John Cooke

Spy slayer of the Proctor (Yorkist) bloodline (House of Proctor), known as The Silent Stave. Craft: Ledger Recall.

John Cooke was born in 1781 in Harrisonburg, Virginia, in the upper Shenandoah Valley, and he lived fifty-three years as a blacksmith and a vampire slayer of the White Ledger. The family book calls him The Silent Stave, a name that came from the long oak stave he carried as a boy and from his habit of saying nothing until he was sure. He was a Spy, a hunter who collected information before he moved, and his craft, Ledger Recall, was a trained memory that could hold the White Ledger's entries in the head of a man who was not much of a reader. He died in 1834 in a fall from a horse, unmarried and childless. His father, Thomas Cooke, was born in 1750 and died in 1808, and was a wheelwright, a maker of the great spoked wheels on which the Valley's produce rolled to market. His mother, Rachel Thorne Proctor, born in 1755 and dead in 1801, was a farmer's wife with a Thorne mother and a Proctor father, a woman who carried the hunters' blood without the hunters' work. John's elder brother, Jonathan Cooke Proctor, born in 1779, became a carpenter. The two boys grew up in a wheelwright's yard at the edge of a town that had just been named, among spoke piles and rim blanks, and they were expected to work before they were expected to read. Harrisonburg had been laid out only a year before John was born, on land donated by a Scots-Irish settler, Thomas Harrison, and its courthouse square was still a muddy lot with a few log houses around it. The Valley's farmers, Germans, Scots-Irish and English, were filling the limestone country with wheat, corn and cattle, and the Great Wagon Road, a few miles to the east, carried their produce north to Philadelphia and south to the Carolinas. The wheelwright's trade was in constant demand. John was set to work at ten, fetching and carrying, and at fourteen he was apprenticed, against his father's plan, to the blacksmith next door. He had taken a liking to the forge, to the sound of the hammer and the colour of the metal, and the smith, who had no sons, took him on. He became a very good smith. Virginia's valley towns needed a great deal of iron, for horseshoes, wagon tyres, axes, ploughs, hinges, chains, latches and, in a country with many guns, barrel repairs and lock work. John was a big, slow, silent young man with a face like a shut door, who could work for hours without a word and who never seemed to hurry. His welds did not break. His horseshoes stayed on. Farmers who had never exchanged twenty words with him would send their sons ten miles with a plough point to be mended. The calling came in 1799, when he was eighteen, on a canal towpath at night. He had gone east to the Potomac to fetch a load of iron and was walking back along the towpath of one of the Potomac Company's canal works beside the river in the small hours when a barge drifted in out of the mist with its lamps still lit. There was no one at the tiller and no one on the deck, and the mules that had towed it had gone. He stood on the bank and watched it drift past, and then he saw, in the light of the lamps, a pair of hands on the gunwale. He said nothing. He let the barge go by, walked back into the town, and told the first person he trusted, which was a Proctor cousin who was in the town for the day. The cousin asked him, quietly, what exactly he had seen, and then asked him to tell it again. By the end of the week the hunters of the White Ledger had recruited him. Ledger Recall was a method he adopted and made his own. The Proctors had used a variety of memory techniques over the centuries, and Jacob Stone in the Tennessee country had devised a forge-based system in which each entry hung on a hook in the smithy. John, who corresponded with Stone after meeting him at a hunters' gathering in 1806, adapted it for the Virginia forge. He assigned each entry to a part of his own workshop: the anvil, the quenching trough, the bellows, the hearth, the tongs, the hammer rack, the coal bin, the horseshoe nails. Through the fire and sparks of a working day, he walked the circuit in his mind, and by the time he was thirty he could recite three hundred entries of the White Ledger without error. His gear was a long rifle and silver-cast shot, and he carried, as a mark of his family's trade, a short oak stave with an iron cap. His value to the White Ledger was as a living index. A hunter in the Carolinas who wanted to know whether a particular vampire, described by its habits, had been recorded by a Proctor in the past half-century could send a letter to Harrisonburg and receive, a week later, a few lines in a square hand with the date, the place and the name of the slayer who had dealt with it. His letters were brief, exact and never wrong. He became known as the Proctor archivist of the Valley, though he never held a pen for more than a few minutes at a time. The War of 1812 passed him by. He was thirty-one, exempted as a skilled smith, and he spent the war making shoes for cavalry horses and barrel hoops for the militia. After it, the Valley grew steadily. He took on apprentices and kept a good shop. In the 1820s he often looked after his brother Jonathan's workshop when the carpenter was away. He never married. He died in 1834, at the age of fifty-three, after a fall from a horse on the road to Staunton. The horse had been startled by a bolt of lightning, and John, who had ridden every road in the Valley, went off the side of a bank and struck his head. His brother Jonathan had died two years before. The Harrisonburg smithy passed to an apprentice, who kept it until the 1860s. John Cooke is remembered as The Silent Stave, the smith who could recite a hundred years of vampires from memory. In the Slayerverse he stands as a reminder that the White Ledger's strength lay as much in what its keepers carried in their heads as in what they wrote in their books.