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Enchanted Mooresses

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The Mouras or Moiras Encantadas  ("Enchanted Mooressses", already mentioned here ) are entities in Portuguese folclore similar to the pagan/post-pagan fairies and pagan deities and such in Galician-Portuguese, Asturian, Castilian-Leonese and Spanish Extremadura folklore. A male equivalent, the Mouros / Moiros , also exist. The Moiras / Moiros monickers are taken equally from the proto-Celtic marwo meaning "dead" or "dark", from the Portuguese-Spanish (and later Brazilian-Uruguayan-Argentinian) idea created to try to fuse these Maruos and the North African/Muslim Mouros /Moors rationally by explaining that the Moors were enchanted into a Moorish land now transfered into the spirit world (as fairies are from the supernatural country of "fairyland",  Mouras / Moiras /Mooresses are from the supernatural country of " mourama "/" moirama ", "moorland"), to remain as hauntings and guardians of treasures after the Christi...

Tales from the Lands of Nuts and Grapes: Spanish and Portuguese Folklore by Carlos Sellers: The seven pidgeons (Cantabrian tale)

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THE SEVEN PIGEONS. O N  a deserted part of the rock-bound Cantabrian coast, a poor fisherman, named Pedro, discovered a lovely maiden, magnificently dressed, combing her long jet-black hair with a golden comb studded with diamonds. It was still early morning, and the sun had not attained its greatest power; and as the tide was at its lowest, an innumerable number of ponds were formed by the rocks which, for a distance of half a mile, were left bare by the receding sea. Seated near to one of these ponds, and cooling her feet in the water, sat this lovely maiden; and she was so intent on performing her toilet that she did not perceive Pedro, who, thinking she was a mermaid, and might therefore cast a spell over him, hid behind a ledge of rocks, and was able to see and hear her without being seen. Pedro heard her singing the following words— “I am daughter of a king Who rules in Aragon, My messengers they bring Me food to live upon. My father thinks me dead; My death he did ordain, Fo...