Who is the narrator, can she or he read minds, and, more importantly, can we trust her or him?
First Person (Central)
The camera rolls through Edmund's eyes in this book from the very first sentence: "The hammering woke me—a fist pounding on the door" (1.1). We never get any of the other characters' views, thoughts, or personal opinions. Well, unless they share them with Edmund, that is, and even then we're stuck with just their words and never find out what they privately think or feel.
But at the same time, Edmund kind of tells the story like he's watching from the outside. Maybe the detached narrative mimics what would have been the story-telling style back then (we're thinking endless war and gooey emotions don't exactly go hand-in-hand). For instance, Edmund paints this very descriptive scene of battle:
The ladder was thick with fighting men, shaking their weapons and cursing their defenders, who could not pole the ladder free from the wall. It all looked laughable in a sickening way, a market-day brawl among neighbors. (24.6)
Pretty descriptive and observant, right? And Edmund observes all this while he's in the middle of it, surrounded by fighting. How he's able to come up with that analogy while he's fending for his life is beyond us. But we're glad that he does, because it definitely gives us great imagery to work with.