We need to know how to interpret and distinguish legends from reality, as well as why these legends exist in the culture of each people and region. Portugal is a country extremely rich in stories, myths, and ancient legends, which inspire customs and superstitions. There are hundreds of Portuguese legends, tales, sayings, and popular beliefs that make our culture so rich and interesting.

Told in the evenings in the cold winters by our ancestors, from werewolves to fairies, witches to mermaids, ghosts and feathered souls to the miracles of saints, there isn’t a creature that our folklore doesn’t include, with the exception, perhaps, of vampires, because this isn’t a subject that is part of our legendary imagination.

But not all Portuguese legends are about creatures and monsters. Many of them reveal lands and people of courage, stories of revenge, justice, impossible loves, and perfect loves, others concern true events but with touches of imagination, probably to increase the dramatic or heroic charge of what really happened.

In fact, legends are such an important part of Portugal’s core that some even precede the country’s history, such as the legend of the Battle of Ourique. The legend goes that shortly before the battle, Afonso Henriques was visited by an old man, whom the man who would become Portugal’s first king four years later believed he had seen in his dreams.

The man gave him a prophetic revelation of victory. He also told him to leave the camp alone the following night, as soon as he heard the bell from the hermitage where the old man lived. The king did so.

It was then that a ray of light illuminated everything around him, allowing him to gradually make out the Sign of the Cross and Jesus Christ crucified. Overcome with emotion, he knelt down and heard the voice of the Lord, who promised him victory in this and other battles. The next day, Afonso Henriques won the battle.

According to legend, King Afonso Henriques then decided that the Portuguese flag would have five shields, or quinas, in a cross, representing the five vanquished kings and the five wounds of Christ.

There are so many myths that have shaped this country that it would be impossible and unfair to contain them all in a single article, so I’ve decided to create a series that will cross the country from north to south. In this article, we’ll visit the legends that have the north of Portugal as their backdrop. Let’s get to it!

Legend of St. Vincent, Patron Saint of the City

In the 4^th century, Vincent of Zaragoza was tortured by order of Emperor Diocletian for refusing to worship pagan gods. The martyr was put on a grill over hot coals and his legs and arms were torn off, the body parts being abandoned in a field to be devoured by dogs and wolves. It was then that the crows appeared for the first time in the narrative, defending the body from this final carnage.

With the Muslim invasion of the Iberian Peninsula, Vicente’s remains were placed on a boat that somewhere in time washed ashore on the cape of Sagres. In the 12^th century – eight centuries later – King Afonso Henriques promised to recover the martyr’s bones if he succeeded in conquering Lisbon, which he did. Two ravens then protected the ship on its journey to Lisbon. The saint became the patron saint of Lisbon and the ship and the ravens became symbols of the capital.

Legend of the Works of Santa Engracia

Legend has it that in the mid-1630s, a beautiful maiden by the name of Violante, daughter of an important Lisbon nobleman, fell in love with a young Christian by the name of Simão Pires Solis. The young woman’s father, who did not take kindly to the two lovers, had his daughter locked up in the convent of Santa Clara, located next to the church of Santa Engrácia, which was still under construction.

The young Simão Pires Solis didn’t deny his love for Violante and rode every day to the convent of Santa Clara to meet Violante on the sly. One day, Simão asked his beloved to run away with him. That night, by coincidence, the reliquary of the Portuguese martyr Saint Engracia, so dear to Infanta Maria, was stolen.

The next day, on the agreed date, Simão Pires Solis was woken up by the king’s men, who had come to arrest him, accusing him of stealing the relics from the church of Santa Engrácia, located very close to the convent. In order not to compromise Violante, Simão Solis didn’t want to reveal why he had been seen there the night before.

Despite repeatedly claiming his innocence, Simon Solis was arrested and sentenced to death at the stake for this reason, aggravated by his Jewish ancestry. The execution ceremony took place next to the new church of Santa Engrácia, work on which had already begun.

Legend has it that when the flames engulfed Simon Solis’ body, he cried out that he was as certain to die innocent as that the work would never end. Also, according to legend, years later, the novice Violante was called to the presence of a dying man when he was at death’s door, because she wanted to confess to him that he had been the thief of the reliquary of Saint Engracia.

Aware of Simon Solis and Violante’s secret relationship, he had framed the young man, who was seen there almost every night, and now wanted to ask for forgiveness from the woman who had lost her love in the most cruel and unjust way anyone could. However, Violante accepted his forgiveness.

What is certain is that the work on the church, which began when Simão Pires Solis was in charge, seemed never to end. So much so that people have become accustomed to comparing everything that seems to have no end to the works of Santa Engrácia, hence the popular saying.

Legend of Santa Iria

The story goes that in ancient Nabância (now Tomar), Iria was born, a beautiful young woman named Iria or Eirena, who belonged to a wealthy family in the region. From an early age, Iria discovered her religious vocation and entered a monastery. The young Iria received a thorough education and was professed in a monastery of Benedictine nuns, which was governed by her uncle, Abbot Sélio.

Because of her beauty and intelligence, Iria soon won the affection of the nuns as well as the locals, especially the young men and noblemen, who disputed Iria’s virtues among themselves. At the time, the region was ruled by Prince Castinaldo, whose son Britaldo was in the habit of composing troves near the church of St. Peter.

One day, Britaldo saw Iria and fell madly in love with her. He became sick with love and in a feverish, desperate state, he demanded the young woman’s presence. Iria asked him to forget her because her heart and her love were from God. Britaldo agreed, on the condition that she belonged to no other man.

Remigius, a monk who was Iria’s spiritual director, was aware of Britaldo’s love affairs, and the maiden’s beauty had not gone unnoticed. Burning with jealousy, the monk Remigius gave Iria a tisane that was supposed to make her drunk, and which caused her body to appear opulent after pregnancy.

For this reason, she was immediately expelled from the convent, retreating to the river to pray in despair. When Britaldo found out, he was furious and jealous. He followed her on one of his usual trips to the River Nabon, where Iria was murdered by a servant of Britaldo’s or by Britaldo himself, stabbed, and thrown into the water.

Iria’s body was carried by the waters of the River Nabão to the River Zêzere and from there to the Tagus. After many searches and when they had almost given up, Iria’s body was found near the town of Scalabis (Santarém), enclosed as if by miracle in a beautiful marble tomb.

They wanted to remove it, but the waters of the Tagus, which had suddenly subsided to show the tomb, rose again, covering the martyr’s grave forever. The people surrendered to the miracle and she was considered a saint. From then on, the town was called Santa Iria, later Santarém.

About six centuries later, legend has it that the waters of the Tagus opened up again to reveal the tomb of Queen Isabel, who worshipped Saint Iria.

Did you know that Tomar is actually home to one of Portugal’s World Heritage Sites? That’s right, the Convent of Christ is a marvel that you can’t miss. To find out what else there is to see, head to our Tomar City Guide.

Legend of the Boca do Inferno

This legend takes place in the Cascais area, where it is said that there was once a castle inhabited by a demonic sorcerer (along with the version that says he was a malevolent giant). This sorcerer and malevolent figure chose the most beautiful maiden in the area to marry, but when he saw her in person and saw her rejection, he decided to arrest her and hide her, mad with jealousy at her beauty.

Obsessed by the beauty of the young woman and angry at being unrequited, the man locked her in an inaccessible tower near the sea and hired a faithful knight to guard her. The maiden was confined to a lonely tower, with the knight on guard, without ever being able to see each other.

The years went by and the two chatted, keeping each other company, until one day the knight, out of curiosity, decided to go up to the tower to see his friend. Legend has it that when the knight opened the door, he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the maiden and quickly fell in love with her.

The lovers decided to flee on horseback, forgetting that the sorcerer had bewitched the maiden and knew everything. So they fled on the sorcerer’s white horse and galloped along the cliffs of the coast on a beautiful moonlit night. The sorcerer, enraged and thirsty for revenge, summoned a fierce storm that hit the rocks where the lovers were fleeing.

Legend has it that the cliffs opened like a mouth and the waters swallowed up the maiden and the knight, crashing them into the raging sea. The hole has never closed since and on stormy days it seems that the place itself regrets the tragedy that took place there.

The local population began to call it “Boca do Inferno” (Hell’s Mouth), because of the unfortunate fate the pair met. On windy and stormy days, people seem to want to tell everyone the unfortunate story of those two lovers.

But Boca do Inferno is but one of the many, many highlights of Cascais. Want to find out what else there is in the “Portuguese Riviera”? Then make sure you check out our Cascais City Guide.

Legend of the Alfacinhas

As well as being one of Portugal’s best cities to live in, Lisbon is also surrounded by small and large Portuguese folk legends. One of them is the Legend of the Alfacinhas, which tries to explain why the city’s inhabitants are called colloquially called alfacinhas.

One of the theories goes back to the occupation of Lisbon by the Moors between 711 and 714, who began to cultivate “Al-Hassa”, which eventually became “Alface” (lettuce) in Portuguese. The plant was used for various purposes, both medicinal and culinary.

According to legend, after a war, the locals only had lettuce to eat, which is why they became known as this.

Lisbon is a city with so much to offer (other than lettuce!), so make sure you read our Lisbon Travel Guide before you get there, so that you don’t miss a thing.

Legend of Ulysses and the Founding of Lisbon

In this legend, Ulysses, during the ten years he was lost trying to return to Ithaca, is said to have landed at the mouth of the Tagus, in a territory called Ophiusa, which meant “Land of the Snakes” and was ruled by a fearsome and seductive half-woman, half-snake queen, who fell in love with the hero, promising him the creation of the most beautiful city in the world, which he would name: Ulisseia.

In some versions, the queen’s strange anatomy is no obstacle to Ulysses falling in love with her and climbing to the highest mountain, shouting to the winds that he would find the most powerful city in the world: Olissipo.

In others, the hero deceives the queen, pretending to be in love with her, while the sailors recover and refuel the ships. When they are ready, Ulysses and his men set off under cover of night, and the queen, discovering that she has been abandoned, runs snaking after the hero, opening up valleys with her body and thus creating the hills of Lisbon.

Last Thoughts

Portuguese legends are not just stories from the past; they are threads woven into the tapestry of national identity, shaping world views and passing on values from generation to generation. Each tale, such as the epic Battle of Ourique, not only feeds the collective imagination but also influences national symbols, such as the chevrons on the flag.

Today’s modern, cosmopolitan Lisbon wasn’t always like this. In fact, there was a time when Lisbon was still a place where the country’s different cultures came together, yet without mixing, thus maintaining their traditions and myths. This is one of the many explanations as to why this region is so rich in legends.

Just as Tolkien believed, these legends are not just fiction; they are reflections of deep truths that resonate through the centuries. The richness of Portuguese culture lies not only in its documented history but in the narratives that dwell in the hearts of the people, continuing to inspire and enchant each generation that delves into these timeless stories.

Thus, Portuguese legends remain not only as accounts of the past but as windows to understanding the soul of a people and the essence of their rich heritage.

Make sure you explore the country through its legends in these other articles: Northern Portugal’s Folk Tales, Central Portugal’s Folk Tales, Southern Portugal’s Folk Tales, and Portuguese Islands’ Folk Tales.

We need to know how to interpret and distinguish legends from reality, as well as why these legends exist in the culture of each people and region. Portugal is a country extremely rich in stories, myths, and ancient legends, which inspire customs and superstitions. There are hundreds of Portuguese legends, tales, sayings, and popular beliefs that make our culture so rich and interesting.

Told in the evenings in the cold winters by our ancestors, from werewolves to fairies, witches to mermaids, ghosts and feathered souls to the miracles of saints, there isn’t a creature that our folklore doesn’t include, with the exception, perhaps, of vampires, because this isn’t a subject that is part of our legendary imagination.

But not all Portuguese legends are about creatures and monsters. Many of them reveal lands and people of courage, stories of revenge, justice, impossible loves, and perfect loves, others concern true events but with touches of imagination, probably to increase the dramatic or heroic charge of what really happened.

In fact, legends are such an important part of Portugal’s core that some even precede the country’s history, such as the legend of the Battle of Ourique. The legend goes that shortly before the battle, Afonso Henriques was visited by an old man, whom the man who would become Portugal’s first king four years later believed he had seen in his dreams.

The man gave him a prophetic revelation of victory. He also told him to leave the camp alone the following night, as soon as he heard the bell from the hermitage where the old man lived. The king did so.

It was then that a ray of light illuminated everything around him, allowing him to gradually make out the Sign of the Cross and Jesus Christ crucified. Overcome with emotion, he knelt down and heard the voice of the Lord, who promised him victory in this and other battles. The next day, Afonso Henriques won the battle.

According to legend, King Afonso Henriques then decided that the Portuguese flag would have five shields, or quinas, in a cross, representing the five vanquished kings and the five wounds of Christ.

There are so many myths that have shaped this country that it would be impossible and unfair to contain them all in a single article, so I’ve decided to create a series that will cross the country from north to south. In this article, we’ll visit the legends that have the center of Portugal as their backdrop. Let’s get to it!

Legend of the Lady with Goat’s Feet

It is said that Dom Diogo Lopes, noble lord of Biscay, was hunting in his domains and while waiting for a wild pig, he was surprised in the distance by the beautiful singing of a beautiful woman. He was so enchanted that he offered her his heart, his lands, and his vassals if she would marry him.

The lady imposed on him the only condition that he should never bless himself again. It wasn’t until some time later, back in his castle, that Diogo realized that the lady had a forked foot, like that of a goat. Nevertheless, they lived many happy years and from this union, they had two children: Inigo Guerra and Dona Sol.

One day, after a good hunt, Dom Diogo rewarded his big hound with a bone, but his wife’s black podenga killed the dog to take possession of the piece of wild boar. Surprised by such violence, Dom Diogo blessed himself.

The Lady with Goat’s Feet gave a cry and began to rise into the air with her daughter Dona Sol, both of them leaving through a window under a pitch-black starry sky, never to be seen again. Overcome with grief, Dom Diogo decided to go to war against the Moors for years, ending up as a captive in Toledo.

Not knowing how to rescue his father, Dom Inigo decided to look for his mother, who had become, according to some, a fairy and, according to others, a lost soul. The Lady with the Goat’s Foot decided to help her son by giving him an onagro, a kind of wild horse, which transported him to Toledo.

The onagro opened the cell door with a kick and the father and son rode away, but on the way they came across a stone cross which caused the animal to stop. The voice of the Goat-footed Lady instructed the onagro to avoid the cross.

Hearing that voice, after so many years and unaware of his son’s alliance with his mother, Dom Diogo Lopes blessed himself, which caused the onagro to spit them out of the cell, the earth to tremble and open, letting the fire of Hell be seen, which swallowed the animal. With the fright, father and son fainted.

Dom Diogo, in the few years he still lived, went to mass every day and went to confession every week. Dom Inigo, on the other hand, never entered a church again and it is believed that he had a pact with the Devil, because from then on, there was no battle he wouldn’t win.

Legend of the Shepherd and the Star

This is the story of a poor shepherd who lived in a sad village and whose only companion was a dog.

This shepherd gazed at the horizon and his heart was filled with the hope of one day traveling beyond the mountains that surrounded his village.

One moonlit night, as the shepherd gazed up at the starry sky, a tiny star with a child’s face came down and told him of his desire. It was there because of God’s will, to guide the shepherd wherever he wanted to go.

From then on, the star never left the shepherd, smiling down at him from the sky night after night.

Then came the day when the shepherd decided to leave and called the star. The old men of the village shook their wise heads at such folly.

The shepherd set off and walked for endless years. His dog couldn’t endure the hard journey and was left by the wayside, marked by a stone sign. The shepherd cried and continued in search of his destiny, growing old together with the star until one day they reached their destination, the highest mountain, the one closest to the sky, and there they stayed together.

The king of the region sent him emissaries with promises of power and fortune in exchange for the star. The shepherd replied that the star was not his but heaven’s and that he would never abandon it.

Legend has it that even today, from the Estrela mountain range, you can see a star that shines brighter than the others, out of longing and love for a shepherd. If you’re planning a visit, make sure you read out Serra da Estrela guide before you head there.

Legend of the Pledge of Justice

A local legend tells that Dom Garcia, the mayor of Penha Garcia Castle, had long been courting Dona Branca, a young woman of rare beauty, the daughter of the powerful governor of Monsanto, another nearby historical village.

The story goes that on a stormy night, Garcia kidnapped Branca from her father’s house. That same night, the governor ordered his soldiers to search and chase Garcia all over the countryside in order to capture him and bring him to justice. After months of relentless pursuit through the lands of Beira, Dom Garcia was finally captured on the slopes of the mountains by the governor’s men.

Although practices of this kind at the time were punishable by capital punishment, in the face of his daughter’s insistent pleas to her father, the powerful governor spared Garcia’s life, condemning him to the loss of his left arm as a pledge of justice.

It is said that for centuries, many people have seen the ghost of the severed Dom Garcia on stormy nights. According to the locals, the legendary figure of the severed Dom Garcia continues to watch over the hill overlooking Monsanto from the top of the towers.

Both Penha Garcia and Monsanto are part of the Historical Villages Network and we have just the perfect guide to navigate you through all of them once you go there!

Legend of Aldeia das Dez

The legend of Aldeia das Dez (literally “the village of the ten”) has its origins in the Reconquest of the Iberian Peninsula and is linked to the village’s current name. According to the legend, during the Christian Reconquest, ten women found a treasure in a cave on the slopes of Monte do Colcurinho. According to oral tradition and some surviving documents, this treasure had a value beyond the material.

These women would have realized its importance and, in a pact that persists to this day, they would have separated the pieces that made it up and passed them down from generation to generation – keeping the secret they contain unsolved to this day. Little is known about the composition of this secret.

As for the treasure, it is believed to include Antonini coins with encrypted inscriptions – one of which is found embedded in the frame of a painting that tells this legend. Little else is known about this painting, apart from the fact that it resurfaced in the middle of the 20^th century in an antique shop in Oliveira do Hospital, only to disappear again.

It was painted by one of the descendants of the ten women and it is believed that portraying the legend may offer a key to its secret. If you want to give it a go and try to solve this mystery for yourself, make sure you check out our guide for the Schist Villages, of which Aldeia das Dez is part.

Legend of the Lady of Nazaré

Legend has it that at dawn on September 14, 1182, Dom Fuas Roupinho, alcalde of the castle of Porto de Mós, was hunting along the coast, surrounded by dense fog, near his lands, when he spotted a deer that he immediately began to chase.

The deer, which many claim is the Devil, headed for the top of a cliff. Dom Fuas, in the fog, isolated himself from his companions. When he realized he was at the top of the cliff, on the edge of the precipice, in mortal danger, he recognized the place.

He was standing next to a grotto where an image of the Virgin Mary with the Child Jesus was being venerated. He then cried out in a loud voice: “Lady, help me!“. Immediately, the horse miraculously came to a standstill, planting its legs on the rocky cliff suspended above the void, the Bico do Milagre, thus saving the rider and his mount from the certain death that would have come from a fall of more than a hundred meters.

People say that you can still see the marks of Dom Fuas Roupinho’s horseshoes on the rock. After this, legend has it that Dom Fuas Roupinho dismounted and went down to the cave to pray and give thanks for the miracle.

He then had his companions call in masons to build a chapel over the grotto in memory of the miracle, the Ermida da Memória, where the miraculous image could be displayed for the veneration of the faithful.

Before plastering the grotto, the masons tore down the existing altar, and among the stones, unexpectedly, they found an ivory chest containing some relics and a parchment in which they identified the relics as those of St. Brás and St. Bartholomew, and also told the story of the small polychrome wooden image depicting the Blessed Virgin Mary sitting on a low stool breastfeeding the Child Jesus.

According to the parchment, the image had been venerated since the early days of Christianity in Nazareth, Galilee, and was saved in the 5^th century from the iconoclastic movements by the Greek monk Cyriacus. He transported it to the monastery of Cauliniana, near Mérida, where it remained until 711, the year of the battle of Guadalete, after which, defeated by the Muslims, the Christian forces fled north.

The image was then brought by Friar Romano, a monk from Cauliniana, and by King Rodrigo, the last Visigoth king. Faced with the Islamic advance, the King and Friar Romano, one of the monks living there, decided to leave for safety, taking with them the small Marian image, a chest, and a box with relics, as well as an account of the circumstances of their escape.

They arrived at Mount St. Bartholomew, near what is now Nazareth. The monarch and the monk split up, with the former remaining at the site and the latter taking the icon along with the relics to a nearby hill.

There, Friar Romano built a small niche between the rocks for shelter. When he died and Don Rodrigo left for the north, the image was forgotten in the small lapa built by the monk on the present-day promontory of Sítio (of Nazaré). You can learn more about this site, as well as many others, in our Nazaré City Guide.

Last Thoughts

Portuguese legends are not just stories from the past; they are threads woven into the tapestry of national identity, shaping world views and passing on values from generation to generation. Each tale, such as the epic Battle of Ourique, not only feeds the collective imagination but also influences national symbols, such as the chevrons on the flag.

The center of Portugal is a region that is often forgotten, in limbo between Lisbon and Porto, between Spain and the Atlantic. And many of the region’s legends reflect precisely this feeling of isolation, of distance, of subsistence. This region, especially the interior, is also one of the regions that still keeps many of these legends and traditions alive to this day.

Just as Tolkien believed, these legends are not just fiction; they are reflections of deep truths that resonate through the centuries. The richness of Portuguese culture lies not only in its documented history but in the narratives that dwell in the hearts of the people, continuing to inspire and enchant each generation that delves into these timeless stories.

Thus, Portuguese legends remain not only as accounts of the past but as windows to understanding the soul of a people and the essence of their rich heritage.

Make sure you explore the country through its legends in these other articles: Northern Portugal’s Folk Tales, Lisbon Region’s Folk Tales, Southern Portugal’s Folk Tales, and Portuguese Islands’ Folk Tales.

We need to know how to interpret and distinguish legends from reality, as well as why these legends exist in the culture of each people and region. Portugal is a country extremely rich in stories, myths, and ancient legends, which inspire customs and superstitions. There are hundreds of Portuguese legends, tales, sayings, and popular beliefs that make our culture so rich and interesting.

Told in the evenings in the cold winters by our ancestors, from werewolves to fairies, witches to mermaids, ghosts and feathered souls to the miracles of saints, there isn’t a creature that our folklore doesn’t include, with the exception, perhaps, of vampires, because this isn’t a subject that is part of our legendary imagination.

But not all Portuguese legends are about creatures and monsters. Many of them reveal lands and people of courage, stories of revenge, justice, impossible loves, and perfect loves, others concern true events but with touches of imagination, probably to increase the dramatic or heroic charge of what really happened.

In fact, legends are such an important part of Portugal’s core that some even precede the country’s history, such as the legend of the Battle of Ourique. The legend goes that shortly before the battle, Afonso Henriques was visited by an old man, whom the man who would become Portugal’s first king four years later believed he had seen in his dreams.

The man gave him a prophetic revelation of victory. He also told him to leave the camp alone the following night, as soon as he heard the bell from the hermitage where the old man lived. The king did so.

It was then that a ray of light illuminated everything around him, allowing him to gradually make out the Sign of the Cross and Jesus Christ crucified. Overcome with emotion, he knelt down and heard the voice of the Lord, who promised him victory in this and other battles. The next day, Afonso Henriques won the battle.

According to legend, King Afonso Henriques then decided that the Portuguese flag would have five shields, or quinas, in a cross, representing the five vanquished kings and the five wounds of Christ.

There are so many myths that have shaped this country that it would be impossible and unfair to contain them all in a single article, so I’ve decided to create a series that will cross the country from north to south. In this article, we’ll visit the legends that have the north of Portugal as their backdrop. Let’s get to it!

Legend of the Moor of Chaves’ Bridge

Legend has it that in the 12^th century, a young woman of Moorish origin became engaged to her cousin, Abed, the son of a Moorish warrior who had been made alcalde after the Moors retook the lands of Flavi. Although the young woman accepted the engagement, she didn’t love her future husband.

Years later, the Christians returned to reconquer Chaves, and the young Moor was taken hostage by a Christian warrior. The Moor and the Christian fell in love and lived happily, while her betrothed and her uncle fled Chaves. The Christians won the war and peace was restored.

Abed, who knew about the affair, never forgave her and returned to the city dressed as a beggar to take revenge. One day he waited for her on Trajan’s Roman bridge and when he saw her approaching, he asked for alms. The Moor, who held out her hand, looked at him and the rejected Moor cursed her, saying: “You will forever be enchanted under the third arch of this bridge. Only the love of a Christian knight, not the one who took you, can save you.”

A woman’s scream was heard. The young woman had recognized Abed. It is said that the Moor disappeared as if by magic, and only a few Christian ladies witnessed it. In desperation, the Christian warrior who lived with her did everything he could to find her. He searched the bridge endlessly and even paid to have Abed brought back alive to break the spell.

The lover looked everywhere for his Moor but never found her, and ended up dying of sadness and longing after a few years. The enchanted Moor from the bridge was never seen again. Years later, the locals say that one St. John’s Eve, a Christian knight was passing by the bridge when he heard murmurs and cries for help. Then a woman’s voice asked him to go down to the third arch of the bridge and give her a kiss.

But the knight hesitated. He touched the crucifix on his chest, remembering the tales his mother used to tell him about the misfortunes of knights who fell under the spell of enchanted Moors. Faced with these thoughts, he looked at his horse, mounted it, and set off, vowing never to pass there again at midnight.

Thus, the Moorish woman on the Chaves bridge was enchanted forever under the third arch. Legend has it that now, on St. John’s Eve, you can hear the wails of the enchanted Moor, who is eternally punished for having fallen in love one day.

Chaves and its castle are part of one of the most epic road trip itineraries we ever put together, the Great Border Castles Road Trip. So make sure you check it out to learn more about this city.

Legend of the Barcelos Rooster

The story goes that the inhabitants of Barcelos were alarmed by a crime in which the perpetrator had not yet been discovered. One day, a Galician appeared and became a suspect. The authorities decided to arrest him, despite his oaths of innocence, as he was just passing through on a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela in fulfillment of a promise, as was the tradition at the time, being a faithful devotee of Saint Paul and the Blessed Virgin.

In the end, however, he was sentenced to death on the gallows. In despair at this decision and knowing that he was innocent, the man asked to be brought before the judge who had condemned him. When permission was granted, he was taken to the magistrate’s residence, where he was feasting in a large room with some friends.

The Galician once again affirmed his innocence and, in the face of the incredulity of those present, pointed to a roast cockerel that was on the large table next to other delicacies, exclaiming: “It’s as certain that I’m innocent as it is that this cockerel will crow when they hang me!”

In the face of laughter, which wasn’t long in coming, but just in case, no one touched the rooster. The judge pushed the plate aside and ignored the appeal. Then what seemed impossible happened: as the pilgrim was being hanged, the roast cockerel stood up on the table and crowed to the amazement of all those who had mocked the poor Galician.

After this event, no one doubted the innocence of the Galician pilgrim. Realizing his mistake, the judge rushed to the gallows and discovered that the Galician had been saved thanks to a poorly made noose. The poor man was immediately released and sent off in peace, and the case was closed.

A few years later, the Galician returned to Barcelos to sculpt the Monument of Senhor do Galo in praise of the Virgin Mary and Santiago Maior. This monument is currently in the Barcelos Archaeological Museum. It is said that the first ceramic rooster based on this legend was made by the craftsman Domingos Côto.

Since then, the Barcelos Rooster has become a popular figure and has spread, strengthening the tradition over the decades, immortalized in the art not only of the city of Barcelos, but of the whole of Portugal, whether made of ceramics, wood, or other materials. It’s the most famous Portuguese souvenir.

If you would like to learn more about Portugal’s rich history and tradition of handcrafts, make sure to read our Guide to Portugal’s Traditional Handicraft.

The Legend of the Lady Who Passed

In Vila Verde, Braga, a parish called Paçô was marked by an impossible love. The legend of Paçô tells that one day, a father and daughter were walking along the road when they decided to stop and rest. The daughter, Joana, went down to a stream to drink some water and cool off.

Suddenly the young woman’s astonishment came when the stream spoke to her in a man’s voice! Startled, she listened as the stream told her that for the love she had for it, it would turn into a river to follow her. The stream with the voice of a man asked young Joana to kiss its waters and say “Love” softly, to seal the promise.

She did so but then ran to her father, who was calling her. At night, while her father slept, Joana sneaked out to see if the stream had followed her. She came down to a river! The girl asked the river to show itself in the form of a man, to which the river complied.

At the moment when the river became a man, Joana’s father appeared and, seeing his daughter with a boy, was beside himself and took her away. The man-made river could only watch his beloved disappear. The next day, the people say, a man’s voice could be heard wailing from the side of the river.

“Has she passed here? Has she? Has she?” the voice asked. Legend has it that from repeating these words so often, the place became known as Passô, and the river was named River Homem (the Portuguese word for “man”). Young Joana was never heard from again, but her memory lives on in Vila Verde.

Legend of the Tripeiros

This is a legend that is part of the history of Portugal and the European discoveries. And, without a doubt, it is certainly one of Portugal’s scary legends.

Well, legend has it that in 1415 ships and boats were built on the banks of the River Douro, but the reasons for this were secret. Despite various speculations, nobody knew for sure what the real reasons for the construction were.

However, one day Prince Henry the Navigator showed up unexpectedly in Porto to see the work in progress and, although he was pleased with the effort made, he thought that even more could be done. In addition, he told Master Vaz, the faithful construction foreman, the true and secret reasons why they were building ships and boats: the conquest of Ceuta.

He then asked the master and his men for more commitment and sacrifices so that the work could be finished. Master Vaz then promised him that all the men, as a sacrifice, would give all the meat in the city and eat only the guts. This is why they became known as tripeiros.

Moved by the sacrifice, Prince Henry then pointed out that the name of tripeiros was a real honor for the people of Porto. Thus, it is believed that the tripeiros helped Prince Henry the Navigator’s great fleet, with seven galleys and twenty ships, set off on its way to conquer Ceuta.

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Legend of Pedro Sem

Pedro Sem was a wealthy merchant from the city of Porto. Despite his wealth, he didn’t have a noble title, something that saddened him greatly. He lived surrounded by every luxury thanks to the misfortune of others since he lent money at high interest rates. And that’s how he fulfilled his ambition of belonging to the nobility: he married a young noblewoman in exchange for the forgiveness of his father’s debts.

The wedding feast had been going on for 15 days when his ships, coming from India, approached the Douro estuary. Arrogant, the merchant climbed the tower of his palace and defied God, saying that not even the Creator could make him poor.

But at that moment, the blue sky was covered by a storm. The ships were shipwrecked and the tower was struck by lightning, which started a fire that destroyed all their possessions.

As for Pedro Sem, he had no choice but to start begging in the streets, lamenting: “Give some change to Pedro Sem, who had everything and now has nothing“.

Last Thoughts

Portuguese legends are not just stories from the past; they are threads woven into the tapestry of national identity, shaping world views and passing on values from generation to generation. Each tale, such as the epic Battle of Ourique, not only feeds the collective imagination but also influences national symbols, such as the chevrons on the flag.

Exploring the north of Portugal, we come across the fascinating Moor of Chaves’ Bridge, a story of forbidden loves and enchantments that defy time; the legend of the Rooster that transcended criminal history to become a national icon, highlighting the importance of justice and faith; or the legend of the Lady Who Passed, which weaves a narrative of lost love and mystical transformations.

Just as Tolkien believed, these legends are not just fiction; they are reflections of deep truths that resonate through the centuries. The richness of Portuguese culture lies not only in its documented history but in the narratives that dwell in the hearts of the people, continuing to inspire and enchant each generation that delves into these timeless stories.

Thus, Portuguese legends remain not only as accounts of the past but as windows to understanding the soul of a people and the essence of their rich heritage.

Make sure you explore the country through its legends in these other articles: Central Portugal’s Folk Tales, Lisbon Region’s Folk Tales, Southern Portugal’s Folk Tales, and Portuguese Islands’ Folk Tales.