How green was their valley they never asked themselves. Either it was golden with its ripe fields, or—incidentally-- was red. In spite of all violent chronicles the Apatanis were never head-hunters like the Nishis, or the Konyaks. They justified war as we justify it today—a necessary tool to wipe off evil influences. With time, they took up the message of earning peace by exploiting the bounty of the land. Yaping Hullo, or the nose plugs, and tattoos all over some beautiful faces might have drawn a rare remorse from the warrior. In time he realized the futility of war which involves probabilistic defeat, to counter which the ladies made themselves unattractive so that they were not picked up. Wars are gone, but Yaping Hullo stays on in this Valley of the Apatanis.