quality of materials in compliance with international standards of quality. Oval shaped cold drawn bright bar provided by us are manufactured by advanced machineries and equipments for maintaining the quality. These bars are also widely known for providing longer service life duration and convenience to operations and safety.

Top 05 manufacturers of Oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in India

Matta Drawing Works

Matta Drawing Works is a family-owned, dynamic company, active since 1976 in the supply and production of best quality steel shapes. Situated in Faridabad (India), we have been able to achieve reputed ranks and expertise among the leaders in the market segment. We are among the largest manufacturers of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar and provide a wide range of grades with a variety of sizes, suitable for various purposes. We also provide oval shaped cold drawn bright bar which are widely used for various purposes worldwide. With the presence of modern manufacturing facilities the testing of internal and surface defects of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar are detected. The quality of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar and other products is well-accepted and resulted in excellent business relation with consumers and the market.

Aashish Steel

Aashish Steel is an ISO 9001:2008 certified Supplier and Manufacturer of steel bars in the National as well as Global market. Inaugurated around 1982 the organization has had the most intricate and refined assembling framework to create cold-drawn oval shaped cold drawn bright bar. The organization plant is furnished with a scope of machines and progressed handling offices that give enormous adaptability to meet the specific necessities of our customers. The organization is among the chief makers of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in India which contrasts among the best products. The process manufactures all well-known grades comprising all domestic and worldwide details. They create oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in an assortment of sizes as per different details of steel.

Kalpatech Engineers

Kalpatech Engineers is among the most renowned steel products suppliers in India that supplies a wide range of manufacturing and constructional products through IndiaMART including oval shaped cold drawn bright bar. They have experience of more than 2 decades in the field of manufacturing oval shaped cold drawn bright bar of various grades. They have best-in-class hardware for the creation of various kinds of Micro shapes/sections and thwarts of different composites like Stainless Steel, Copper, and Nickel-based alloys. The lab has all the high-accuracy hardware for testing. They have in-depth information in handling and assembling the above-mentioned metals and alloys which are created are accepted internationally.

SS Bright Steels

SS Bright Steels was established in the year 2007 and is one of the well-known names on the lookout. The proprietorship kind of organization is an association. The administrative center of business is situated in Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. Utilizing the abilities of certified group of experts, they are instrumental in assembling and exchanging a wide scope of oval shaped cold drawn bright bar, Alloy Steel Bar, Stainless Steel Rod, Steel Flat Bar, and some more. To offering one of the best oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in India, they have a specific group, knowing about the rising clients' inclinations. They are inspired to work with high desire and commitment in assembling quality items as indicated by different public opinions. With cutting-edge innovation and certified and devoted labor force, they produce with high accuracy splendid prepares bars including oval shaped cold drawn bright bar. By prudence of profoundly particular and gifted specialized group centered on quality items, they follow the Total Quality Management System to fabricate wide scope of items.

Jay Jagdamba Limited

Jay Jagdamba Limited offers one of the best quality oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in India by using quality raw materials, highly skilled manpower, and state of the art manufacturing facility. They offer medium and thick size oval shaped cold drawn bright bar in multiple finishes, grades, and temper for the fulfillment of various applications. Jay Jagdamba Limited also produces good quality spring wires with qualities such as smooth surface, high fatigue strength, and high resistance to corrosion which are effective in the manufacturing of various spring types and wire forms...