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Máire is the Irish language form of the Latin Maria, which was in turn a Latin form of the Greek names Μαριαμ, or Mariam, and Μαρια, or Maria, found in the New Testament. Both New Testament names were forms of the Hebrew name מִרְיָם or Miryam English language name Mary. It was and still is a popular name in Ireland, and is sometimes spelt in its Anglicised form Maura. Historically, Maol Muire (devotee of Mary) was the reverential form used by the Irish, just as Giolla Phádraig (servant of Pádraig) was the reverential usage for what subsequently became Pádraig. Following the Norman Invasion of Ireland, Máire gradually replaced Maol Muire as a given name, as Pádraig gradually replaced Giolla Phádraig. Its overwhelming popularity was due to the Irish devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, but in recent times Irish religious devotion has waned and far fewer girls are being named Máire or Mary.
Completely unrelated to this, Maire is also a female first name in Finland and Estonia.
Mairé is a commune in the Vienne department in the Poitou-Charentes region in western France. (Not to be confused with Mairé-Levescault, in the same general area).
Usage examples of "maire".
Only a straggling band of Campbells was left of her clan and only Maire to hold them together against the onslaught of outside forces.
If ye will pledge us that, we will deliver ye forthwith to our mistress, Maire of the Moors.
Lady Maire has done a fine job of holding all together till the laird can take over.
So all Maire could do was try to hold the clan together till her son could inherit.
Rurik laughed uproariously at Maire, who was sitting at the trestle table next to him, having just finished sewing up the gash in his forearm.
In her hazy half-asleep state, with her eyes still closed and her senses not yet fully alert, Maire mulled over the events that had transpired the previous day and what she must do on this new day.
Despite all the reasons she had to hate Rurik, Maire felt an intense ache begin in her breasts, which caused their traitorous nipples to bead for his appreciative scrutiny.
His question was asked with seeming casualness, but Maire knew there was nothing casual about his pose or the question.
A short time later, Rurik was standing at a low chest, splashing water onto his face from a pottery bowl, after having just shaved, when Maire came storming back into the bedchamber without knocking.
He hunkered down to examine some moss growing over the roots of a rowan tree, but all Maire could see was the way his tight trews pulled against the muscles in his thighs and buttocks.
Rurik cocked his head to the side, and his mischievous eyes skimmed over her body with a boldness that made Maire squirm uncomfortably on her already shaky perch.
His mirth was not of comfort to Maire, especially since he was staring at her with eyes that could only be described as smoldering.
Right now it was staring up at Maire with adoration and docile innocence.
Suddenly, Rurik and Maire were alone once again, and everything was quiet in the clearing.
If Rurik were a betting man, he would wager now that Maire was not in the mood for resuming their love games.